"Hello!" My husband flinched. Then he groaned.
"You don't just walk into the house of an Inspector of Scotland Yard without knocking, Kristina! Especially not when someone's been shooting at him the night before!" He shouted as he got up from the kitchen table.
"I do!" Came the reply.
Giles sighed, and I found myself stifling a giggle.
"You do." He agreed. "That doesn't mean you should!" He was grinning, though, as we went to welcome her.
"I'm family. I'm staying until the baby comes. Why knock?" Giles' sister was standing in the doorway, a huge smile on her face.
Giles submitted himself to his sister's enthusiastic greeting with an air of fond tolerance. Kristina pulled him into an affectionate hug and kissed him on the forehead, the patted him on the head before turning her attention to me.
"You look radiant, Elisabeth!" She pulled me into a hug as well, and kissed me on the cheek. The first, and last, time I had seen the woman had been at our wedding, but with Kristina, you felt as if you had always known her. Her husband, Joey, was the same way. They were two of the friendliest people I had ever met.
"Thank you for coming." Giles murmured as he brought her luggage in. "I have to confess it eases my mind considerably."
Kristina laughed. "Any excuse to see family." She joked. "It's been too long since we've seen each other, Giles."
"How is Joey taking your absence?" My husband inquired.
"He was thinking about moping at first, but decided he was willing to sacrifice for the greater good, you know." Kristina repled.
"Greater good." Giles snorted. "Well, come on, and I'll show you to your room."
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