It didn't go unnoticed to Jaimeson that she wasn't looking at him, he hoped that would change. Instead of poking at it, he followed after her so that he could help unpack the bags. The biggest bag held the take away. "I got a little of everything, some eggs, fruits, bagels, muffins, bacon, sausage, pancakes," he rattled off just about every breakfast food out there. "I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for," he admitted in a sheepish tone a moment later.
He picked up a chocolate chip muffin, breaking a piece off the top, he tossed it into his mouth. He couldn't help but watch her, eyes glued to her midsection, as if he'd notice any sort of difference. It was much too soon, he was sure of it, but yet still his eyes seemed to keep coming back to that spot. "Do you want me to put some music on?"