"You'll have to roll me around in a cart by Labor Day," She sighed, not missing the glance down at her stomach.
They'd be overflowing in newborns by Christmas. Hers and Tom's, Jake and Suni's, JR and Elyssa's, Sarah's. She half wondered if Sookie, Rachel and Juliet were going to add to her growing total of grandchildren (again, in Rachel's case) too. "Suni told me the two of you are going to be parents, congratulations." She was genuinely happy for them, if frustrated at what the idiot father had gone and done. It was hard enough with two able bodied adults, let alone one in a wheelchair.