Cabin Fever
"Mycroft…" Her voice was almost a whine, previously a tone below her dignity but now her last resort. "It's been nearly two weeks, both Dr. Elsi and Dr. Watson have given me a clean bill of health… I'm going to go absolutely mad in this room!"
Her husband had a feeling she would not enjoy confinement. "I'm sure you'll manage," he sighed with a roll of his eyes. "Knit."
She blew a blonde ringlet away from her face. "You're not at all funny." He had taken her needles away two days ago, claiming she was stressing over every stitch. Which she had been.
"I'll negotiate. You get your sewing if I have a promise that you'll stay off your feet." He leant in to kiss her, hand lingering on the bulge of her abdomen after feeling a stirring. "I only have your health in mind."
Ann Marie found it was hard to be mad at someone who loved her, and therefore had not choice but to agree.
