"
"It wasn't bad . . . I like the ferries, but they get to be a pain."
"I think we should stay right here until the baby is born," Jennifer
said.
"Uh, yeah." Doing anything else had never crossed Oliver's mind.
"But, afterwards, I think we should be looking for a place with more
room--don't you?"
Oliver rubbed his forehead. "I guess," he said. "I hadn't thought that
far ahead."
"April 24th, the big day," Jennifer said.
"Spring," Oliver said.
"I should be able to work until then. I get three months maternity
leave."
"Money," Oliver said. "We'll see how the hospital gig works out. Hard
to tell."
"Oliver, let's not worry about anything. Let's just enjoy it. God, I'm
so glad I'm not at Hilton Head!"
"We've got our own beaches," Oliver said and was immediately sorry as
he imagined Francesca walking toward him.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he said.
"It _has_ happened fast," she said sympathetically. "Let me fix you
some tea." It wasn't such a bad thing to be fussed over, he thought.
They stayed around the apartment most of the weekend. On Sunday
morning, Oliver woke up before Jennifer. It was snowing lightly.
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