I nodded.
“Emily,” I said. “When was the last time you ate or drank?”
She looked at me, ready to bite my head off.
I showed my hands. “I’m only asking because I’m a little hungry myself. Haven’t eaten my nighttime snack. You know what my favorite is? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Want me to make you one?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I went to the kitchen and made two sandwiches.
I had a guess at what was happening here with Emily.
Rome texted me he finally got the suction cups off his back and he was on his way.
I texted back to pick up food. Lots of food. Anything and everything possible.
I sat on the coffee table, sort of across from Emily.
“Are you going to watch me eat now?”
“Probably,” I said. “I have a feeling you didn’t eat or drink much today. Probably a busy day. And your poor mind is driving you crazy, huh? What are you worried about? The nursery and all that?”
Emily bit into the sandwich. A massive bite.
She chewed a few times, staring at me.
“I’m not judging you,” I said. “Eat up.”
She quickly ate the entire peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Without hesitation, she grabbed for the second one.
“I’m eating yours,” she said.
“Good.”
After a couple bites she drank some water. “I’m sorry for causing this.”
“Causing what?”
“I messed up your night.”
“Nah. I had this planned out. I mean it. Want to see my phone? I have it marked down. Eight at night, feed a beautiful, pregnant woman peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
Emily smiled. “I feel better.”
“I bet you do.”
“Today was hectic. I don’t know how to get everything done.”
“You don’t have to get everything done right now.”
“But I want to. Isn’t that called nesting or something?”
“Then take Rome’s credit card and have fun. He won’t care. Believe me. He’s so in love with you…”
“Yeah, I get it,” she said. She sighed. “Okay, fine. You want to talk truth? Fine. Let’s talk truth. Want to see something?”