"No, no shots this time," Wesley said with a laugh as Regan shifted so Fred could join them. He was glad that she was a bit better, but before he could ask if there was anything she needed, their daughter was going on about what Fred could be sick with.
Part of him wanted to laugh, just because of the way that Regan was rambling. But part of him prayed that it was none of those things.
Then Fred explained what might be going on, Wesley looking over at him when she did. He hadn't even been able to say the word to himself, scared of the idea that it might not be true, that it might be something else. He didn't want to jinx things.
But at least Regan took it well - even if she was trying to barter for a puppy in the process.
As Regan jumped out of bed, Wesley leaned over and kissed his wife softly before getting out of bed and helping her up. They went downstairs - the one room in the house that was completely unpacked and set up. "What do you want?" he asked, opening the refrigerator. "We can have eggs and toast. Or Oatmeal."
He took the orange juice and strawberry milk out to set on the counter so they could all have something to drink.