There was no way he was going to go back downstairs tonight, not after the scare he'd had. He still worried at any moment she was going to wretch her guts out again, and then he was going to take her to the hospital whether she wanted it or not. Tony slipped back into bed next to her, trying not to jostle her as he ran his fingers over her belly lightly. "No nausea right now? If you get sick, I want you to call me, not toss yourself in the bathroom to die." She had to do better about that. What if Sophie had been with him and he hadn't found out until it was too late?