He smiled at the image of Alice being at her nine month of pregnancy, for she wasn't as huge when she had been pregnant with Neville despite her complaints. Actually, she had been twice as beautiful if such a thing were possible.
"That and twice as irritable," Frank teased softly. "Maybe you'll have to take up flower arranging again," he said, smiling at his wife.
His anxiety had lessened now that Alice was near and Frank felt it was time to meet his son. "Is Neville still wanting to meet his father?"