That brought even more raucous responses.
“God, you people are sick!”
“But you love us anyway!” Harry shouted.
“Yes, I do. But no, we’re not taking my siblings to Key West. We’re going to John T. Mather.”
“The hospital?” Harry wasn’t laughing anymore. Brynn held onto his arm.
“Yes. Jill’s been taken there. A little while ago she had her baby.” He looked around, and when he saw his Uncle Pete, he gave him a thumbs up. Pete had been thrilled to learn this little boy was going to be named after him. “They’re fine,” Wills said for the third time. “We’re going to see them. The hall has been rented until midnight, so Theo and I would like you all to stay and enjoy the music and the Venetian hour.”
“Guess what? I think you could have held your breath.” The room emptied out as everyone went for their cars. “Is this what we can expect with our son, Wills?”
“You bet. It’ll be an adventure, babe.”