There was a knock at her back door and she scurried into the kitchen. Vic smiled as he peered in the screened door. Peg stood beside him holding a gaily wrapped box. "Come on in," Darcy called. "I'm so glad you could come." Vic held the door for Peg as she stepped over the threshold and patted her very round stomach. "The little one's decided to cooperate...I think. As much as I want this baby to be born, I didn't want to miss Seth's party." She grinned at her husband. "I've been good all week so I can indulge tonight." "Yep, I've kept her on skim milk and chicken," Vic joked. "So she can have cake, ice cream and a few snacks." Peg blew at the blond bangs on her forehead and rolled her eyes heavenward. "He thinks he's my keeper, my coach, and my conscience. I don't know what to do with him. How would you like to keep him here for me until the baby's born? Then maybe I'd have some peace." Vic gave an exaggerated sigh. "She doesn't appreciate me. And Seth would have something graphic to say if I bunked on Darcy's couch." "I'm sure Seth trusts you implicitly." Peg's lips twitched with amusement.
