Sam:Where are you I'm coming to you
Tiel:Honey. I'm fine. Place both hands on your tits and calm down.
Tiel:I was just saying don't freak out because I walked by the Berklee bookstore today, and saw a wee baby Berklee shirt
Tiel:And I had to get it. But it's still early and we're waiting before this gets crazy official and everything, and I didn't want you to get carried away
Tiel:LIKE YOU JUST DID
Sam:That's awesome but I'm going to need a minute to get my heart rate back down to normal, Sunshine.
Tiel:We have seven more months to go. Find your chill.
Sam:I worry about you. BOTH of you. I'm not going to stop.
Tiel:I know and I'm not asking you to stop. I'm just asking you to stop assuming the worst.
Sam:You're sure you're okay? You're feeling all right?
Tiel:We're good. We had two bagels with extra cream cheese and a hot chocolate (not a cappuccino) and we're good. life is good.
Sam:I can't wait to tell everyone.
Tiel:Me too. They're going to lose their shit. We have to do something totally adorkable though. Like, those pictures where the couple has their shoes lined up and then they have a tiny pair of itsy bitsy baby shoes.
Tiel:Or! Wait! The venti coffee cup, the grandé cup, and then the itsy bitsy baby cup!
Sam:So you're saying we're going to spend tonight on Pinterest?
Tiel:Um, yeah
Tiel:Which part of town are you in this afternoon?
Sam:Whichever part you want, sweetheart.
Tiel:Sam. Please. Be serious for a second.
Sam:I *am* being serious, Tiel. I can delegate just about anything to Riley and be wherever you want me.
Tiel:Yeah but I don't want to bother you. I know you like your schedule.
Sam:Fuck my schedule.
Sam:What's wrong? Are you doing all right?
Tiel:I don't think I can get on the subway again. This morning wasn't great.
Sam:I'll pick you up. Just tell me when.
Sam:Also…what happened this morning and why are you waiting until now to tell me? Should we call the doctor?
Tiel:It wasn't awful and I didn't want to text you with "hey I barfed again" because we need to keep some mysteries in the marriage.
Tiel:No doctor. It's just morning sickness…all day. I got off without any for the past nine weeks but I really don't want you worrying about the gross stuff because the whole "pushing a human out of my ladybits" thing makes me worried that it won't be pretty anymore and you'll be traumatized and never want to visit there again
Sam:For fuck's sake
Sam:Would you stop with all that and just tell me what happened this morning?
