Everything familiar is Janet's.
I heard Olivia cough and I turned my head slightly to check the time. Two-fourteen A.M. I didn't move further in case she'd stay - or fall back - asleep. The following cry was soft, like she was only testing us to see if we'd react. I did. Steph needs the rest ... unless Olivia's hungry, she won't have to be disturbed if I move my ass.
I untangled myself from Stephanie and slid two hands under the slight weight of my daughter, spanning her from neck to diaper. I climbed carefully back into bed with her, and she moved her dark head along the skin of my chest until it was resting beneath my chin, her silky hair catching in my two o'clock stubble. Her brown eyes had looked trustingly up at me from her bassinet, and as my presence soothed her to sleep again, I swore that trust would never be misplaced.