“Can my parents be there at the birth?” he said. “They really want to.”
She thought about it. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her in-laws. Gertrude was kind and always helpful. As a veterinarian, Bob might have some advice to offer, and he was good with his hands. He had converted the garage into an exhibit of his cuckoo clock collection so that all of them announced his daily homecoming to Gertrude on the kitchen live feed. But in the room? On the other hand, she thought, they were there at the conception, so why not?
“Sure!” she said.