25. It suits you.
"What?"
"What?"
"You look thoughtful."
She thought about telling him about Lucas' visit that morning but she thought better of it.
"I'm just tired."
As to emphasize her words, she yawned and arched her back. He observed her. She looked healthy. Tired but healthy. Better than a week ago. And her baby bump significantly grew in size during the last few days.
"It suits you. Being pregnant," he found himself saying as she sat back on the couch.
''You too," Cuddy replied.
"Not the answer I expected but thanks," he shrugged, taking distractedly a sip of his herbal tea - she insisted he drank it with her - and softly chuckling.
"Being a father, I meant."
"Technically, I'm not yet."
"Killjoy," she called him. He stuck out his tongue at her. "You're already Rachel's," she added after a while. ''In a way.''
"I'm flattered you think that watching bad cartoons while eating bad food with her is called fatherhood.''
They looked at each other, their heads pressed against the back of the couch.
''I'm too strict, she needs the time off she gets with you.''
''Can you say that again while I'm filming? I need proofs for the next time you yell at us for that.''
''No,'' she grinned. ''And we'll talk about that pirates cartoon and junk food later.''
He rolled his eyes. ''Whatever.''