She accepts his napkin and appreciates his patient silence.  No endless words of hope or patronizing proverbs.  Just a silent sharing of pain.  This eased her jagged nerves more than anything he could say.  She blew her nose on the napkin.  She does so with boldness in the act, a defiance of the pain.  A hiding from social etiquette as well.  'But seriously, how does one blow their nose in a lady like manner?' her minds yells to her mother's words about behaving like a lady, the dialogue that ran through her head almost always.  She swallows hard a few times, mustering the courage to confess.<br/><br/>"I was waiting to tell him..."  She looks up at John, her amber eyes rimmed with dew as more tips broke free to slide down her olive cheeks.  "I wasn't hiding it, I just wanted to make it a special night...."  She slumps back in her chair.  Gwin's hands move to her stomach.  She still has not said the words aloud yet.  Not to John.  Not to her ex.  Not to herself.