"You are too much like my Livvie on a bad day." Fitz said, frustrated with pink.
She was fed and dry, but she wouldn't stop the shrill cry. He tried to put her back in the bassinette.
"Don't say that to her."
"She has an attitude already. You take her. Give me green and blue."
Olivia let him take the babies from her arms. He was more annoyed when pink stopped crying with Olivia.
"She doesn't like me."
"You're already showing favoritism towards the boys."
"She's your mini me Livvie. I know she's your favorite."
"I don't have a favorite."
"We can leave her at the hospital."
"That's not funny."
"You're right. It's a bad joke. Pink is not going anywhere until she's married with a career."
"That's a long time."
Fitz noticed a change in her voice. Olivia looked at him, and he saw something different in her eyes.
"These babies are going to live with us for the next 18 years."
"Yeah."
"Wow. What are we going to do when we have to travel for work?"
"You're worried about your career?"
"How are we going to balance this?"
"You're late Olivia. I've been saying that for nine months. They're here now. You made your choice."
Olivia looked at the baby resting in her arms. Anxiety was replacing euphoria. She looked at Fitz again and the other babies. "We're going to need a full-time nanny."
"You're finally realizing that I'm right about everything. Now you see how this changes everything."
"I'm a mom of more than one baby."
"I guess those pregnancy hormones are fading."
"I'm scared."
"It's too late for that now Livvie."
"I'll be okay." Olivia said to herself.