We know how much Jane loves eggs and was built for country life. Please enjoy this simple little oneshot.
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Lisbon was napping peacefully on the couch when Patrick burst into the house. With the baby coming any day, she was feeling like an exhausted whale (her words) all the time.
"Teresa!" he called cheerfully, letting the front door slam behind him.
She woke with a start and a moment later he appeared before her sitting on the edge of the coffee table.
"Look!" There was childlike glee all over his face. He was holding an egg carton and opened it for her like a treasure chest. Inside were twelve eggs, all different colors; brown, speckled, white, blue, green, pinkish. Some were huge and others petite. Some very round, some more slender.
"What am I looking at?" She asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Eggs! The neighbors up the road from our place have chickens!"
He'd been out all day working on the their little home by the pond. Clearly he'd done a bit of local exploration too.
"Jane, did you wake me up to show me eggs?"
His gleeful expression gave way to sheepishness and he closed the carton.
"Sorry" he said with the suppressed chuckle and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'll go make dinner."
"Please don't make eggs." she said after him as he headed for the kitchen.
"But they're different colors!" He called back.
"I'll barf."
Patrick laughed.
"We're getting hens when we move." He said from the kitchen.
"I know." she said and closed her eyes again.