Doctor Webb said that they were being cautious.
Pilar said they were just trying to up the bill that former Captain Catalano would have to pay.
Harmony didn’t mind that they wanted to keep Crois longer.
Better safe than sorry.
She’d come within sight of losing Crois forever and she never wanted to feel like that again.
While he’d recovered in his apartment, their lives had undergone another change.
Crois’ Mama had arrived from Louisiana.
To say that Harmony had been nervous about meeting his mother was a huge understatement.
She had been terrified.
But from the moment that Harmony opened the door to let his mother in, she’d been surrounded by love.
Marie Catherine St, Cyr had brought her youngest child with her.
Another daughteras Crois had groaned to Harmony later that night.
He didn’t really mean it, he loved all of his sisters.
Sabine and Marie Catherine had come to help and between Harmony and Crois’ mother they had things well in hand.
A month later when Crois was close to finishing his rehab, Harmony found herself pondering the changes in her life while Marie made the finishing touches on the last meal they would all share together in the apartment.
Crois lifted their joined hands to his mouth for a slow and tender kiss. “What are you thinking about?”
She smiled up at him and then looked at Sabine who was studiously coloring in a book on the other side of their little square dining table.
“I’m going to miss your family.”
“If you want more family…” Crois turned her hand slightly and lightly bit down on the tip of her finger. “We can make more.”
“Saint!”
Harmony heard his mother chuckle softly from the stove. “Don’t tease her,mon coeur.”
Harmony turned toward Marie and smiled at her.
The two had had many conversations over the month that they’d lived in Center City and where Harmony couldn’t remember the last time… or ever that she’d had a conversation with her mother.
Marie had taken Harmony under her wing, making this upcoming separation all the more poignant than Harmony had ever expected.
Marie brought the pot over to the table, speaking softly to her daughter. “Time to wash up, Sabine.”
Crois got up from his seat and ushered Sabine to the bathroom to wash up for dinner.
Harmony got up to help place the potholder under the pot on the table.
She looked into the pot and smiled. “Fricot?”
Marie smiled back, almost beaming. “You know what it is, honey.”
Harmony loved the warmth in Marie’s tone.
