49: New Waters

Polly "Kevin Harris, if I have to tie you to the bed so you will rest, so help me I will. And you will be doubly unhappy about it because I will have Goose babysit you." I step inside the house to find my husband cooking dinner. My recovering post transplant surgery husband. He's been home two months and he's bounced back fairly quickly, but I cannot get the man to take it easy. He's always doing the laundry or washing dishes or cooking dinner if I step out of the house. Kevin turns toward us with an innocent expression and Austin wags his whole hand at his daddy. "Daddy, sit on couch!" He fusses very sternly. I hold back the laugh and try to glare at Kevin. He lays the spoon down to walk our direction smiling. "I'm ok. I felt well enough to cook you dinner." "I can't even leave you