I stare at the phone for a few more seconds until I shake my head. “Screw it.”
I open Harper’s contact and press the message button. Trying not to overthink it, I keep it simple.
Ryan: Hey. How are things going?
The “delivered” notification changes to “read,” so I wait to see if she replies. Less than a minute later, my phone lights up with her message.
Harper: Just spending time with my family. How about you? Did your training go well?
Ryan: My coach gave me crap because I was distracted, but I can’t exactly blame him.
Harper: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.
Ryan: It’s not your fault. None of this is.
Harper: I’m the one who brought this to your door.
Ryan: Exactly like you should have. This is our responsibility, not yours, remember?
She clearly feels guilty about this, something I don’t want her to feel. But I’m not sure I can fix that, especially via text. For now, changing the topic might be my best bet, so I send another text before she can reply.
Ryan: Where would you like to go for breakfast? Do you have any preference?
Harper: Anywhere is fine. I’m pretty easy when it comes to food.
I think about my favorite breakfast places and what they serve until a thought pops into my head.
Ryan: Is there anything you’re not allowed to eat during pregnancy?
Man, I really know nothing about pregnancies. I should probably order some books, or at the very least do a thorough Google search.
Harper: Crap. Good question. One sec.
I chuckle at her answer. At least I’m not the only one who has to do some research. Before I have a chance to search for anything, Harper sends a screenshot with a list of foods to avoid when pregnant.
Some types of cheese, raw and undercooked meats and eggs, some types of fish, not a lot of caffeine, nothing unpasteurized, and a few other random things. Not as bad as I expected.
Harper: I might shed a tear or two over not being able to eat brie, runny eggs, or cookie dough for a while, but other than that, it’s not as bad as I expected.
Ryan: Sorry. I know how hard it is to have a restricted diet.
Harper: This is about the baby, so I’ll try and be on my best behavior.
Ryan: Do you like pancakes?
Harper: Who doesn’t?
Ryan: Good question. Lol. Pancakes it is then. Want me to pick you up?
Harper: I can meet you there if that works for you. Want to text me the address and time?
I copy the address from the browser and send it to her.
Ryan: How about nine?
Harper: Sounds perfect.
Ryan: Have a good night, Harper.