“Bull took care of that asshole on the Rams. He should get credit for our touchdown,” Griff said, pulling the zipper down on his jacket.
“Jo! Are you okay?” Pete rushed into the room and embraced his wife.
“I’m fine.”
“I was so worried when you said you were leaving. I was afraid I’d have to meet you at the hospital.”
Jo smiled, shyly.
Lauren grabbed Griff’s arm and led him from the room. “Come on, Griff. Give the newlyweds a few minutes.”
“I’m starved,” he mumbled, as his wife led him away.
“I’ve got lamb stew ready for you.”
When the Montgomerys left, Jo sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. Pete sank down, his lips compressed into a frown, his forehead furrowed.
“What is it? I can take it.”
Jo beamed up at him. “I’m pregnant.”
“You’re what?” Pete shook his hea
