She slowly rolled to her side, her eyes remaining closed. “Oh my god, that food smells so good. I need it in me now.”

He laughed. “I have never been jealous of a baked potato before.”

“There’s a first for everything.” She sat up and shoved her backpack unceremoniously to the floor. “I inhaled a protein bar. I thought it would be enough, but my reaction to the smell tells me it wasn’t.”

He settled beside her on the bed and held the plate between them, then handed her a fork and cloth napkin.

“My, haven’t we moved up in the world. Utensils and a napkin.” She then speared a piece of potato, making sure she loaded the bite with broccoli and chicken. It disappeared into her mouth, and she leaned back and chewed, eyes closed.

After she swallowed, she said, “I might cry, that’s so good. I didn’t know you could cook.”

He leaned over and kissed her neck, then straightened and loaded his own fork. “You’re going to be sorely disappointed in the future when you realize this is pretty basic and required no actual skill.”

He took his bite and was surprised to realize he felt a similar rush of emotion, but figured it was because not only was he enjoying his first hot meal in days, but also, he was sharing it with Audrey. She was safe, and they’d have a warm bed for the next few hours.

They ate in silence. He noticed she paced herself tonight—she didn’t gobble it down like she had the crackers yesterday.

Finally, she set her fork aside. “Thank you. That was just what I needed.” She placed a hand on her belly and said, “Fig is happy too.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, I’m no longer dizzy and I don’t want to vomit.”

He set the plate on the nightstand, then turned and placed a hand on her belly. “When will you be able to feel the baby move?”

“According to the pregnancy guide, maybe around sixteen or seventeen weeks? They say it takes longer to notice the sensation with first pregnancies. If this were my second child, then as early as fourteen weeks.”

“And you’re eleven weeks now?”

“As of tomorrow, I’ll officially be twelve weeks. Last week of the first trimester.”

“But…we had sex ten weeks ago. I’m not saying I question paternity or your counting, I’m just confused.”