A very pregnant Aspen opens the front door.
She beams when she sees me, then she readily wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a hug.
"Oh my God! We missed you!" She says pleasantly as she pulls back.
I return her smile.
"You look great. Pregnancy agrees with you."
"I'm not so sure. I'm exhausted half the time, and the kicking drives me nuts when I'm at work. I can't wait for it to be over."
"How many more weeks?"
"Twelve."
"You'll be okay."
"I hope so. Have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet."
"Come with me. I'll make you some. Where's Marcus?"
"Parking the car. Aspen, I really don't want to bother you. I'll take care of myself."
"It's not a bother. Come on. I enjoy cooking."
I drop my bag on a random couch before I follow her to the kitchen. I'm very tired and I really
