Will stopped in front of the neatly stacked and packed stall out the front of the grocers. He placed several and various kinds of fruit into a plastic bag. He was running an urgent errand for his lately demanding and very pregnant wife.
Eliza had been really indecisive as to just exactly what she felt like eating so all she did was ask him to pick up some 'something healthy' on his way to drop Charlotte off at school.
"Anything specific?" he asked her on his way out the front door, which was probably a mistake.
"No! Whatever! Anything will do! As long as it's fruit of some kind!" She snapped at him from the kitchen. And just before he closed the front door she yelled out a, "Thank you darling!"
He tried to forgive her for her mood swings and snappiness, and not take it to heart. He knew it had a lot to do with her hormones at the moment and the fact that, well, this was their fourth child.