“You sure can.”
And then Jamie looked at him suspiciously. “What are you doing here? I thought you were mad at Mom, and Megan.”
“I was, but I’m better now.”
“Were you mad at me too?” Jamie asked with interest, holding the kite by the frame. He looked like a Norman Rockwell painting.
“Never. I was never mad at you. And I’m not mad at anyone now.”
“Good. Can we have breakfast?” Jamie asked his mother.
“In a minute.” And as she said it, there were voices from upstairs and Megan shouted down.
“Who’s down there?”
“I am,” Liz answered. “And Bill and Jamie.”
“Bill the doctor?” She sounded surprised, and Liz could hear other voices, Peter and Rachel and Annie. They had woken the whole house up.
“Bill, the Brute and Moron,” he corrected, and Megan came down the stairs slowly with a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry.” She looked straight at Bill as she said it.
“Me too.” He smiled at her.
“Let’s have breakfast,” Jamie said again.
“I’ll make waffles,” Liz said and stopped to look up at Bill, as they exchanged a smile, and he kissed her again.
“You run a busy house,” he commented, as he followed her into the kitchen.
“Only sometimes. Come by for lunch anytime,” she said, taking out her waffle pan.
“I was thinking of staying,” Bill whispered to her.
“I like that idea,” she said softly, turning to him.
“So do I,” he said, as he picked Jamie up and put him on his shoulders. “I like it a lot in fact.” And with that, he turned slowly toward the doorway and saw Megan smiling at him.
