"Like my mom."
"..."
Nannie Bruce’s grin grew wider. "You probably don’t even realize it, but every inch of you is just radiating mom energy right now."
Olivia Bennett smirked. "Well, yeah. I am a mom. Not having that would be the weird part."
Especially since she’d brought Carey into the world with so much hope and love.
"True." Nannie Bruce marveled, shaking her head. "Still blows my mind—you actually made an entire person."
Olivia’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
Sometimes, it blew her own mind too.
Nannie leaned over the crib, eyes wide as she stared at Carey. Her awe matched Olivia’s the very first time she’d seen her daughter.
Resting her elbow on the edge, she propped her chin in her palm, completely amazed. "Why is she so tiny?"
She’d been on movie sets with babies before, but never one this new, this small.
Olivia chuckled. "You can hold her if you want."
Nannie hesitated, cautious. "Will I wake her up?"
"Nah," Olivia replied, already a pro at reading Carey’s moods. "Just be gentle. She usually sleeps right through it and hardly ever cries."
"So well-behaved."
Olivia nodded. "She really is."
But as she spoke, a hint of exasperation flickered in Olivia’s eyes.
Carey was so quiet, so peaceful, that Olivia’s nerves were always on edge.
Sometimes, the silence scared her silly. She’d find herself checking if Carey was still breathing, hovering a finger near the baby’s nose for reassurance.
Only once she was certain everything was fine could she breathe easy again.
It had taken all day for her to get used to it.

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