"We?" Debi stared at him as if he'd sprouted another head. "What is this 'we' business? I'M the one having the baby! And it better be soon, this - "
She managed to turn herself enough to smack him, hard, on the shoulder. "This HURTS! And I'm hungry, but if I eat something I'm going to puke all over YOU, and you'd better walk the damn dog at night for at LEAST the next six months because I'M going to be busy feeding YOUR kid and - "
Ranting didn't help the pain, really, but she still felt a lot better.