We spend the next several minutes talking about the babies and their health and what I’m supposed to do over the next few weeks, which mostly ends up being Megan telling us what she thinks I should do based on her own experiences with her pregnancies. Finally Chase suggests that we should leave the medical advice to the doctors, and she gets huffy and says she should go and check on Pop then since no one else is looking after him at the moment and at least there her advice is wanted.
"Tolerated," Chase corrects.
Her eyes narrow, but before she can explode, I bring her in for another hug. "I want your advice, Megan. All of it. Not today, maybe, but I’m coming to you for everything."
"I’m glad you were into my brother," she says when she pulls away, her eyes glossy. "Or rather, I’m glad you let my brother be into you."
"Alrighty then!" Chase pushes her not so gently toward the doors. "See ya later, sis."