It took a few days for the next part of our plan to come to fruition. Work got in the way, even over the weekend. I had to deal with a problem client well into the night on Friday and again most of Saturday. When the next week came, it was more of the same. Knowing Major was home with Ginger made it easier to give in to the demands of my job. It also made me want to get back as quickly as possible. Home. It surely felt more like it with the two of them there.
Bless Major’s heart, when I did return, he always had dinner waiting for me, no matter how late it was.
“I’m going to get fat,” I said, twisting a forkful of spaghetti.
“This is probably healthier than anything you’d grab on the way home…McDonald’s, for instance, should the urge come to grab some McNuggets or to play matchmaker for
