Kaine just grunted, but Mrs. Kaine rose to her feet.
"Why don't I pack up some leftovers for you two? I know that you're a chef, but surely you could do with a little more."
"No, it won't be necessary. Thank you for the offer."
"I insist." Mrs. Kaine bustled toward the kitchen. Andreas didn't sigh. Mrs. Kaine meant well.
Andreas looked at Mr. Kaine again and left the room, waiting next to the door of the bathroom to wait for Phoebe to come out. He didn't want the extra food from Mrs. Kaine, but he couldn't politely decline the offer once she pushed it on him.
The door to the bathroom opened and his wife came out. He put an arm around her shoulders.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," she sniffled, "but I want to go home."
He leaned down and kissed her temple. "We can make that happen."
"I have your food!" Mrs. Kaine announced as she stepped into the hallway. Andreas could see that it was in a pretty green bag, one of the ones that Mrs. Kaine used for shopping at the farmer's market. He internally groaned; it was a really nice bag, one that they'd have to return sooner rather than later, which meant that he had to sit through Mr. Kaine's interrogation sometime soon.
Phoebe was still crying softly as they waved goodbye to her parents, but all of them pretended that it wasn't happening.
Phoebe and Andreas got into the car and buckled up. As Andreas put the car in reverse, Phoebe opened the glove compartment and used the brown fast food napkins to blow her nose.
The drive was quiet until Andreas decided to break the silence.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay," Phoebe said, even though she was still clearly crying. She turned away from him and looked out the window.
8
Ugly Cry
Phoebe
P hoebe knew that she was an ugly crier. She knew that she was married to Andreas, but that didn't mean that she wanted him to see her with a blotchy nose and red eyes. She looked like a hideous monster when she cried. These pregnancy hormones were really messing with her system.
Andreas must have turned on the radio, because her favorite song came on. Phoebe smiled for the first time since the dinner with her parents and sang along softly after she turned the volume up.
She realized then that Andreas hadn't turned on the radio. He'd started one of the CDs that he had in hi car. He wanted to cheer her up.
She felt way more weepy than she normally was. Phoebe had her ups and downs, true, but she normally kept all of it inside. She didn't cry quite this much.
"Honey, do you want some comfort food? Thin Mint Ice Cream? We can pick it up on the way home."
Phoebe sniffed again. "I'd like to go to Chung's. Why don't you make me something nice?"
"It's..." Andreas paused. "It's poker night and Chung's had to close early."
Phoebe raised a brow.
"But we can get ice cream."
"No. I'd rather go home so I can sleep."
"We can do that." Phoebe wasn't sure if she could hear relief in Andreas' voice.
They drove for a little longer, then Andreas was turning on the little street that led to their home.
"Andreas, why is there a package at our front door? I haven't ordered anything." Phoebe was an Amazon Prime member, and she was a little bit addicted to ordering packages...but she hadn't ordered any this week.
"I'm not sure." Andreas parked the car in the garage, which automatically opened when it sensed that his car was near it. "Let me check, okay, babe? Why don't you head upstairs. I'll make some tea and be right up."
"Okay."
Phoebe went up the stairs and yawned as she got to the top step. She covered her mouth with her hand. She was wiped out, even though they hadn't stayed at her parents' house very long for dinner.
She went to the bathroom to take off her makeup and get into her jammies. Her favorite pajamas were soft blue pajamas with pictures of sheep on them, and Andreas had told her that they were adorable.
Her eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds, so she got into her bed and rested her eyes for just a few minutes while she waited for