Phoebe had just finished nursing baby Theodore who was now finally asleep. The woman who was wearing a yellow-white long pajama suit carried her son in her arms and then put him into the baby's cot very slowly so he wouldn't wake up.
After that, he put on the blanket, then kissed his chubby cheeks.
"Have a nice dream, sweetheart," she said with a smile.
Phoebe moved on to tidying up Theodore's small toys that lay on the bed, then put them in a special basket for toys. After that, she moved to sit us on the bed and took her cell phone. she turned on her phone screen and saw not a single call or message came in from Travis.
"Why isn't he home yet? He should have finished operating on his patient. Or maybe there was some problem so he should stay there? But why didn't he contact me…..since earlier he hasn't even contacted me even though he usually always calls me by video call to see me and Theo."
