"I don't want you to go to the gym today." Christopher said as he prepared Ashleigh's protein drink early Tuesday morning.
She frowned. "Why? The doctor said that running on the treadmill won't hurt the baby and the exercise is going to be good for me."
He felt himself smile at the mention of the baby. He wondered if he would do that for the next seven months. He already felt like a proud father. He grew serious as he poured the drink into a glass instead of a thermos.
"I'm not going to lie to you. The guys aren't going to be too happy with me. And I need to go and talk to them."
She frowned in confusion. "Why? They were worried about you. They were going to help me find you." She accepted the offered beverage and relished its frothy goodness. Kiwi, strawberries…spinach? She wasn't quite sure. All she knew is that she missed his special concoctions.