Her pregnancy had been a textbook series of trimesters that had everyone confident of a smooth delivery.
EZ noticed a slight frown on her husband’s generous mouth. She used her sweetest southern drawl as she asked, “Honey, what’s wrong? You were smiling one minute, now you seem unhappy.”
Quip sighed and complained, “Everyone congratulates you because you’re expecting a bundle of joy, but no one has come up to me offering a high five and ‘Hey, well done!’”
EZ, quite familiar with Quip’s irrelevance, rested her head in her hand while staring directly at Quip. A few moments later she smirked and offered, “Honey, they all can see that I have one in the hanger. Pending getting this one on the runway, no one can be sure that offering you a ‘well done’ is appropriate until they see it’s your offspring.”
Quip, startled at the perspective she offered, protested, “But I’m the only one servicing that hanger! Uh…right?”
Chuckling, EZ replied, “Made you think! Of course, honey. You’re my man. It’s not often I get to pull you up short.”
Quip smiled and moved over to her side of the couch to nuzzle on her.
EZ queried, “Quip, honey, you’re not disappointed that Petra and Jacob delivered their next generation members before us, are you?”
“Of course not! John Wolfgang is an excellent addition. I couldn’t be more proud of him or his parents.
“Think of it like this. I’ll get to teach him about all the dumb stuff I did as a kid, and they’ll have to deal with it! Har! Har! I can’t wait to see their faces when I show him how to…”
EZ leveled a withering glare at her mischievous husband, who then shifted his comment content on the fly. “…what I mean to say is that we should build our own home school at the data center. Then we can install the right moral virtues of our family business from the get-go. They will be model students who will learn the proper path. And we will provide the continuing education of Juan Jr. and Gracie.”
EZ’s stare softened as she soothed, “Better. Honey, let’s get this discussion on the proper path, shall we? After we get Granger on the runway, we are going to install another back in the hanger. Are we clear?”
Quip’s eyes shifted back and forth as he contemplated her statement before offering, “Babe, I’m willing to accept this dangerous but exciting mission. I must warn you, I’m a slow learner. I will require a lot of practice. Are we clear?”
EZ broke into a broad grin as she replied, “My darling, if practice is what you are going to need, then let’s set up a schedule. By that, I mean right now.”
Quip grinned, “Yes, sweetheart.”
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