*Olivia*
I hummed happily, the charcoal scratching on paper as my eyes flickered from the picture on my phone to the drawing I was sketching out with one hand. Trust the process, I reminded myself as I scrutinized all the little mistakes I saw building up.
“Right, baby?” I whispered, beaming as I followed my other arm to where it was lying inside the bassinet. It had set up right next to our bed, and sleeping soundly inside was baby Elio.
He clung to my hand in his sleep, drooling all over it as he used it as a makeshift pillow. I was surprised by how much strength he had gotten in only three months, but he was just like his daddy.
