"Well, yeah, I knew it was your fault. I didn't have any cravings for sweets before Abbey. God, I hope this ends at delivery." She kissed him slowly and softly," Are you sure about the clothes thing? You really can be such a killjoy. Oh, by the way. Just one more thing. I am all yours for at least 3 weeks. "
She produced the paper out of her pocket and handed it to him. "It's a medical leave slip. Apparently, Daddy appointed himself my doctor and issued a medical leave slip based on my weight, and slipped the damned thing under my nose in a stack of papers he wanted me to sign. And I had enough of a stinking migraine that I just trusted him and signed it, giving him permission to kick me out of my own hospital for 3 weeks and puttiing him in complete charge. I really, truly should have known better. The first rule of a good director--never sign anything you don't read. Anyway, he pulled rank on me. If I am incapacitated, he is in charge. And if he decides he's my doctor and I let him do it, he can put me on leave and take over. And I can't go back til he clears me. Now how wrong is that? I know I"m going to laugh about this at some point, but if there is a good side, I am completely at your mercy for at least 3 weeks." She kissed him again, never wanting him away from her ever again. "Suppose we can find something to do in all that time? Holiday, yes. We're coming back because we want to, and for no other reason. And by the way, I do recall, you promised me cheesecake, not Fauve. So, come on. Pay up. Cheesecake, please."