Oliver rubbed his forehead. "I guess," he said. "I hadn't thought that far ahead."
"April 24th, the big day," Jennifer said.
"Spring," Oliver said.
"I should be able to work until then. I get three months maternity leave."
"Money," Oliver said. "We'll see how the hospital gig works out. Hard to tell."
"Oliver, let's not worry about anything. Let's just enjoy it. God, I'm so glad I'm not at Hilton Head!"
"We've got our own beaches," Oliver said and was immediately sorry as he imagined Francesca walking toward him.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he said.
"It has happened fast," she said sympathetically. "Let me fix you some tea." It wasn't such a bad thing to be fussed over, he thought.