« We hear you, Doc, » he said, flashing a smile. « Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her. »
That smile disappeared before we even made it home.
« She’s being overly cautious, » he muttered in the car on the way home. « What you need now is to get back into shape. »
« You’ve already gained enough weight, honey. The sooner you lose it, the sooner you’ll look like yourself again. »
I laughed, because I thought it was a joke.
Ryan wouldn’t really go against the doctor’s advice, would he?
He didn’t laugh back.
« I bet you don’t want our friends’ wives discussing your chubby body at the barbecue next month, » he said. « Come on, you look like you’re still pregnant. »
I stared at the side of his face.
The man I married was somewhere underneath that profile.
