The first thing I noticed when we arrived back from France was mom's sculpture garden.
"How long has that ice sculpture been there, mom? It doesn't look like it's melting?"
Mom was ecstatic. "It's been there for two weeks now! I think I finally figured it out! I just knew there had to be a way."
The second thing was my queasy stomach. Now, I just never get sick. Why, once I ate a whole bowl of bad mac and cheese that made everyone else sick, but it never phased me. So this was a totally new and unsettling experience for me.
Not long after, I had a big announcement for Lane when he arrived home from work. I wondered how he would take it, since we had been married such a short time.
"Guess what sweetie. You're gonna be a daddy!"
"That's wonderful! I can't wait!"
I think he was even more excited that I was.
"I think we should celebrate. Come on!" I grabbed his hand and started up the stairs to our room. He grinned and followed. He knows by now how I like to celebrate.
Lane is so funny, playing peekaboo with my tummy. I agreed to stop working at my bench for now, which doesn't really bother me because I can't think of anything else to invent, anyway. My mind is too full of the new life growing inside me.
I refuse to give up my bike though. Lane and I still love to go out riding together.
And I've been spending a lot of time with my miner. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that is buried in our backyard. It makes me wonder what used to be here ages ago.
Mom, of course, is thrilled beyond words to be having grandchild number three.
"You look ready to pop any minute, Livie!"
Sure enough, late that night I felt the first contractions. Even though Lane is trained to be calm under emergency circumstances, all his training flew right out the window as soon as I yelped in pain. I had to remind him to grab my bag, and help me out to the car.
Early next morning, we left the hospital with our new bundle of joy, baby Renoit, named for the first grapevine my grandpa Gustave grew here in Riverview. We call him Ren for short.
Right from the beginning, he and his daddy were inseparable.
Whenever Lane was home, he had Ren in his arms, and Ren would laugh and giggle as Lane tossed him in the air.
The other man in the house who finds Ren irresistible is none other than my little bro Lance. He comes home from school, and the first thing he does is head for the nursery and catch some snuggles before starting on his homework.
Speaking of Lance, he's been getting all hot and heavy with this girl in his logic class. Her name is Darla Quintero, and she must be some kind of shoe-string relative due to the hair, but no one can figure out quite how.
She sleeps over as often as not, but mom and dad do not seem to care. I'm just glad my little bro is happy.
Now that I'm not pregnant, I'm back at my workbench. I've been thinking about my mom's ghost stories, and been trying to figure out how to make the ghosts she sees visible to me. This isn't quite what I was aiming for, but its a good start. I call it a banisher.
I put an ad in the paper: 'Hauntings, Poltergeists, Odd Happenings? Call Olivia Greenbow for all your supernatural needs!'
No one thought I'd get any customers, but I showed them. The very next day I got a call to help someone who thought their house was haunted. My banisher worked perfectly to capture the wayward spirits.
Ren grew so quickly. What a sweetheart, and he and his daddy were still inseparable.
I made him a toy dog just like the one I had made Lance when he was a baby, and Ren thought it was great.
But his favorite game was playing logic blocks with his daddy.
The time seemed to fly by, and before we knew it, it was Ren's birthday. Lane's was so close, we decided to have a joint party, and invited the whole family. Grandma took him to the cake, and he was just so adorable as he blew out his candles.
Ren's cousin Antwan was there with his mom, my sis Lara. Ren and Antwan seemed to hit it off immediately.
Will Lessen brought one of his dad's famous guitars, and even played for us a bit. He has such talent, I wondered why he chose to go into the spy business instead of following in his dad's footsteps. He announced he and his girlfriend are expecting, so we are all excited for them.
Then it was Lane's turn to blow out his candles. It was all I could do not to drag him upstairs to celebrate right then and there in the middle of the party, but I managed to hold off until the last guest left.
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