Crying.
It seemed to Rick that that was all Evelyn had been doing lately. And crying for what? Hell, he did not know and for the life of him, he could not figure it out.
She cried because one shoe was here and the other shoe was there. Because her toast was not brown enough. Because her toast was a little burned. Because the sun was shining. Because the sun was not shining. Because it needed to rain. Because it was raining.
Whatever the situation, Evelyn found a reason to cry. Rick wondered how long her crying-for-absolutely-no-good-reason spells would go on. He began to wonder how long he could put up with walking on eggshells around her, never knowing when she would erupt into tears. And the moment he wondered, he knew he could put up with it forever. Because he loved her.
"I'm being silly I know" Evelyn sniffled and pulled Rick from his musings. "I'm being silly" she said as she lifted her head from his chest. "Aren't I?" she tilted her head back and looked up at him with teary eyes.
'Yes you are' his mind said.
"Well..." Rick looked down at her, not wanting to be too blunt with her in her current state.
"You think I'm being silly" Evelyn whimpered in an accusing tone and Rick knew she was getting ready to cry again.
"I didn't say that sweetheart" he said as he rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.
"Yes you did" she said in a pitiful voice as she pulled away from his embrace and took a step backwards.
"All I said was 'Well'" Rick defended.
"You were supposed to say you didn't think I was being silly" she said in a shaky voice and started crying again.
"You aren't being silly" he said as he pulled his weeping wife back into his arms.
"Now you're lying" she pouted as she went into his arms.
Rick could do nothing but laugh.
"You THINK I'm being silly" she continued. "You're not suppose to think that but you do. And I KNOW I'm being silly. I just can't seem to help myself."
"You aren't silly" he said in a loving voice then squeezed her and kissed her forehead.
"Yes I am" she said in a muffled voice as she buried her face in his chest.
Rick chuckled to himself again and did not response.
"I am aren't I?" Evelyn prodded. She needed to hear him reassure her she was NOT being silly.
"Yes you are" he said with mirth in his voice, knowing that there was now winning with Evelyn.
"I knew it!" Evelyn bellowed and began crying uncontrollable, forgetting that she had just called him a liar for telling her she was NOT silly.
"Evy..." Rick said in a soothing voice as he rubbed her hair.
"I've turned into a weeping nincompoop. A sniveling simpleton" Evelyn bemoaned. "That's what you think isn't it!" she said in a hurt and accusing tone.
"Evelyn" he said pulled her away from his chest. "I agree" he said as he looked down into her crying eyes. "You are a weeping nincompoop" he said and smiled at Evelyn's jaw drop. "And you are a sniveling simpleton" he laughed at Evelyn's gasp. "But..." he said sweetly. "You're MY weeping nincompoop" he said tenderly. "You're MY sniveling simpleton. And you're perfect."
Evelyn's bottom lip began to quiver with emotion and her tears got even heavier. She was acting like a nitwit. An absolute idiot. But in spite of that, her husband thought she was perfect.
"Have I kissed you today?" Rick asked.
"No" Evelyn sobbed in a pouting voice as she continued to cry.
Rick grinned as he leaned down and touched her lips with his.
"I can't believe you called me a nincompoop and a simpleton" Evelyn said after the kiss ended and Rick was wiping her tears.
"I didn't call you that" Rick grinned.
"You did!" Evelyn said, feigning indignation.
"You called you that. I only agreed" he said and leaned in to cover her lips again before she could argue.
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By the end of her third month, Evelyn's morning sickness had subsided greatly. She still had moments of queasiness but fresh air and a hot cup of tea would settle her. Her excitable eruptions, Jonathan's name for her crying spells, began to subside also and she began to settle back into her normal self.
It was the middle of her fourth month when Evelyn took note of the pooch in her belly. She woke up late and Rick had already left. She lay in bed waiting to see if she would have an attack of nausea. When she did not, Evelyn threw off the covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up.
From the bed, Evelyn looked at herself in the dresser mirror and thought about what Rick had said to the previous night. He told her that she was changing. Her body was changing and he liked it. Her hair was growing longer, felt thicker and looked shinier. Her skin was clearer and softer. And her breasts. They were growing fuller, heavier. And they were becoming more of a mouthful and that, he told her, was what he liked best.
As Evelyn sat looking at herself, she could not see any changes so she got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. Her hair was growing longer and now that she thought about it, it was becoming thicker too. She was not sure what Rick was talking about when he mentioned her clearer, softer skin. It looked that same to her.
And her body, Evelyn thought as she stepped from the dresser mirror and went and stood in front the full-length mirror. Her chest did seem a bit larger and they were becoming more tender. And her stomach, she thought as she turned sideways and pulled her gown tautly over her it, was a bit larger. Evelyn gazed in the mirror at the slightly protruding bulge. She rubbed her hand over the oval mass and wondered if she carried a boy or girl.
Rick wanted a boy. A little girl, he said, would be tougher to raise and he did not want the headache of chasing off all the good for nothing little boys that would undoubtedly be sniffing around after his daughter. Evelyn laughed and said she did not mind one way or the other. A boy or girl, it did not matter, as long as the baby was healthy.
"So" Evelyn said to her belly as she continued to rub it. "Are you mummy's little prince or mummy's little princess?"
Evelyn stood in the mirror for many minutes daydreaming about her baby before her stomach reminded her it was time for breakfast.
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That afternoon, Evelyn was in her office at the museum trying to concentrate on the catalog of the museum's antique pieces. She could not focus and felt quite wanton because she kept thinking about her husband - and the couch. She imagined herself naked, him naked. She was lying on the couch. One foot hung over the back of couch. The other foot rested on the floor. And Rick... she imagined him settled between her legs, touching her and making her squirm with ecstasy. She could not get the image out of her mind and frankly she did not want to. What she wanted was to make her vision real.
Evelyn blushed at her thoughts. She was now quite comfortable sharing intimacy with Rick but to be the aggressor was another issue. What would he think of her if she threw herself at him? What if he rejected her invitation? She would be mortified if he thought her a hussy for thinking and acting so brazenly. And she would die of embarrassment if he refused her.
But then she considered the object of her desire. Rick O'Connell. Rick O'Connell refuse love-making?
Evelyn let out a very unladylike snort at the thought. One thing that she had learned about her husband and was quite pleased with was his seemingly insatiable libidinous appetite...
Evelyn was pulled from her thoughts when she felt an odd feeling. It was in the pit of her belly. She had never felt it before and wondered what it could be. As she wondered, she rested her hand on her stomach.
The odd feeling fluttered again and Evelyn's eyes became wide with amazement. She felt the slightest of movements. Tears formed in Evelyn's eyes as the revelation hit her fully - a baby was growing inside her. Her baby was growing inside of her. Rick's baby was growing inside of her. Their baby was growing and moving inside of her.
A feeling of love overwhelmed her. The love she felt for Rick astonished her at times, but this feeling of love was different. It was a mother's love. A love that could not be described with words. A love that would continued to love in spite of what a child does. A love that would bear all things. A love that would endure all things. A love that would never give up. A love that would never fade. A love that would never com to an end. A love that would never fail.
Evelyn's tears ran down her cheeks as she felt her unborn child.
An innocent baby, her innocent baby, needed her protection, her nurturing, her guidance, her kind words, her loving, tender hand. At that moment, Evelyn felt motherhood and her tears turned into cries of joy. She was going to be a mother. That realization had not fully sunk in until now.
Jonathan, who had been instructed by Rick to pick Evelyn up for lunch and take her to her favorite café, walked in at that moment and let out a dreaded sigh. He thought Evelyn's excitable eruptions had passed.
"Having an excitable eruption old mum?" Jonathan said as he walked over to his sister. "Is everything alright old mum?" Jonathan asked with concerned when Evelyn only stared at him and cried. "What's wrong Evy?" he reached for her hand and noticed her other hand resting on her belly. "Is the tot ok?"
Evelyn shook her head 'yes' and Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the matter then old mum? I thought you were done with your excitable eruptions" he jokingly.
"Where... is... Rick?" she said in between her soft sobs.
"O'Connell sent me to take you to the café. He's going to meet you there."
"Where... is... he?" she whimpered. She wanted him to be the first to know the she felt their baby was moving.
"He's down at the docks" Jonathan said.
"Take me down there."
"He told me to take you to the café. He's meeting you there café..." Jonathan said again.
"Jonathan" Evelyn sobbed in an authoritative voice. "I... want... to go to the docks" she said.
Evelyn was practically bursting with excitement and she wanted to share her excitement with Rick.
"Whatever you say old mum" Jonathan said. "Are you SURE you're alright?" he asked when she continued to cry.
Evelyn shook her head 'yes' as she stood up, her hand still on her stomach.
"Alright then" Jonathan said as he held out his arm to her. "To the docks we go."
As she walked arm and arm with her brother out of the office, Evelyn knew everything was all right, that her baby was all right. Just last week she had been reading her mother's journal entry when her mother was about 4 months along carrying her.
'I felt you move for the first time today. Words are beyond me to express what I feel for you. 'I love you' seems so inefficient at the moment. But no other words come to me so those small words will have to do. I love you child.'
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They had been driving around for several minutes before Evelyn spotted Rick.
"There he is" she said happily when she saw Rick watching as a new automobile was being lowered from the ship.
"Evy!" Jonathan yelled. "Will you wait until I STOP the car!" he yelled when she opened the car door before he had come to a complete stop.
"Rick!" Evelyn called out as she ran toward him.
Rick turned at the sound of her voice and frowned. Jonathan was supposed to take Evelyn to the café. What was she doing at the docks? Was something wrong? Was something wrong with the kid?
"Evelyn, what..." Rick said, thinking the worse.
"Rick" Evelyn said with excitement as she grabbed his hand. "The baby..." she said as she placed his hand on her stomach. "I felt the baby move" she smiled up at him with tears in her eyes.
Rick stood there, his hand on Evelyn's stomach, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
"Can you feel it?" Evelyn said in a thrilled voice when she felt a flutter.
Rick shook his head in the negative and frowned. He did not feel a thing but Evelyn was ecstatic.
"There he goes again" she said excitedly as her smiled grew brighter. "He's moving!"
"Evy, I can't feel a thing" Rick said, wondering if his wife was imagining things.
"You can't?" she said, disappointment evident in her voice.
"O'Connell" Lewis Burgess called out.
Lewis Burgess was an American also and Rick had met him while in the French Legion. They crossed paths again when Rick, Evelyn and Jonathan returned from Hamanaptra for the second time and they quickly resumed their acquaintance. Both were interested in automobiles and formed a tentative business relationship.
Rick turned at the call of his fellow American but kept his hand on Evelyn's stomach. Lewis wondered why O'Connell was standing there with his hand on his wife's stomach. He thought Mrs. O'Connell was a very nice lady but he did not quite understand O'Connell's total infatuation with her. Love was a foreign language to him and one he did not care to learn.
"Afternoon Mrs. O'Connell" Lewis tipped his hat and gave her a sincere smile.
"Good afternoon Mr. Burgess" Evelyn smiled back.
"O'Connell, I need your Hancock on this invoice" he said as he handed Rick the invoice and quill.
After Rick signed the invoice, they talked business for a brief moment before Lewis turned to leave.
"Have a good afternoon Mrs. O'Connell" Lewis tipped his hat again.
"Same to you Mr. Burgess" Evelyn smiled.
When Rick turned back to Evelyn she looked up at him with a bright smile on her face.
"I felt the baby move" she said in an awed voice. "I really can't explain it" she said, speaking of her emotions. "But... I felt the baby move."
Evelyn was a chatterbox as she and Rick rode to the café. She talked excitedly and nonstop all through lunch. She tried as best she could to express to Rick what she was feeling but always ended her attempts of expression with 'I felt the baby move'.
Rick felt happiness because Evelyn was so happy. He felt excited because she was excited. He fell in love her with all over again because she was so ecstatic, so full of joy just because she 'felt the baby move'.
Though Rick was happy and excited because she was happy and excited, he did not comprehend WHY she was so happy and excited. She 'felt the baby move' she had told me about a hundred times, but he could not understand why that was so exciting.
In fact, though he KNEW Evelyn was pregnant and he was beginning to see changes in her body, as he sat across the table from her and watched her happiness and excitement, he felt as if he were missing out on something. He felt a bit jealous because it had become obvious the Evelyn was more attached to the baby and it was so real to her.
But to Rick, the baby was... it was there but... he did not feel any of closeness that Evelyn felt. He felt almost unattached and that made him feel like a jackass.
"Instead of going back to the docks, why don't you come home with me..." Evelyn said in a shy, quite voice.
Rick was immediately pulled from his thoughts at the tone in Evelyn's voice. If he did not know better, he would swear his sexually timid little wife was inviting him home for afternoon rendezvous. And when he looked into her eyes, he knew that's exactly what she was proposing.
"Waiter" Rick called out as he walked past their table. "We're ready for the check."
"Yes sir" the waiter said and hurried off.
"An afternoon with you huh?" Rick grinned tenderly.
"Yes" Evelyn smiled shyly.
"Wouldn't pass it up for nothing."
It seemed to Rick that that was all Evelyn had been doing lately. And crying for what? Hell, he did not know and for the life of him, he could not figure it out.
She cried because one shoe was here and the other shoe was there. Because her toast was not brown enough. Because her toast was a little burned. Because the sun was shining. Because the sun was not shining. Because it needed to rain. Because it was raining.
Whatever the situation, Evelyn found a reason to cry. Rick wondered how long her crying-for-absolutely-no-good-reason spells would go on. He began to wonder how long he could put up with walking on eggshells around her, never knowing when she would erupt into tears. And the moment he wondered, he knew he could put up with it forever. Because he loved her.
"I'm being silly I know" Evelyn sniffled and pulled Rick from his musings. "I'm being silly" she said as she lifted her head from his chest. "Aren't I?" she tilted her head back and looked up at him with teary eyes.
'Yes you are' his mind said.
"Well..." Rick looked down at her, not wanting to be too blunt with her in her current state.
"You think I'm being silly" Evelyn whimpered in an accusing tone and Rick knew she was getting ready to cry again.
"I didn't say that sweetheart" he said as he rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.
"Yes you did" she said in a pitiful voice as she pulled away from his embrace and took a step backwards.
"All I said was 'Well'" Rick defended.
"You were supposed to say you didn't think I was being silly" she said in a shaky voice and started crying again.
"You aren't being silly" he said as he pulled his weeping wife back into his arms.
"Now you're lying" she pouted as she went into his arms.
Rick could do nothing but laugh.
"You THINK I'm being silly" she continued. "You're not suppose to think that but you do. And I KNOW I'm being silly. I just can't seem to help myself."
"You aren't silly" he said in a loving voice then squeezed her and kissed her forehead.
"Yes I am" she said in a muffled voice as she buried her face in his chest.
Rick chuckled to himself again and did not response.
"I am aren't I?" Evelyn prodded. She needed to hear him reassure her she was NOT being silly.
"Yes you are" he said with mirth in his voice, knowing that there was now winning with Evelyn.
"I knew it!" Evelyn bellowed and began crying uncontrollable, forgetting that she had just called him a liar for telling her she was NOT silly.
"Evy..." Rick said in a soothing voice as he rubbed her hair.
"I've turned into a weeping nincompoop. A sniveling simpleton" Evelyn bemoaned. "That's what you think isn't it!" she said in a hurt and accusing tone.
"Evelyn" he said pulled her away from his chest. "I agree" he said as he looked down into her crying eyes. "You are a weeping nincompoop" he said and smiled at Evelyn's jaw drop. "And you are a sniveling simpleton" he laughed at Evelyn's gasp. "But..." he said sweetly. "You're MY weeping nincompoop" he said tenderly. "You're MY sniveling simpleton. And you're perfect."
Evelyn's bottom lip began to quiver with emotion and her tears got even heavier. She was acting like a nitwit. An absolute idiot. But in spite of that, her husband thought she was perfect.
"Have I kissed you today?" Rick asked.
"No" Evelyn sobbed in a pouting voice as she continued to cry.
Rick grinned as he leaned down and touched her lips with his.
"I can't believe you called me a nincompoop and a simpleton" Evelyn said after the kiss ended and Rick was wiping her tears.
"I didn't call you that" Rick grinned.
"You did!" Evelyn said, feigning indignation.
"You called you that. I only agreed" he said and leaned in to cover her lips again before she could argue.
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By the end of her third month, Evelyn's morning sickness had subsided greatly. She still had moments of queasiness but fresh air and a hot cup of tea would settle her. Her excitable eruptions, Jonathan's name for her crying spells, began to subside also and she began to settle back into her normal self.
It was the middle of her fourth month when Evelyn took note of the pooch in her belly. She woke up late and Rick had already left. She lay in bed waiting to see if she would have an attack of nausea. When she did not, Evelyn threw off the covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up.
From the bed, Evelyn looked at herself in the dresser mirror and thought about what Rick had said to the previous night. He told her that she was changing. Her body was changing and he liked it. Her hair was growing longer, felt thicker and looked shinier. Her skin was clearer and softer. And her breasts. They were growing fuller, heavier. And they were becoming more of a mouthful and that, he told her, was what he liked best.
As Evelyn sat looking at herself, she could not see any changes so she got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. Her hair was growing longer and now that she thought about it, it was becoming thicker too. She was not sure what Rick was talking about when he mentioned her clearer, softer skin. It looked that same to her.
And her body, Evelyn thought as she stepped from the dresser mirror and went and stood in front the full-length mirror. Her chest did seem a bit larger and they were becoming more tender. And her stomach, she thought as she turned sideways and pulled her gown tautly over her it, was a bit larger. Evelyn gazed in the mirror at the slightly protruding bulge. She rubbed her hand over the oval mass and wondered if she carried a boy or girl.
Rick wanted a boy. A little girl, he said, would be tougher to raise and he did not want the headache of chasing off all the good for nothing little boys that would undoubtedly be sniffing around after his daughter. Evelyn laughed and said she did not mind one way or the other. A boy or girl, it did not matter, as long as the baby was healthy.
"So" Evelyn said to her belly as she continued to rub it. "Are you mummy's little prince or mummy's little princess?"
Evelyn stood in the mirror for many minutes daydreaming about her baby before her stomach reminded her it was time for breakfast.
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That afternoon, Evelyn was in her office at the museum trying to concentrate on the catalog of the museum's antique pieces. She could not focus and felt quite wanton because she kept thinking about her husband - and the couch. She imagined herself naked, him naked. She was lying on the couch. One foot hung over the back of couch. The other foot rested on the floor. And Rick... she imagined him settled between her legs, touching her and making her squirm with ecstasy. She could not get the image out of her mind and frankly she did not want to. What she wanted was to make her vision real.
Evelyn blushed at her thoughts. She was now quite comfortable sharing intimacy with Rick but to be the aggressor was another issue. What would he think of her if she threw herself at him? What if he rejected her invitation? She would be mortified if he thought her a hussy for thinking and acting so brazenly. And she would die of embarrassment if he refused her.
But then she considered the object of her desire. Rick O'Connell. Rick O'Connell refuse love-making?
Evelyn let out a very unladylike snort at the thought. One thing that she had learned about her husband and was quite pleased with was his seemingly insatiable libidinous appetite...
Evelyn was pulled from her thoughts when she felt an odd feeling. It was in the pit of her belly. She had never felt it before and wondered what it could be. As she wondered, she rested her hand on her stomach.
The odd feeling fluttered again and Evelyn's eyes became wide with amazement. She felt the slightest of movements. Tears formed in Evelyn's eyes as the revelation hit her fully - a baby was growing inside her. Her baby was growing inside of her. Rick's baby was growing inside of her. Their baby was growing and moving inside of her.
A feeling of love overwhelmed her. The love she felt for Rick astonished her at times, but this feeling of love was different. It was a mother's love. A love that could not be described with words. A love that would continued to love in spite of what a child does. A love that would bear all things. A love that would endure all things. A love that would never give up. A love that would never fade. A love that would never com to an end. A love that would never fail.
Evelyn's tears ran down her cheeks as she felt her unborn child.
An innocent baby, her innocent baby, needed her protection, her nurturing, her guidance, her kind words, her loving, tender hand. At that moment, Evelyn felt motherhood and her tears turned into cries of joy. She was going to be a mother. That realization had not fully sunk in until now.
Jonathan, who had been instructed by Rick to pick Evelyn up for lunch and take her to her favorite café, walked in at that moment and let out a dreaded sigh. He thought Evelyn's excitable eruptions had passed.
"Having an excitable eruption old mum?" Jonathan said as he walked over to his sister. "Is everything alright old mum?" Jonathan asked with concerned when Evelyn only stared at him and cried. "What's wrong Evy?" he reached for her hand and noticed her other hand resting on her belly. "Is the tot ok?"
Evelyn shook her head 'yes' and Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the matter then old mum? I thought you were done with your excitable eruptions" he jokingly.
"Where... is... Rick?" she said in between her soft sobs.
"O'Connell sent me to take you to the café. He's going to meet you there."
"Where... is... he?" she whimpered. She wanted him to be the first to know the she felt their baby was moving.
"He's down at the docks" Jonathan said.
"Take me down there."
"He told me to take you to the café. He's meeting you there café..." Jonathan said again.
"Jonathan" Evelyn sobbed in an authoritative voice. "I... want... to go to the docks" she said.
Evelyn was practically bursting with excitement and she wanted to share her excitement with Rick.
"Whatever you say old mum" Jonathan said. "Are you SURE you're alright?" he asked when she continued to cry.
Evelyn shook her head 'yes' as she stood up, her hand still on her stomach.
"Alright then" Jonathan said as he held out his arm to her. "To the docks we go."
As she walked arm and arm with her brother out of the office, Evelyn knew everything was all right, that her baby was all right. Just last week she had been reading her mother's journal entry when her mother was about 4 months along carrying her.
'I felt you move for the first time today. Words are beyond me to express what I feel for you. 'I love you' seems so inefficient at the moment. But no other words come to me so those small words will have to do. I love you child.'
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They had been driving around for several minutes before Evelyn spotted Rick.
"There he is" she said happily when she saw Rick watching as a new automobile was being lowered from the ship.
"Evy!" Jonathan yelled. "Will you wait until I STOP the car!" he yelled when she opened the car door before he had come to a complete stop.
"Rick!" Evelyn called out as she ran toward him.
Rick turned at the sound of her voice and frowned. Jonathan was supposed to take Evelyn to the café. What was she doing at the docks? Was something wrong? Was something wrong with the kid?
"Evelyn, what..." Rick said, thinking the worse.
"Rick" Evelyn said with excitement as she grabbed his hand. "The baby..." she said as she placed his hand on her stomach. "I felt the baby move" she smiled up at him with tears in her eyes.
Rick stood there, his hand on Evelyn's stomach, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
"Can you feel it?" Evelyn said in a thrilled voice when she felt a flutter.
Rick shook his head in the negative and frowned. He did not feel a thing but Evelyn was ecstatic.
"There he goes again" she said excitedly as her smiled grew brighter. "He's moving!"
"Evy, I can't feel a thing" Rick said, wondering if his wife was imagining things.
"You can't?" she said, disappointment evident in her voice.
"O'Connell" Lewis Burgess called out.
Lewis Burgess was an American also and Rick had met him while in the French Legion. They crossed paths again when Rick, Evelyn and Jonathan returned from Hamanaptra for the second time and they quickly resumed their acquaintance. Both were interested in automobiles and formed a tentative business relationship.
Rick turned at the call of his fellow American but kept his hand on Evelyn's stomach. Lewis wondered why O'Connell was standing there with his hand on his wife's stomach. He thought Mrs. O'Connell was a very nice lady but he did not quite understand O'Connell's total infatuation with her. Love was a foreign language to him and one he did not care to learn.
"Afternoon Mrs. O'Connell" Lewis tipped his hat and gave her a sincere smile.
"Good afternoon Mr. Burgess" Evelyn smiled back.
"O'Connell, I need your Hancock on this invoice" he said as he handed Rick the invoice and quill.
After Rick signed the invoice, they talked business for a brief moment before Lewis turned to leave.
"Have a good afternoon Mrs. O'Connell" Lewis tipped his hat again.
"Same to you Mr. Burgess" Evelyn smiled.
When Rick turned back to Evelyn she looked up at him with a bright smile on her face.
"I felt the baby move" she said in an awed voice. "I really can't explain it" she said, speaking of her emotions. "But... I felt the baby move."
Evelyn was a chatterbox as she and Rick rode to the café. She talked excitedly and nonstop all through lunch. She tried as best she could to express to Rick what she was feeling but always ended her attempts of expression with 'I felt the baby move'.
Rick felt happiness because Evelyn was so happy. He felt excited because she was excited. He fell in love her with all over again because she was so ecstatic, so full of joy just because she 'felt the baby move'.
Though Rick was happy and excited because she was happy and excited, he did not comprehend WHY she was so happy and excited. She 'felt the baby move' she had told me about a hundred times, but he could not understand why that was so exciting.
In fact, though he KNEW Evelyn was pregnant and he was beginning to see changes in her body, as he sat across the table from her and watched her happiness and excitement, he felt as if he were missing out on something. He felt a bit jealous because it had become obvious the Evelyn was more attached to the baby and it was so real to her.
But to Rick, the baby was... it was there but... he did not feel any of closeness that Evelyn felt. He felt almost unattached and that made him feel like a jackass.
"Instead of going back to the docks, why don't you come home with me..." Evelyn said in a shy, quite voice.
Rick was immediately pulled from his thoughts at the tone in Evelyn's voice. If he did not know better, he would swear his sexually timid little wife was inviting him home for afternoon rendezvous. And when he looked into her eyes, he knew that's exactly what she was proposing.
"Waiter" Rick called out as he walked past their table. "We're ready for the check."
"Yes sir" the waiter said and hurried off.
"An afternoon with you huh?" Rick grinned tenderly.
"Yes" Evelyn smiled shyly.
"Wouldn't pass it up for nothing."