"There's my Emersan!"
Olivia dropped her purse on the coffee table and Emersan squealed with laughter.
"She's been waiting for you."
"Any problems?"
"Nothing besides fussiness. She missed you."
"You miss your mama!" Olivia said taking Emersan from the nanny.
"Do you need me to be here at the same time tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I wish I could take her to work with me, but I would never get any work done with my baby in my office."
"Okay."
"Are we going to read a book while we wait for daddy?" Olivia asked when the nanny left.
Emersan chewed her fingers and Olivia looked around for her pacifier.
"How about some dinner?"
Emersan coughed and Olivia tapped her back. The coughing didn't stop and Emersan cried.
"Not vomit." Olivia said, when spit up covered her pants.
"You didn't burp, and now you're vomiting. It's okay. This stain probably won't come out of my new slacks, but it's okay."
Emersan's cries softened. Olivia stood keeping Emersan away from her blouse. She didn't want to replace it. "You stay in your playpen for minute. I need to change and get you some clean clothes."
Her phone rang and she ignored it. After a long day at work, she could take a few minutes to find some pants and a comfy shirt. It rang again a few seconds later. Emersan cried and Olivia moved faster looking for clean baby clothes. Fitz was supposed to wash, and the pile of dirty clothes was still in the same place. She grabbed the plastic tub and ran back to Emersan.
"I found you pants and a shirt." Olivia said dropping the clothes on the coffee table.
Emersan whined and tried to stand. She hated the playpen.
"I'll get you in a few minutes. Your tub needs water and soap."
The phone rang again and Olivia answered it without looking at the caller ID.
"Call me back in a few hours."
"Hi Livvie."
"Mom? How did you get my number."
"How are you Livvie?"
"What do you want? You don't call me to ask how I am?"
"How is your baby?"
"Safe. Very safe."
"Keep her close Livvie."
"What?"
Maya hung up the phone and Olivia ran to the playpen. Emersan was smiling and sitting up. Olivia checked her windows. Nothing unusual. What was Maya planning?