*Three Months Later*
*Olivia*
I stood over Elio’s cradle, cooing and playing with his feet. It was difficult to believe he was already seven months old. He just started teething again a few days ago, and while the screaming wasn’t the most pleasant, I couldn’t help but grin every time I caught sight of one of his partially emerged teeth.
The door opened behind me, and I heard Gio’s tread on the carpet. Out of habit, he dodged the one creaky board that woke Elio up without fail.
He came up behind me and leaned on the cradle with both arms, caging me in. I spun to face him and pressed my hands against his chest.
“Good morning, dear,” I said.
I couldn’t resist. It had been hard to find time for ourselves since Elio was born. He shivered.
“Now that’s mean, and I had such a nice thing for you.”
I smiled. “Something nice for me?”
He shook his head playfully. “Well, now I don’t know. And Elio would have loved it, too.”
