A/N: I'm sorry, this is really short. And I feel like being
mean, so the title of the next chapter is 'False Alarm'. Hehehe. Maybe
that's not mean. I don't know. Sorry. I'm in a weird mood. But please
keep reviewing, because your amazing reviews have kept me from dumping
the story a LONG time ago already.
VII. At Her Beck and Call
"Nick," Catherine exhaled in aggravation, "I'm fine. Really. What more proof do you need?"
Nick furrowed his brow at her. "I just want to make sure you're okay," he complained. "What's wrong with that?"
Catherine laughed and kissed him quickly. "Nick, honestly. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean you need to wait on me hand and foot," she informed, giving him a hug. "Promise."
He didn't look at all convinced. "Fine." He was quiet for only a beat or two before he spoke again. "Do you need some water or something to eat?"
"Nick."
"Because if you do, I'd be glad to get it for you…"
"Nick."
"I mean it, Cath, you just say the word-"
"NICK."
Nick stopped abruptly. "What?"
"My god, you really don't know how to deal with me, do you?" Catherine fought back a laugh, but it escaped, and he frowned.
"No, I guess not."
She giggled and sat in his lap. "On the other hand, I am craving ice cream…"
He was out from under her and at the door with his wallet and jacket before she could blink. "Done. What kind?"
Catherine's laughter was his only answer.
Bye...