Me: Echo Tango?

Jackson: E.T.

I snickered so loud, someone across the aisle lifted their head to look at me.

Me: I will

It took me until I got to the car to realize that he never actually denied that he only dated tall blondes.

The next fourweeks passed by in relative quiet. I mailed the ultrasound picture to Jackson. Even though I hadn’t been to work since Matt’s accident, I officially quit my job at the gallery. They took me out for a little good-bye lunch.

I was forced to go maternity shopping. Some of my more fitted clothes were getting way too tight on me. According to my baby book, which I had started to read obsessively, it was just a matter of time before I started wearing maternity clothes full-time, so I went out and bought a brand new wardrobe.

I swam daily and slept a lot. I took my pregnancy vitamins. I stopped drinking coffee and eating sushi. Martha and I took Chloe for daily walks around Central Park.

Jackson texted me when he could. I never texted him first, but I always responded to his texts. He liked to tease me a lot. He often asked me how my day was going or what I was doing. We kept things light. It felt like the natural friendship we had before we slept together.

Jackson:Got a text from Chloe this morning

Me: Really? What did she say?

Jackson: She says that she wants to rethink the whole pink studded dog collar thing

Me: I love that collar!!

Jackson: She only wears it because she knows you like it

Me: I can’t believe this

Jackson: Truth

Jackson:You there?

Me: I am

Jackson: Did you have some of Martha’s pancakes for breakfast?

Me: Granola and yogurt

Jackson: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Me: WTF?

Jackson: Yeah, that is what I just said. You gotta eat some pancakes. For me.

Me: My clothes are already starting to get tight

Jackson: Feed them to the alien, but you gotta have a pancake for me

Me: You sure seem obsessed with those pancakes

Jackson: Best. Pancakes. Of. My. Life.

Jackson:Got another text from Chloe today

Me: Now what did she say?

Jackson: She misses me