When they arrive home, Emy's healthy and lively body is evident. Reed looked at his wife, and he couldn't help but smile. When they went to the room, he hugged her and stroked her stomach.
"Are you full?" Reed whispered in Emy's ear.
"Yeah," Emy said. "It's funny. Out of all the pregnant women, I'm the only one who eats emotions. Can't our baby be ugly or have complications? I'm the only one who harbors resentment."
Reed chuckled. "That's normal," he said, turning Emy to face him. "You are an extraordinary woman."
"I'm not weird; that's just the power of love," said Emy. "I'm willing to make you happy."
"So love means sacrifice?"
"Love means anything. It can be happy, and it can be sad. That's how mysterious love is. That's why I still hope that you'll love me. The truth is, you love me already; you can't say it, and you're not sure."
"How could you say that? I don't know what I'm feeling."
"I know. I feel it too."
