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they both sighed in relief.
    Harold still looked as if he was going to have a coronary, cry, and faint simultaneously.
    "Oh, thank God," he sighed again, clutching his chest in relief.
    "Let's get you into the house, Munchkin." David offered to take her other arm while Harold recovered from his near heart attack.
    "Thank you, Dad. Harold, do you need some water or something?" Grace asked as her fiancé regained his composure.
    Harold smiled at her and waved his hand before he bent over and placed it on his knee.
    "I'm good now, thanks."
    The four of them laughed, and Grace took special pleasure in hearing her mother's hearty chuckle.
    "How about something to eat, Mom?" Grace said this with such pleasure that she felt as if her face might split from the smile spread across it.
    "Cheeseburger?"
    "Add bacon and you have got a deal."
    "Coming right up!"

4
    G race stood in front of the mirror with her tight t-shirt pulled up over her growing belly. She was just over five months along and had begun to show. Most of the time now, she looked as though she were trying to smuggle half a soccer ball under her shirt.
    Kayla had insisted on going to every single appointment with her, making sure that she ate right, and getting all of her vitamins together every morning. She had insisted that Grace move back into the house during her pregnancy. It was actually starting to make Grace a little bit uncomfortable, because Kayla had even begun to exclude Harold from some of these activities. It was a difficult situation, because on one hand, Grace was still so thrilled to have her mom back, but on the other hand, it was getting to be a bit of a strain between her and Harry.
    Grace decided that she would have a talk with Kayla later that day. It would be hard, but Kayla would understand that she needed space. She stood admiring the little bump that meant her baby was growing healthy inside of her.
    "Getting bigger every day," Kayla said, from the doorway, causing Grace to nearly jump directly out of her skin.
    "Yeah, big as a house," Grace replied, suddenly embarrassed as she pulled her shirt down.
    "Don't be silly. My second pregnancy, I looked like a hot air balloon."
    "Second pregnancy?" Grace asked, confused.
    "No, silly. I did not say second. This little one must be confusing your senses," Kayla replied, smiling and rubbing Grace's tummy.
    "You said second. I'm sure of it."
    "Are you saying that I'm lying?" Kayla asked her, looking hurt and angry.
    "No, Mom. I just meant I could have sworn you said it. My ears just aren't working right, I guess," Grace laughed uneasily.
    She knew full well what she had heard, and she was getting tired of everyone telling her that she was wrong about everything because she was pregnant. Being pregnant made her a little emotional and sometimes forgetful, but it did not make her stupid.
    "I have your breakfast and your vitamins ready downstairs, Munchkin. Don't dawdle, now. It's important for you to get a good meal."
    "I'll be down in just a minute."
    "You will be down now ," Kayla snapped at her, suddenly. "I am working very hard to take care of you, and you need to be a little more appreciative, young lady."
    "Um, okay. I'll come down now then. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," Grace said, stunned at the flip in her mom's attitude.
    "That's better," Kayla snorted as she started down the hall toward the stairs.
    Grace followed, not wanting to disobey, but she had a strong feeling of unease. She ran through all the possibilities in her head. Was Kayla "breaking down" after being back from the dead for three months? Was her mind going from some traumatic event during the time she was dead? She decided that the best thing to do was to wait it out and see what happened in the coming months. Maybe it was just nervousness about the pregnancy. Maybe everyone was right about her and pregnancy was screwing around with her head. She felt so confused.
    She walked out of the room and smelled the biscuits fresh