He sobered. “Will you be able to come to the wedding?” He blushed when she smiled at him. “Oh, I know it’s just a service conducted by a Unitarian minister, with the reception to follow, but as far as I’m concerned, Theo and I are getting married.”
I cupped his cheeks in my palms and kissed him. “I love you,” I whispered against his lips, and he leaned his forehead against mine.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Hmm?”
“Wills. Why wouldn’t I be able to come to the wedding?”
“Two weeks before, two weeks after?”
“Huh?” I blinked. What was he talking about?
“A baby can be born two weeks before his due date or two weeks after.”
“Well, John Robert was late.”
“And Marti was right on schedule. If you’re going in that direction…”
“I’ll be fine, Wills.”
“We can have the wedding in Cambridge, babe,” I suggested.
Wills looked thoughtful. “We could have it either at the Canoe Club Ballroom in West Bridgewater, or else the Charles Hotel here in Cambridge. Theo, would you mind?”