"I can't do this."
"We don't have any other options."
"We are not raising another baby."
"Olivia, let's just give her a few more days."
"We've given her a month. I know she's grieving Adam, but we cannot take on this responsibility. We can barely keep up with the twins."
"She's our daughter Olivia. We can't abandon her."
"She's not a baby anymore. She has her own baby. I understand she's a grieving widow, but she cannot drop her baby off and leave for a month. Violet won't return our calls. She's not asking for help. She's avoiding her responsibility."
"Olivia, we have to be there for her."
"I'm not raising another baby."
"Would it really be that bad?"
"Yes it would be terrible. I'm almost 50, and you're asking me this. The twins are enough for both of us."
"Violet is just overwhelmed. She has to get back in the workforce and her bills are pilling up."
"I know. We paid her mortgage last month."
"A few more days Olivia."
"I want to sleep again Fitz. I can't keep waking up to make bottles."
"Maybe she will start sleeping through the night soon."
"I doubt it. She's only four weeks Fitz. We have had her since she was two days old."
"I know. Let's just be more compassionate. Her husband died a week before Aira was born. She's going to need a few more months to pull herself together."
"What about us?"
"We're fine. The twins are fine. We are all going to get through this."
"We're not fine."
"Olivia I know you're grieving the miscarriage. We both wanted that baby."
Olivia looked away from her husband. Fitz was right. It wasn't so much about a baby being in the house. It wasn't her baby.
"I am. How can you expect me to raise her baby when I couldn't have our baby? It's not fair."
"We can try again Olivia."
"I don't want to try again. I didn't want to have a miscarriage."
"Olivia, lets just give her a few more days."