It was several hours later when Reid knocked hesitantly on the door of Christine's sitting room.
"Come in," she called out.
Carefully holding the tray with the food he had prepared on it, Reid pushed the door open. "The schedule Rossi left me says you have an evening snack at around this time." He paused in the doorway. "And, you didn't eat dinner. You must be hungry."
"Dave actually left you a schedule?" Christine looked up from the book she appeared to be reading.
"Well, not an actual schedule. More like a suggested guideline," Reid clarified.
"Nice catch!" Christine gave him a weak smile. "Come in and put the tray down." She began moving books and papers to make room on the coffee table.
Reid put the tray down, and then stood and looked around uncertainly.
"I know I shouldn't always say what I should say," he began carefully weighting each word. "But, I just say it anyway!"
"Sit," Christine patted the spot on the loveseat next to her. "I know you were just being concerned. And, it is possible I over-reacted. I've never been exactly great at accepting criticism – Even when it is well meant."
"You are at the beginning of your second trimester," Reid excused her. "You are still dealing with surging hormones, and your body is readjusting for all the changes you are going through."
"I know that you are aware that nutrition is very important for a pregnant woman," Reid began reciting from his wealth of information. "You need at least 75 to 100 grams of protein every day, plus calcium and iron, and folic acid which prevents spina bifida."
"Spencer," Christine raised her voice to get his attention. "If you looked, my prenatal vitamins and calcium pills are sitting on the bathroom sink so I'll remember to take them every morning. Don't tell me you haven't already examined them."
Reid had the grace to look embarrassed.
"Now, what did you bring me?" Christine began examining the tray of food.
"Whole wheat toast with peanut butter," Reid pointed to the plate. "That's your whole grains and your protein."
"I smell hot chocolate," Christine picked up the cup. "And, don't tell me you didn't read the label to check the calcium content of that before you made it up!"
"Yes – I did," Reid confessed. "But, I also brought you some cookies. Because, well, because I remember you like cookies. "
"My infamous sweet tooth," Christine smiled. "But, I don't see a plate or a cup or anything for you."
"I wasn't – you know – sure, if you wanted me to stay," Reid stammered.
"If you will open the closet on the far wall, next to my desk, you will find a microwave as well as extra plates and the makings for another cup of hot chocolate."