“Good morning.” Anne kissed his cheek. “Sit down and I’ll get your coffee for you. The oatmeal is almost done. Melanie is having hers with brown sugar.”
“Hi, Poppy. Do you want to play ‘opoly again today?”
“We’ll see. You beat Poppy pretty darn quickly last night. Maybe you could teach me more about the game.”
“Sure. I can teach you everything my daddy showed me.” She slid off her chair and gave him a big hug.
Anne watched as Pop’s eyes sparkled and his face lit up when the little girl hugged him. She couldn’t wait to see his eyes when they told him about the baby.
“Oh Anne, I forgot to tell you, I invited Nancy over for dinner tomorrow. I told her you would make my favorite, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I hope that was okay. You know it’s just her at the house now, and I imagine it gets lonely. Nothing like having family around to cheer you up.”
“I’ll have to go to the store today to get everything I need. I can make a cake, too, if you want.” She glanced over at Kyle, who was standing there chewing on his bottom lip. “Honey, is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I’m just surprised my mom agreed to come. She doesn’t usually like to go out in the evening.”
“I asked her and she said sure. Actually, I think her exact words were ‘Walter, I would love to come for dinner with my new family.’ Sort of surprised me. But family is family.”
“I’m glad you invited her over.” Anne glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. He seemed to be enjoying the new family dynamics and it made her very happy.
Pop stirred his oatmeal. “Why wouldn’t I? You know your gram would have, too.” He laughed. “She didn’t know a stranger. I swear that woman could become friends with anyone.”
“I know, and it seems like some ...
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...st open doors.” He flung the covers back and swung his legs off the bed. “Come on, sleepyhead. She must want breakfast. I’ll remind her of the rules.” He chuckled. “Kids.”
“It’s okay. Really.” Anne all but rolled off the bed, feeling awkward in her advanced pregnant state.
“Right now it might be, but I don’t want her walking in on anything after this little man is born, if you get what I mean.”
“Kyle! Shh.” She giggled and felt the heat cover her face. Good lord, they had been married long enough to have a baby, and he could still make her blush talking that way.
He helped her up, slid the robe over her arms, turned her, and loosely tied the belt around her tummy before pulling her in for a quick kiss.
“Let’s go before they are both busting in wanting breakfast.” When they walked into the kitchen, Melanie was sitting with her head down and her lower lip pushed out.
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