William stayed with Gail until her breathing started to get normal, the color returning to her cheeks. She leaned back in the chair, and William rose, his knees protesting the crouch.

"When's the last time you ate?" He asked.

"Breakfast. I wasn't hungry after we got back from the hospital."

"It's almost four, you need to eat. The baby needs you to eat." He moved toward the door, then paused. "What would you prefer to eat? I'll have Evelyn make anything you want."

"I don't want to bother ...