She brushed off her hands and listened to him,<span style="font-weight: bold">"It's perfectly fine for sharing this with me."</span>She said wishing her hands before taking all the pans she used to clean them. Though she leaned against the counter relaxing for a moment, baking kept her mind off being 9 months pregnant and alone. When he asked her if she was okay she blinked a few times. If he looked closely her eyes lost the shimmer in them.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Me?"</span>She asked and turned around facing the  sink her back to him. She turned on the water and looked down at her belly as the baby kicked.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Fine....just preparing for the...holiday."</span>She said gripping the sink containing her emotions. The emotions where washing over her and she didn't like to show her emotions to anyone let alone a person she just met. After a moment or two she nodded,<span style="font-weight: bold">"Yup...I'm just getting ready."</span>She said scrubbing all the bowls and pans and putting them on the side of the counter over the towels  to drip dry. Once she was done she smiled and looked at him taking out a bottle of water and offered it to him.<br/><br/>Once he took it...if he did she waved him over to the Christmas tree and smiled sitting down.<span style="font-weight: bold">"The cookies are for the hospital , the homeless shelter, the orphanage and for you and your daughter. Something to make the people and children smile just a little."</span>She said taking a sip of her water. Though one thing he said make her look at him.<span style="font-weight: bold">"If I may ask, why did you say mad women means pain?"</span>She asked taking another sip of her water.