Lars knocked impatiently on the Miller's front for the fifth time. Sadie had invited him over the night before, but now no one was answering. He was just starting to get worried when his phone buzzed.

Use spare key, in bathroom

He overturned the welcome mat with his toe, bending over to retrieve the key.

"Sadie?" He called as he came in the front door, hesitantly moving down the hall towards the bathroom. He peeked in the open door to find her hunched over the toilet.

"Hey." She smiled at him weakly as he entered.

"Hey, are you alright?" He sank to his knees next to her.

"Yeah, just morning sickness. I think I'm okay now." She stood, still looking a little green and made her way slowly to the sink to brush her teeth.

"Should you be, like, laying down or something?" Lars questioned. This whole pregnancy thing was foreign to him, but based on what her remembered from health class it seemed Sadie was having a rough go of it. She was three and a half months in now and still throwing up multiple times a day. Surely by now she should've started to gain a tiny bit of weight, but it seemed to Lars that she looked tinier every time he saw her.

"Don't be so nervous." Sadie joked, spitting into the sink. She stretched, hands clasped above her head. Lars couldn't help but notice how the movement highlighted the weight she'd lost in the past few weeks.

"When did you say you go back to the doctor?" He stood, placing an arm around her shoulders for fear that she would tip over on her shaky looking legs.

"You go once a month until you get to twenty-eight weeks." She relaxed in to the touch, leaning heavily into his side.

"That long between visits?" His brow creased with worry.

"Lars!" Sadie laughed, "I was just there like two weeks ago and I'm going back in another two."

Lars made a noncommittal noise and pulled her out of the bathroom in to the living room, attempting to settle her on the couch. However, as soon as he turned his back to get her some water she was up again, disappearing down the hall.

"Sadie!" He yelped in frustration.

"Relax!" She complained, reappearing in the living room. "I was just getting my phone. What's your problem?"

"You, just, don't look well." He admitted, running his hand through his hair.

"It's just morning sickness." Sadie rolled her eyes, walking past him to the kitchen.

"Shouldn't it be getting better by now?" Lars trailed after her. "I mean, you're pregnant and you're losing weight."

"Not that much." She defended herself, digging in the cabinets.

"I'm very sure you shouldn't be losing any." Lars argued, tugging at his ear.

"I'm going to need you to stop being so paranoid, like, pronto." She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm eating and everything. I've just got bad nausea."

"I'm glad that you're so confident about that." He told her sarcastically. He watched as she continued to pad around the kitchen softly, evidently in search of an acceptable snack.

"I am. Hey, you know what sounds really good right now?" She whirled around to face him.

"A glass of water, some crackers, and a nap?" He teased, raising his eyebrows.

"A pizza."

"You literally just finished throwing up."

"Lars, I seriously want a pizza." She told him, her face stern.

"Sadie, you seriously just threw up." Lars mocked, crossing his arms. "Shouldn't you be eating all healthy and balanced anyways?"

"Lars." Sadie moved to stand directly in front of him, staring up at him with a fierce intensity in her eyes. "I need a pizza."