"Mark?" Darcy yelled from their bedroom, shifting a box off their bed and placing it down on the floor. "Where's my phone?"
Dammit, he hadn’t heard her. Debating on calling for him again, she turned and sat down heavily on the bed, looking at the mess she had created in the last half hour or so. She had just about had everything she had pulled out of the largest box put away when she had realized she had work in an hour and needed to call in to say she wouldn't be able to make it in. Mark had insisted on her taking some time off today to rest because she looked like she had just come out of a horror movie, or something along those lines. This morning sickness was kicking her butt, though Mark thought she was still battling some sort of virus. She had had to talk him out of taking her to t
