Heather had started to feel better by now, only getting a little wave of nausea every now and then after the bulk of her morning sickness had passed. She'd taken a shower and had a little something to eat, and she thought some fresh air might do her some good. Sure, she'd already spent some time with Jo ugh-ing over that crummy soap, but the thought of heading to the Roadhouse to visit with the other woman seemed like a good opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Fresh air and hanging out with a good friend. She couldn't drink now, unfortunately, but at least they could talk and all that.
At the sight of Jo and Jack, Heather couldn't help but feel a little squirrelly again in the stomach. Jack was a kid. She was going to be having a kid. Heather had always had a soft spot for children in the past, but having her own son or daughter was completely different. Now, being around kids always reminded her of that little person inside of her, and she wanted to make a good impression in a way.
"Am I interrupting?" she asked with a small smile, standing a little awkwardly near the bar.