A week later Kerry’s phone rang as she was feeding Henry breakfast.

“Eat your cereal, handsome. Mommy will be right back.”

She walked into the living room and grabbed the cordless phone.

“Hello?”

“How good of a friend are you, Dr. Weaver?”

Kerry laughed at Kim’s introduction.

“And good morning to you too, Dr. Legaspi. How’s the unpacking going?

“It sucks, even more than the packing did. I hate trying to figure out where to put things. Want to come over and help?”

Kerry had returned to the kitchen and was pouring herself a second cup of coffee while watching Henry maneuver his spoon around the bowl.

“Well, at the moment I’m watching a really cute guy eat his oatmeal,” Kerry replied as she reached into the refrigerator to grab some milk for her coffee. “I don’t think I can get a sitter for this afternoon. Sorry.”

“Bring him along. I think it’s about time that I meet the man in your life.”

Kerry considered it for a moment and was about to say yes when another thought occurred to her.

“Will Christy be there?”

Kim rolled her eyes, but understood where Kerry was coming from.

“No. Kate was here briefly yesterday, but manual labor has never been her thing. Come on. I’ll even feed you.”

“Are you sure it’s okay that I bring Henry? While his terrible twos aren’t nearly as bad as some, he is a little trying at times.”

“Sounds like his mom,” Kim said with a light chuckle.

“I thought you wanted me to come help you, Kim.” Kerry was laughing herself as she heard Kim start to stumble over an apology. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there. Let me just get my little man cleaned up and change into something more fitting for ‘manual labor’”

“Great. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bring up the right side a little. Okay, that’s better.”

Kim stepped away from the picture she was hanging, admiring the framed print, then turned to face Kerry.

“Hungry?”

“Starved. What are you making?”

“A call for some pizza,” Kim replied noticing Henry sleeping curled up on the corner of the couch, Kerry’s hand on his belly.