"You must get over this business of falling down before the baby gets too big."
She laughed and thanked him, then put her own bag in the overhead--without needing help, thank you--and took her seat.
On the one hand, it was sad flying without her husband beside her.
On the other hand, it was wonderful to be flying home to him.
He met her at the airport and gathered her into a huge hug. His arms were so long. Had they grown in the few days since he left her?
She refused to think about that.
"I hear you saved the world," she said to him when the embrace finally ended.
"Don't believe those rumors."
"My hero," she said.
"I'd rather be your lover," he whispered.
"My giant," she whispered back.
In answer, he embraced her again, and then leaned back, lifting her off her feet. She laughed as he whirled her around like a child.
The way her father had done when she was little.
The way he would never do with their children.
"Why are you crying?" he asked her.
"It's just tears in my eyes," she said. "It's not crying. You've seen crying, and this isn't it. These are happy-to-see-you tears."
"You're just happy to be in a place where trees grow without waiting around to be planted and irrigated."
They walked out of the airport a few minutes later and he was right, she was happy to be out of the desert. In the years they had lived in Ribeirao she had discovered an affinity for lush places. She needed the Earth to be alive around her, everything green, all that photosynthesis going on in public, without a speck of modesty. Things that ate sunlight and drank rain. "It's good to be home," she said.
"Now I'm home, too," said Bean.
"You were here already," she said.
"But you weren't, till now."
She sighed and clung to him a little.
They took the first cab.
They went to the Hegemony compound, of course, but instead of going to their house--if, indeed, it was their house, since they had given it up when they resigned from the Hegemon's service that day back in the Philippines--Bean took her right to the Hegemon's office.
Peter was waiting there for her, along with Graff and the Wiggins. There were hugs that became kisses and handshakes that became hugs.
Peter told all about what happened up in space. Then they made Petra tell about Damascus, though she protested that it was nothing at all, just a city happy with victory.
"The war's not over yet," said Peter.
"They're full of Muslim unity," said Petra.
"Next thing you know," said Graff, "the Christians and Jews will get back together. The only thing standing between them, after all, is that business with Jesus."
"It's a good thing," said Theresa, "to have a little less division in the world."