When I staggered out of the shower, the smell of bacon and coffee filled the air. After throwing on some clothes, I stumbled down the stairs with wet hair to find Sarah and Susan tripping over each other to cook breakfast as Tom sat at the table reading the Atlanta Journal. We had decided to keep our news to ourselves for now, but I knew Susan thought it would do Sarah good to know she was going to have a grandchild. I wondered if my shock showed. Could Daniels tell something was going on? It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have children. I did. I just wasn’t sure we were ready. We had just gotten to the place where we felt married again. We weren’t even sure where we were going to live, but ready or not . . . When I walked in, Tom looked at his watch, then looked at me. It was late, and evidently they had been up a while. “Can’t really call this breakfast, can we?” “Late night. Long drive back.” His expression and nods said, Yeah, yeah, yeah. “Important investigation,”
