"Careful, Dave, I might get used to this being waited on hand and foot thing." She stretched once more before sitting up, feeling more refreshed. In the last month her little catnaps had become almost daily.

"I opened up a bottle of wine for you. It's on the corner of the counter. I'd love some, but the little one wants water." She wanted water, but laid bets with herself on him ignoring the request and bringing her milk instead. She didn't really like drinking milk unless it came alongside cookies, cake or brownies, but he'd been bringing her at least a glass a day since the week after they found out she was pregnant.