Avery took a sip of soup. It was delicious.

Shea was the one who made it, and that meant more to Avery than how the soup tasted.

Avery had been the one to operate on Shea, and she had never expected Shea to make such an extensive recovery.

"The fish chowder is pretty good, Elliot. You should give it a try," Avery said.

Elliot walked over to the table and poured himself a bowl of soup.

He took a sip. The chowder was light and not oily. It indeed tasted good.

His eyes landed on Shea.

She had improved significantly since spending time with Wesley.

Perhaps he should let her try out the things she wanted to do, including learning to drive.

Meanwhile, at Starry River Villa, Mike had taken a few days off work.

He could not get rid of Avery's pain from childbirth, but he could look after the house for her.

During the day, while the kids were at school, he worked at home.

Chad came over for lunch at noon.

"Let's go see Avery at the hospital after we eat!" he suggested.

"Sure. El