Mark, Juraens, and Sara came out of the sleeping chamber and headed straight for the kitchen. “Mommie, you’re smiling!” Michael’s face lit up like a beacon. He ran over to Mark and Juraens and gave them each a big hug. “Poppie and Zadda, you did it, you made my mommie happy again. I love you.”
For the second time that morning Mark and Juraens were down on their knees. They hugged their new son fiercely.
The Concierge intoned, “Senator Johnson is on his way down the corridor.”
“Thank you, Concierge,” Juraens went back to the sleeping chamber and came out with two T-shirts. “Are you cold, my Pa Sur? Can I get you a heavier robe?”
“No, Darling, I’m fine. Once we eat I’ll put on my jeans and a shirt after my shower. Come to think of it, the shower is very large…” She left the sentence hang
