Heads up: Since my family only seems to make fun of me being a fanfiction writer, I kinda decided to quit this whole thing. There are still some chapters left for this stories that I've already written and I'm gonna share them with you of course. That said, ENJOY!

(And thanks for mentioning the phone in the reviews, my mistake!)

Elizabeth's back was a little better after Henry's massage and they enjoyed the rest of the weekend together with bowling and going to the movies. On Monday, things were getting serious again with Elizabeth going back to work and Henry continuing therapy. Up until Wednesday, the second week seemed to pass almost the same way the first one did. Henry was home Wednesday night cooking dinner when Elizabeth came home. She greeted him with a weak "Hi" and he could tell that she wasn't in a good mood. Opening the fridge, she searched through it not finding what she was looking for.

"Where's the milk?" She called out and closed the fridge door. Turning around she saw Henry starring at the empty package on the counter.

"Sorry, I used the rest of it for dessert." Henry apologized. Elizabeth took the empty package angrily and threw it into the trash. "Are you serious? You know Henry, I'm so sick of this!" She was furious. Henry tried to interrupt her but she wouldn't let him. "You swoop in here and bring everything out of order. Last week, you put my shoes away, so I couldn't find them anymore, this week you finish my milk without buying a new package...You disturb my routine all the time and it's annoying!" By now, she was shouting at him.

"Elizabeth, I'm really sorry. I..." He tried again.

"No, let me say this! All I could think about today was getting home and drinking a glass of milk in piece and quiet. And now, after a stressful day I'm finally home and we don't have milk! It just doesn't work for me!" She started crying, but quickly brushed her tears away. "Damn it, I hate this!" She turned around and ran out of the room. Henry couldn't even believe what had just happened. Quickly making a decision, he turned off the stove, grabbed the car keys and left the apartment. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two packages of milk and placed them on the counter. He poured a glass for Elizabeth and made his way upstairs where he found her crying on the bed, her face buried in her pillow.

"Elizabeth? I'm really sorry. I have something for you." He hoped that this was working. He didn't really know what was going on with his wife right now but he hoped that this was helping. Elizabeth sat up and he placed the glass in her hand. She looked at him and he reached out to brush her tears away with his thumb. "I apologize for putting away your shoes and emptying your milk. I won't do it again. I promise." He tried and Elizabeth tried to give him a smile.

"Henry, this isn't about the stupid milk, okay?" She said with a shaky voice.

"Okay...What's going on then?" By now, Henry was more than confused.

"My pants...The button popped today. I sat down and it popped." Elizabeth sobbed again. Henry tried to hide his amusement now that he knew what this was all about. "I'm getting fat. I knew it was gonna happen, but not so soon. I don't even know why I'm crying. These stupid hormones..." Finally, they were getting to the bottom of this.

"Elizabeth, listen to me. You're beautiful and I promise you, I don't see the slightest weight gain yet. You're not fat, okay? Now drink your milk that you wanted so badly." He put the glass in her hand and she took a sip. "Feel better now?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I'm such a mess. I don't know what's going on with me. I didn't mean to scream at you. Today was just a really bad day and then I didn't have my milk..." She finally calmed down and her tears were slowly drying.

"That's okay. Your hormones are going crazy, that's normal I guess." Henry reassured her and she smiled at him.

"I didn't mean what I said. I love having you here, putting my things away and making me dinner. I was just a little emotional."

"I know. You're my emotional mess right now and I love it." Elizabeth gave him the I-don't-buy-it-look. "Okay, maybe I don't loooove it, but I wouldn't want it any other way. Can we go downstairs and have dinner now? I'm starving and I also made you your favorite dessert."

"Just admit it. You're trying to make me fat, right?" Elizabeth looked at him skeptically.

"Babe, believe me. You're never going to be fat to me. You're gonna be my beautiful pregnant wife that carries our baby." He tried to persuade her.

"Honey, you can be honest. I'm going to look like a huge whale. That's just the truth."

"Maybe." Henry confessed. "But you're going to be my huge whale." That made Elizabeth laugh and he joined in. "Come on, let's go have dinner."

"Wait, can you get the scale first? I want to weigh myself." Elizabeth looked at him pleadingly. Henry sighed but followed her wishes. He returned and she stepped on it. Looking down, she sighed in relief.

"See? I told you. It's only one pound and that's probably from drinking the glass of milk." He took her hand and led her to the kitchen. They had a delicious dinner and Elizabeth visibly relaxed. After dessert, she was totally herself again.

"I'm so stuffed. I think I'm going to burst. It was so yummy though. Sorry for earlier. I really don't know what has gotten into me. I really thought I wouldn't be one of those crazy pregnant women, but I guess I am." She said with a shrug.

"Don't worry, babe. You've been crazy even before I got you pregnant. It's not new to me." He joked and made her laugh.

"But still, you love me." Elizabeth replied.

"That I do."