In a few minutes Maggie rounded the corner in her favorite old cotton robe with her huge belly sticking out and a towel wrapped around her head. I couldn’t help but smile.

Maggie looked at me with those pretty blue eyes and said, “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’m really upset about what’s happening and I took it out on you!”

I’m just standing there holding a plate with a cream cheese Danish in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other wondering if she had even noticed, when she burst into tears again and said “Oh, you brought me a Danish!”

Okay, so nobody prepared me for how to live with a pregnant woman, but no one could, no one.

She took the plate and cup of tea from my hands and set them on the table. Then she led me to the sofa where we sat together and she just rolled up in a ball in my lap and, with my arms wrapped around her, she just cried.

We had been down this road before and I could tell the fever had broken. Thank God.