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running around trying to get things ready. Why don’t you think about putting it on hold, at least until the baby is six months or a year or so?”
    “I told you I wanted to see if I could get it up and going before I give birth. I signed a lease and hired a manager. I’ve got a few months left to do everything.”
    “I think you’re taking on too much. Especially now, before the holidays.”
    I shot him a sharp look.
    “I’ll go to prenatal yoga. And maybe get a caterer for our Christmas Eve dinner.”
    “Maybe? No, you will. And I’ll tell my mother you’re not bringing anything for Thanksgiving.”
    “Fine. You don’t need to be so bossy and controlling.” My lips pursed into a pout.
    “I’m concerned, Emma. Because I love you. And from now on, I’m going with you to all of the doctor’s appointments so I can ask questions.” He rose and marched to his desk. “Did they tell you what kind of home blood pressure monitor to buy?”
    I leaned over, extracting a paper from my purse. He beckoned me with his finger and reached for the paper while pressing a button on his phone. I sank back down on the sofa.
    “Marie, please call Emma’s OB doctor to find out when her next appointments are and put them in my calendar. Block off two hours for each appointment. Oh, and send an assistant out to buy…” In a tense voice, Caleb read from the paper, repeating the model name and number of the blood pressure monitor twice. “Thank you.”
    I rolled my eyes but was secretly thrilled he was so interested in my pregnancy. I picked up the other half of the sandwich. “Look, the doctor said the slightly elevated blood pressure could be nothing. Let’s not worry about it until we start charting it at home, okay? Please eat. I made these for you because I know you like the homemade hummus.”
    He walked back over to the sofa, loosening the knot of his tie. Silently, he took the sandwich from my hand and set it on the coffee table. He eased next to me, and his voice dropped while he caressed my belly with his big hand. “I’m not trying to be bossy. I apologize. I’m worried. It scares me to think of you being sick while pregnant.”
    He paused to swallow, and that’s when it hit me. He’d watched his first wife die from cancer. Of course he’d be concerned for my health. Sometimes I forgot Caleb had a life before me.
    “Emma doll,” he continued, trailing the back of his index finger down my cheek, “you need to relax. You don’t have to make me homemade hummus. You don’t have to even make me lunch. You could have saved yourself time and stress by stopping at Subway. Or by staying at home and resting. Don’t try to be the perfect wife.”
    “But I like making you lunch. I don’t want you to eat Subway. Doing things for you makes me feel productive, and…I don’t know. Makes me feel like I’m caring for you. I want to be the perfect wife.” I looked down at his hand on my swollen stomach.
    “You are caring for me. You are the perfect wife.” He kissed my temple. “Promise you’ll go home and watch a movie or something? Read a book?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Okay, sure, I just got a bunch of new books in. One really good erotica novel I’ve been waiting for. You know how I like to read before starting to write a new story.”
    Caleb groaned and allowed his head to flop back. It made a thud when it hit the wall, and he scrunched his eyes shut. “Do you have to write erotica, on top of everything else? Won’t that elevate your blood pressure? We shouldn’t have been so kinky in Canada. Can we even have sex?”
    “It’s funny you ask.” I crawled into his lap and pressed my lips to his. “The doctor told me sex during pregnancy lowers a woman’s blood pressure.”
    Opening his eyes, he lifted his head and his hands went into my hair, fingers twisting into the curls. “So I have to take one for the team and make love to you more often?”
    I nodded slowly, and the warmth in his gaze finally