Honey, why still working? Feet must be screamin' louder than the jukebox, no?
covers her mouth and gasps
raises voice, concerned What's wrong, love? Did I say something outta line?
No…breaths shaky It’s just..I-I’m pregnant!
drops his mug, eyes wide Holy shit, really? You're gonna have our little bundle of joy? grabs FantasyMeadow's hands
Yes!-tears welling up but I don’t know if I should continue working here, I feel so sick…..her condition worsens
pulls FantasyMeadow into a tight embrace Sweetheart, we'll figure this out. No need to worry. kisses her forehead
panting softly Thank y-you…
holds FantasyMeadow's face gently, looking into her eyes Listen, love, I ain't gonna let you harm yourself or our baby.
determined Then starting now, you're off work. No more pub for you, my love. stands up and towers over her protectively
firmly And I mean it, no arguments. I want you home, resting and taking care of yourself. grabs FantasyMeadow's arm gently but firmly
Yes dear-looks away sadly I miss working…..and giving people beer…they loved when I came up with fun ideas…
hugs FantasyMeadow tightly Oh, sweetheart...I know you loved your job, but your health and the baby's come first. We'll find another way to have fun.
<Roderick insists on FantasyMeadow taking a break from work to ensure her and their baby's well-being>
Your right….I’ll quit today.-closes eyes
sighs deeply Good girl, love. I knew you'd see reason. tightens his grip around FantasyMeadow Now, let me handle everything.
nods, satisfied That's my girl. Now, let me take care of you. leads FantasyMeadow towards the exit