"Why are you laughing?" she asked a little sharply. Almost immediately she realized that it was the same fond laugh as always; there was no reason for her to be upset. "Sorry, I just... I feel like I'm going insane. I guess this is what the manuals meant when they said pregnancy screws with hormones."

She wiped the tears off her cheeks and pressed a quick, apologetic kiss to his lips, smiling at the sight of the pickle. "Thank you," she said, taking a bite out of it while it was still in his hand. "Oh God, that's good..."