(Cole)
She was at the island when I came downstairs, phone in one hand and a mug in the other, looking at the ring the way she had been doing since yesterday.
I poured myself coffee and stood across from her.
"How are you feeling?" I said.
"Good," she said. "No nausea yet."
I looked at her for a second.
"I was thinking about going into the office today," she said. "I need to follow up on a few things from the Evan meeting and I should sort out the house sale."
I set my mug down.
"You should stay home," I said.
She looked at me.
"Cole."
"You're pregnant," I said. "High risk. You had nausea bad enough to interrupt our evening two nights ago and you have a follow up appointment with Dr. Whitfield next week. You don't need to be in an office today."
"I was fine yesterday," she said
