We sit down at the little breakfast table in the kitchen to finish our wine and I take a minute to study Donna. She seems in better spirits than she was this morning. I think the day has gone pretty well. There are some family dynamics I don't completely get yet, but overall everyone has been pretty nice. Nothing that makes me want to grab Donna and run back to DC.
"How ya' doin'?" I ask her. She smiles at me.
"61 hours." Oh. She's still counting down? Maybe the day hasn't gone as well for her as I thought. I push back my chair and open my arms.
"C'mere." She smiles brighter, gets up and comes over and sits in my lap. I kiss her softly at first, then a little more insistently. I barely notice when the kitchen door opens.
Julie clears her voice loudly while getting a glass out of the cupboard. As she fills it with water she says-
"I came to see if you guys want to watch a movie with the rest of us, but if you'd rather make out in the kitchen, I'll try to cover for you." She stands there drinking the water. Pretty strict rules if the pregnant lady can't even have a glass of water in the den, I think to myself.
Donna gives me a passionate kiss, while Julie looks on in amusement. Then she stands up and say-
"Sure, we'll join you." As she's leaving the kitchen, she looks back over her shoulder at me and says-
"61 hours."
Oh. I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means.