Despite being unable to go anywhere, Noah still found a workout for us to do Saturday morning. We did a hiit workout in the garage with the twins. Hiit stands for high-intensity interval training. It sounded scary at first but was comparable to what I've done before. When we finished, the twins left us to go to the backyard and do some pitcher-specific work.
"Mom, are you cooking lunch..?" Noah asked as we stood in the doorway of the kitchen. On Saturdays, it was normal for her and dad to be gone all day, showing homes to their clients. Today was an exception, of course.
Mom looked up after putting a pan in the oven. "Yes. I think Jeremy can use a home-cooked meal today."
"Is he coming back yet?" I asked.
She nodded. "Zeke just called me to let me know that they're on their way."
"How is he?" I felt stiff. It couldn't be easy for him to see her.