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Chapter 4:

-"Better-half?" I heard myself say as I followed Jerry out of the room. "What does that mean?"

Jerry didn't really look at me, he just went on to the main desk.

-"Better-half?" I repeated. Frank looked at me before turning to Jerry.

-"Well, I think someone has not been very careful with his choice of words."

-"It's just an expression. Everyone says that. Don't be so touchy!" He finally muttered out.

-"And you have to admit that in the last weeks, Kovac has been far more agreeable than you." Frank felt a precision was needed.

-"Really? Yeah well no wonder. He isn't the one who didn't get coffee for the last 5 months, he isn't the one who has to pee every hour, he isn't the one who doesn't fit into his clothes anymore, he isn't the one whose feet have swollen to the extent I had to buy new shoes, he isn't the one who has to sleep on his back because any other position is getting so damn uncomfortable, he isn't the one who is bored to death at work..." I ranted on and on before I saw Jerry pointing at my hand.

-"Abby?"

-"What!" I was more than annoyed. As I looked at my right hand, I saw that I was already holding the receiver. I stared at it wondering how much a Croatian who had been living in the US for the last seven years could have understood. Far too much I guessed.

-"Yes! So you're on another break?" I looked around and realized that almost everyone was now at hearing-range. Funny how suddenly the main desk had this capability to attract everyone.

-"Yes, I am." He didn't add anything. That couldn't be good. I didn't have to look at a mirror to know that my face was probably redder than a firetruck. Well be brave Lockhart, ask your heart away...

-"You didn't hear what I just said, did you?"

-"Well no..."

-"Oh Luka, you're a terrible liar." I had to laugh and I heard him chuckle in return. "So why are you calling?"

-"As I am downtown, I was thinking that maybe I could use the opportunity to buy the crib we both liked so much. What do you think?"

-"Sure. But it would be easier if we would both go, I could help you with the carrying." I saw Frank shaking his head and mouthing 'Wrong answer'.

-"You're not helping me with the carrying."

-"Well I didn't really mean carrying it, more like lifting it to make the carrying easier." I tried to justify my answer.

-"You're not lifting it."

-"And why not?" I heard my voice rising. That wasn't good. There were far too many people around. And I knew they wouldn't side with me. A quick look proved my point. Neela looked at me and shook her head before going to Trauma 2.

-"It's too heavy for you and I can manage it myself."

-"Okay so it means I'm useless." I felt tears gathering in my eyes. Not very cool.

-"You're not useless, you're pregnant and carrying heavy things is not for pregnant women." The voice of reason had spoken. And of course he was right, and he was so damn sweet, but still.

-"Okay. Right, go ahead and buy the crib." My voice was wobbling. Could someone explain to me, why I was crying? Those damn hormones were driving me nuts.

-"Are you crying?"

-"No, of course not... I have to go. Need to pee. The baby is playing trampoline on my bladder. See you tonight at home!" I hung up. Jeez I was pathetic. For once I was happy that I really needed to go to the bathroom.