Cheese

"Heres... the... last.. one," James puffed as he lifted the last shopping bag onto the counter.

"Finally," Lily snapped. "It's not that heavy, you know, I do it all the time!"

"And I don't know why you couldn't do it today," James said. "I'm terrible at shopping, you know that."

"Yeah I do..."

She unpacked the groceries in silent for a few minutes, while he watched her. Then...

"Gouda! Gouda?!!"

"Umm... yes, dear, the cheese..."

"I told you to buy havarti. Ha-var-ti. Is that so hard?"

"Well, no, I suppose I just forgot..."

"HAVARTI. GOUDA. They are so far from eachother it's not even funny. I think all these nights you're spending working are going to your head, you're hardly ever home anymore."

"Yeah, and then the one time I am home you send me to do the food shopping!" he said, staring at his wife incredulously.

She fell silent and continued to unpack.

"Lily, what's really wrong?" James asked calmly.

She didn't answer right away, but when she did her voice was quiet. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" he asked. "What... Lily that's great!" he exclaimed, scooping her in his arms and spinning her around. He let her down and looked in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... I didn't think you wanted a kid, James... with everything that's going on..."

"I want whatever you want," he said.

"I want havarti," she said smiling.

"Well then...I..." He took one look at her expentent face and sighed, "I guess I'm going back to get some."