"I was just kidding," Regan muttered before her plate of toast slid away from her and stopped right before it fell over the edge. She crossed her arms and started to pout.
Fred sighed. She knew the past month had been hard on all of them. They had been running nonstop and she could see it was starting to wear on all of them. "Regan. Don't do that. If you're finished with your toast, then throw the rest away and put your plate in the dishwasher. With your hands. Then you go upstairs and get dressed," she said.
"Fine," Regan said. She did as her mother asked and then went up the stairs, making sure she slammed the door behind her.
Fred looked over at Wesley and sighed. "I think she's just tired. She'll get over it," she said before going over to him. She leaned up and softly kissed him. "I love you. And I know things are going to work out. Once I'm finished with the doctor, and we get the house unpacked, we can finally relax."
She knew there was a slight chance she was dying again but Fred refused to think that way. She was going to fight to stay with her family this time.