"Good," Kate said, glad that Jess had found someone to take on the lion's share of the repairs. It was certainly going to require some sort of community effort to get things back up and running quickly, and it seemed like they were well organized. "I'm glad Robert has competent people working with him. That hasn't always been the case, but I guess I just don't think that, after a point, Robert should have to run quite as hard at that hospital as I know he does sometimes. Hopefully, when you go in, in the morning, he can come home."
"He loves the work, Kate," Michael said. "Speaking of work, I bet he's completely forgotten about that little bloke in Paris that he went to see this morning. He told me it was a six year old little kid that had some sort of stomach bug. I think I know which kid he was talking about. He was a little ginger haired kid with a thick head full of natural curly hair. Entirely too bright for his own good--named Toby. Robert said the little fellow was running a high fever of 40C. Robert worked quite a bit to try to get it down, and he had it down to 38.5. He had intended to go back later to check on him, but he isn't going to get back."
"I suppose Jess or I could go and check him," Nigel said. "If I go, someone will have to go with me to port me there since I don't have one of your fancy portkeys. Besides that, they know Jess, but if you're knackered, Jess, I'll see if someone can take me. With a high fever like that in a little kid, it isn't something we should neglect."
"You could bring him here, but I don't know if its contagious," Kate said. "And we don't need it going through our crew. If it isn't contagious, we should just bring him here temporarily."
"A puking kid. Oh, what fun," Michael said sarcastically.
"Aggie," Abbey said softly, tugging on his shirt, not wanting to interrupt the adult conversation
"What do you need?" he asked quietly.
"If you have your own little girl, you no have time for me no more. Or room," she said, thinking already that these special moments on his lap were going to be all gone forever. He put down his fork and wrapped his arms around her and drew her back against him, where she cuddled into him as if she were especially made to fit against him.
"That is not something you'll ever have to worry about," he told her. "I will always, always make time for you. I might just get a bigger chair so there will be plenty of room. You know how to share, so I'm sure there will be times that you and I get by ourselves and time when we share, but you're good at that, so you can show our little boy or girl how its done. Until the day comes when you're grown enough that you aren't going to want to sit with me anymore." Her head quickly snapped up to look at him in the face, a deep scowl on her face as if had suddenly grown three heads.
"Nuh uh, Aggie! Nope. I never gonna not want to sit wich you. I gonna sit wich you forever."
"What about if your mommy or daddy want you to sit with them? Or Gam or Papa?"
"I do that anyway," she shrugged as if she weren't worried about having to split her time. Kate laughed out loud.
"She's got you dead to rights, Angus," Kate said. "She's right. She does do that as it is. She makes time for it. And I can't imagine who she learned that from" Kate said, hinting that Angus set a lot of good examples for Abbey.
"Aggie," Abbey said, motioning him to lean down so she could whisper in his ear. He listened for a moment and then burst out laughing.
"You need pie, do you?" he laughed. "What kind?"
"All of them!" she nodded.