"I'm pregnant. Tears are expected. Really, you should know these rules," she said, chuckling.
"I thought that going to the club could be amusement enough. You can even sing. It's country, you can do that right?" she teased.
Savannah rolled her eyes. "I meant in general not in this case in particular, and you're not dying, because you promised that you won't leave me alone, which means we have to figure out what's wrong with you. And Sam doesn't fuss enough; this is why I'm here." She reached over and balanced the plate with the food on her thighs. "I know about calories too. For example I know that you have a better chance to get your recommended daily dose if you actually eat, so eat."
She picked on the cheese with a smile on her face. "I know about calories. I gained four pounds and started writing everything down, and when Sam started that training, I increased what Marty and I were eating. It seems logical to me."
She looked at him. "May, or April, or March or February, then. I see that you've narrowed it down. Should I even ask how it caught up with you? Or just worry about you and focus on when it started and what it could be?" She stared for a moment and then kissed his cheek. "You need to speak up. It wouldn't be this difficult if you had said something sooner. Now, think back, when is the first time that you said 'darn I'm tired', possibly without the darn. People usually know their bodies better than they think, but they don't pay attention. So focus. You might not think that you know, but you do."