Bruce patted his kid on the head. “Hey, Olliver,” he said. “Do you remember Uncle Clark?”
“Cwark!” My nephew didn’t hug me as much as he gave my thigh a very friendly headbutt. “Unca Cwark!”
I picked Olliver up. “Whoah!” I said. “You’re getting big, dude! You were just starting to crawl the last time I saw you.” My nephew giggled and nuzzled my forehead.
“You wanna talk big?!” Catherine said. She pulled out of Michelle’s hug. “What about THIS whopper?”
Holy shit! Going by waist size alone, Michelle was damn near a Tweener. “When did this happen?” I put down my nephew so that I wouldn’t drop him.
“About seven months ago,” Bruce joked. “Ollie’s gonna be a big brother. Did we forget to tell you that?”
“Congrats guys!” I said before giving my sister-in-law a hug. “I don’t remember you being this…THIS…when you were pregnant with Ollie.”
“That’s how pregnancies are.” Irene stepped forward. “That’s how they were with me, anyways. First one sneaks up on you. Second one, I ballooned up right away. That’s how it was for me, anyhow.”