“How many bags does that make?” Jason asked even as he stared down at the massive amount of empty plastic Easter eggs that needed to be filled for the Fire Department’s annual Easter egg hunt.
“Thirty-five bags,” Jodi, his cousin by marriage, mumbled from where she lay, curled up on the couch across from him with her hand resting on the large swell of her stomach.
“That’s what you said an hour ago,” Danny said, glaring down at his wife even as he reached over and covered her hand with his own.
“It would probably be easier to figure out how many bags are left,” Zoe pointed out from the other side of the room where she was playing with Darrin and Marybeth’s triplets.
“Probably,” Haley agreed absently from where she sat next to him, grading papers and absently devouring another large bowl of grapes.