"Where are you going?" Olivia sprang up from the bed. It was almost one in the afternoon, and she was laying on the bed for a power nap with Maxen.
"Emily sent a message. She said I need to meet her in Cultural Center." He dipped for a kiss, tipping her chin up to meet her lips.
"I want to go with you," Olivia protested, kicking the duvet off her legs.
Maxen scratched the skin above his eyebrows. He knew how stubborn his wife could get and he was not up for an argument at the moment.
If Maxen would tell her to rest some more, she would rebut with getting a clearance with her doctor.
If he would agree to that and they called Aila Zhang in, she would threaten the doctor to sign her discharge papers ASAP.
