"Yes, we can leave singing off your agenda for this week. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future," she said. "I wouldn't even blame him if he made a fuss. It's his right, you know as your husband, so you really can't say anything."
Savannah snorted. "People say that you need to stop talking to breathe. It's not true. You can do all sorts of things while you talk, especially when talking to me. I give you plenty of chances to catch up with food."
She looked at him an sighed. "Fine is relative, but okay I won't push." She nodded. "Yes, there are. There's everything under the sun, but I really mean it when I say people know their bodies. I know as a cheerleader, we could tell when doctors couldn't. You narrowed it down right after your power showed up and you mentioned how hard training is, maybe you should start there considering that you won't get a check up." She squeezed his hand. "I know you don't believe in God, but you'll be fine. You have to be; you have to meet your grandchildren. I want two girls and a boy, at least two year apart, so you'll have to be around for a while. Now, eat, or this will still be here when we have dinner."