*Olivia*
“Peek-a-boo!” I yelled, sending Elio into a fit of screaming giggles.
My phone rang, vibrating the coffee table I’d left it on.
“Mama’s gotta check her phone,” I cooed as I scooped him up.
The pediatrician had said that the more we talked to him, the quicker he would pick up language, and that meant I spent about half my days chattering away at him.
I bent to scoop up the phone. Sal’s name lit the screen, though I hadn’t set a picture for him yet.
I hesitated a moment before picking up the call. Hadn’t set it yet? The last few meetings had been great, and I was excited, but was I that certain he would be a part of my life?
I picked up the call before I could overthink this.
“What’s up?” I asked.
His voice crackled over the line, still warm despite the distortion. “Livi! Just calling to check in on you and my favorite grandson.”
I laughed. “He’s your only grandson, to my knowledge.”
He laughed with me, and I was surprised at how similar the sound was.
