"Here we are Mrs Sanders. Let me take your bags" Nick opened the car door and allowed his passenger to get out. It had taken only a few minutes to get to the airport, find Greg's mother and get back to the apartment. Now his friend would have the care he needed. There is nothing like having your mom look after you.
"Thank you Nick, that's very kind" the middle aged woman spoke with a slight foreign accent that Nick knew to be Norwegian. He'd had no trouble finding her at the airport; Greg was almost the spitting image of his mother.
Greg heard the car pull up outside. Moving slowly he crossed to the front door and opened it just as his mother reached the top of the steps "Hi mamma" he spoke quietly
"Sweetheart. Goodness, look at you, so big. Give us a squadge" she wrapped him instantly in a hug.
Greg groaned "Careful" he warned pulling away slightly.
"Of course, did I hurt you?" she asked concerned.
He shook his head "No, I'm just still feeling a little delicate that's all"
"Of course you are, come on inside and sit down then we can see what is what"
Nick quietly stashed the suitcase inside the front door and waved goodbye, he'd leave them to catch up.
The week passed quickly and Greg found that it did him a world of good, he was soon back to his usual bouncy self and when it was time to go back to work he entered the building with a smile on his face and purpose in his stride.
"Hey how are you feeling now?" Catherine greeted seeing Greg wander in with a bounciness that she hadn't seen for a while.
"I'm great. A week off with my mamma looking after me was just what the doctor ordered" he smiled back, resting his hand on his tummy in a protective manner.
"You look bigger" the older woman said gently.
Greg smiled "Too much food and not enough exercise I'm afraid but who cares. I'll worry about losing weight once the babies are here." Catherine smiled, perhaps not the healthiest attitude but at least he was feeling better.