“You okay, old man?”

“Ask me that question tomorrow.” He smiles then asks, “Where’s Franny?”

“Inside, she needed to put her feet up.”

“She needs to take it easy.”

“You can try to have that conversation with her. You know how stubborn she is.”

“She takes after her mother in that way,” he mutters, then looks around. “Speaking of her mother, have you seen her?”

“Not since we arrived.” I put down Chance when Jenny asks him to go down the slide with her and Rowen.

“Alright.” He mutters, patting my arm. “I’m going to see if I can track her down.”

“Sure.” I look over at Tucker. “Can you keep an eye on the kids for a few minutes? I’m going to take some lemonade to Franny.”

“Yeah, man.” He turns his attention to the slide when the kids start to shout.

“Be right back.” I head to the bar, get Franny’s lemonade, and head back to the house. When I get inside, I stop at the edge of the living room and watch my wife as she seems to hold her breath like she’s in pain while Miranda and Willow talk to her.

“I swear to God this woman is going to be the death of me.” Walking across the carpet, I squat down in front of her. “Are you having contractions, Francisca?”

“No, I already told you that I’m not.” She takes the lemonade from me.

“I know you said you’re not, but I just watched you hold your breath.”

“You’re being paranoid.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Where is Chance?”

“He’s at the bounce house with Tucker and the kids. Don’t change the subject.”

“It’s cake time,” Betsy sings as she comes into the living room with Barrett right behind her. “Are you guys ready?”

“Saved by the cake.” Franny hands Miranda her drink and holds her hand out to me. “Help me up, please.”

With a sigh, I help her up then take her hand so that we can follow her mother out of the house.