When she kissed him, Tom almost dropped her. He blushed bright red and shook himself. "Woman, you'll be the death of me." But instead of angry, as he should've been, he was almost affectionate. "There is such a thing as email, you know, and blogs, and the Internet... Max and the others have managed this long, I'm sure we could too."
He kicked open the door to his room and a big fluffy dog burst through it and leapt up to greet him. Tom cursed, fighting both the dog and the effort to keep Brook in his arms. "Down, Spike! Go pester Sonya!"
The dog, of course, didn't listen. He woofed and wagged his tail in a disastrous manner, and nudged Brook's foot with a wet nose. Tom pushed him out of the way and went through another door that led to a connecting room where a bed was already stationed. Tom's room and Brook's room were connected by a door--he thought this rather useful, really. It'd be easier to keep an eye on her.
He set Brook in the bed with a sigh, glaring at Spike, who just stared up at him with his head tilted, panting excitedly.
"If it makes you feel better, Brook, I'm right next door. Don't leave the bed for anything but the bathroom--I'm getting a TV in here to keep you occupied, and Sonya will bring a laptop with internet access in a bit. If you need some books, I think Francis has been hoarding them." He paused, glanced at her belly, and added, "If you get any strange cravings, let me know and I'll think of something..."
Tom winced at himself. He'd turned into a male nurse! Doh! Oh well... he did promise, didn't he? And he never broke a promise. He was stuck with her.
"Sorry about this. Really, I am." It managed not to sound quite as sarcastic has he intended it to be. This really was all his fault. Gah!