He nodded and took the bag from me and we walked out together, making peace with our divorce and hoping that things would get better and the future carried hope with it.
*****
Victor took me to a restaurant after our house hunting. I wasn't feeling like food but he would hear nothing of the sort.
"You have to eat something. For you and for the baby."
"Victor, I really do not have an appetite for anything."
"You eat or I will force feed you." His voice was light and teasing but I could tell he was worried about me.
The waitress approached us to take our orders. "I'll just have ice cream and if I feel like anything after that, I will let you know."
The waitress smiled. "Can I recommend some spicy soup? I assure you it helps." She signalled to my pregnant stomach.
"Does it? Ice cream and some spicy soup then." I smiled feeling my mouth water at the thought.
"Also, sex improves the appetite." She gestured to Victor this time.
