Page 83 of The Do-Over
EPILOGUE
A YEAR LATER: THEA
“I’m home!” Rob called.
“In the kitchen!” Thea called back.
She heard the familiar sounds of him kicking off his loafers and hanging up his jacket. Then he appeared in the kitchen.
“Wow,” he said. “Everyone’s already here.”
Thea laughed. “It’s just Steph and Carlo.”
“Your husband couldn’t make it?” Rob asked Steph.
“He’s childcare this evening,” Steph said. “I needed adult time.”
Thea rested a hand on her belly. “I’ll only be a good source for that for another couple of months,” she pointed out.
“Sooner, probably,” Rob said. “That baby’s itching to come out.”
Thea laughed. “Rob is predicting an early delivery,” she said. “But I think he’ll be late, like Carlo and I both were.”
“Well, you’re in for a great time,” Steph said. “I miss having a baby. It’s much better than having a one-year-old.”
“Aw, you love having a toddler,” Thea teased.
“I love her, but having a toddler is exhausting,” Steph said. “She can walk now. All I do anymore is chase her down, and the moment I turn my back, she takes off on me. It was so much easier when I could just put her in her crib and trust that she’d stay there.”
“Well, I’m just looking forward to being done with this pregnancy,” Thea said. “I’m as big as a house.”
“Do you need anything?” Rob asked solicitously.
Carlo grinned. “It’s nice that you take such good care of my sister.”
“You’d clock me if I didn’t, right?”
“He certainly wouldn’t,” Thea said firmly. “I’m not going to let you sustain another head injury on my watch. Definitely not.”
“It’s been over a year,” Rob reminded her. “All my scans are fine.”
“We still aren’t taking any chances when it comes to head injuries.”
“Yeah, yeah, I understand.” He kissed her temple. “What are we having for dinner?”
“Takeout,” Thea laughed. “You don’t really think I spent the day cooking?”
“Of course not. I meant what kind of takeout.”
“Ah. Korean.” She stepped aside so that he could see the array of boxes on the counter beside the fridge. “You know how I’ve been craving it.”
“Oh, believe me, I know.” He turned to the others. “She orders it three times a week these days.”
“Hey, pregnant lady gets what she wants,” Steph said. She grabbed a plate and started to load it up.
“Pregnant lady wants a recliner,” Thea said, taking her own plate into the living room. “And a foot massage, if I can swing it.”
“Ha,” Carlo said. “You’re in high demand, Rob.”
