Little bit of a time jump, here!
"Can you imagine that we've spent the last six weeks working on perfecting all these things only to have the plane that's supposed to transport them be the thing that goes bad?" Happy grumbled, flipping the wrench she was holding up in the air, watching it sail end over end, come to a stop, and then fall back down. She caught it expertly, spinning it in her hand before sending it up again.
"Am I still learning things about your past after almost ten years together?" Toby asked. "Were you by any chance in the marching band?"
"Marching band? Ha!" Happy caught the wrench. "Like I'd be caught dead in spatterdashes."
"I don't know, I think it would be pretty hot."
Happy rolled her eyes, then cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "We can talk about it later."
"Yes, please talk about it later," Cabe said. "Ah," he added when Happy and Toby jumped. "Totally forgot I was here, huh?"
"I stand by my comment that my wife would look attractive in spats." Toby clapped his hands together. "Did you talk to your contact about a solution to our transportation problem?"
"I have," Cabe said. "Possibly. Happy, are you comfortable piloting?"
"What would I be piloting?" Happy asked. "The answer is yes, but I'm curious."
Cabe gave her the details of the plane. "The owner is happy to let us use it for a standard rental fee," he said. "But he isn't able to go along. I said you had your pilot's license – I'm assuming you haven't let it lapse – and that his plane was in more than capable hands."
"You assume correctly," she said. "On both accounts."
"Excellent." Cabe gave her a wink. "Just don't crash us, okay?"
"I don't plan for any more deserted islands to be in our future," Happy said. She flipped the wrench upward again.
Toby grinned. "That's my wife."
"Why are you identifying Happy to us?" Walter asked, entering the garage with Paige behind him.
"Um, more importantly, where is your child?"
"With your children," Paige said pointedly. "At Cabe and Allie's."
"You dropped her off with Allie?"
"She was already there when you brought Tad and Ellie," Paige said. She cocked her head. "You guys…okay?"
"Yes," Happy said. "We were just stressed about the plane situation. But Cabe came through for us."
"What plane situation?" Walter asked.
"The plane you were planning to take out East to this benefactor competition has some severe issues that will take weeks to be fixed," Cabe said.
"Well, that's a problem," Paige said. "We leave end of this week and we need something private to load our..."
Cabe raised his eyebrows at her.
"Oh. Right, you've figured something out." Paige gestured vaguely toward Happy and Toby. "A little slow to connect the dots tonight, I guess. So where are Florence and Sylvester? Or did we already cover that, too?"
"They're coming right from their appointment," Toby said.
Paige frowned. "Wasn't it at three? The twenty – two week checkup isn't supposed to take long."
"It doesn't, usually," Toby said. "At this point unless there's a problem they don't do a whole lot until the end of the trimester."
"I hope nothing's wrong," Paige said. She'd barely gotten the words out when the garage door opened again.
"Sorry we're late," Sylvester said, holding the door for his wife. He looked solemn. Florence greeted them all with a thin smile.
"Is…is everything…" Cabe began.
"Yeah, everything's good. With us, at least," Florence said. She glanced at Sylvester. "The woman before us, uh, well, we don't know, but they had her leave through the back."
"Oh, no," Paige said. "That doesn't sound like a good thing."
"We don't think it was," Sylvester said. "And I feel guilty for this, but I'm trying distract from thinking about what that might have been about to focus on the fact that our little one is doing absolutely wonderful."
"That's all you can do," Toby said. "There's no shame in being happy about things going well."
"And things are?" Walter said. "Just…just to clarify. Things are going well?"
"We are both healthy as a horse," Florence said, running a hand over her belly. "Eating like one, too. And growing like a weed."
"Are you guys finding out the sex?" Cabe asked.
"Nope," Sylvester said. "We want to be surprised. Doc doesn't know either yet. He or she has been very modest in the ultrasounds."
"Just like his or her parents," Florence said with a smirk.
Sylvester lifted a hand.
Toby cocked his head. "Why would you high five that?"
Florence smacked her hand against Sylvester's. "You and Walter high fived some weird sex thing you let your wives do you to last week."
"I'm sorry, you and Walter what?" Paige asked, looking at her husband with her eyebrows up.
Walter shrugged awkwardly. "He brought it up, he offered the high five…I wanted to be agreeable."
"That's probably the attitude that led him to let her try the weird sex thing," Sylvester whispered to Florence, who put a hand over her mouth to mask a laugh.
"I will have to go in the grave to escape you all being like this," Cabe grumbled.
"Sorry, Gallo," Toby said.
"I think the word we're looking for here," Paige said, "is anyway…"
"Anyway," Happy picked up, "if we can get the plane tomorrow, I'll go over it, make sure everything is solid, and then come end of the week we'll be set to go on schedule. I don't know what those motorized seat belts have come up with, but there's no way they're more beneficial to humanity than our projects."
"Motorized seat belts?" Paige asked in a low voice.
"A useless car feature," Sylvester said. "They've been her insult of choice lately."
