"Hey, what are you doing here?" Shanice asked Olivia.
"Getting dinner."
"Hi Olivia."
"Hi Kiana."
"Where are the babies?" Shanice asked.
"With the nanny."
"Your nanny works long hours."
"Our second shift nanny."
"How many do you have?"
"One for day, night and overnight. We keep the babies on weekends."
Shanice laughed, "You and Fitz have a weird approach to parenting."
"Excuse me?"
"Your babies are going to be confused. They don't know you."
Olivia gave Shanice a fake smile. Fitz was in the car waiting for their Gettysburger. How dare Shanice question her parenting.
"My husband and I are doing a great job."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Are you jealous because you can't afford nannies?"
"You think I'm jealous of that? There are lot of things I admire about you Olivia. Your parenting skills are not one of them."
"How dare you insult me."
"You can't accept that I'm a better mom than you." Shanice said.
"My kids have everything. They will never want for anything."
"Your babies can't get your attention. What do they have besides fancy baby gadgets and nannies?"
"I work."
"I'm getting my degree, working and raising six kids with Marcus. Don't give me that pathetic excuse."
"Your kids aren't babies."
Shanice laughed and grabbed her wiggly two year olds hand. "Your babies are accessories like your diamond jewelry. They're just for show."
"Okay you win. I'm a bad mom. Does that make you feel better about your life?"
"I'm not trying to hurt you Olivia. I'm trying to make you see that your life is different now. You can't go back to what you had with Fitz before your kids."
"Olivia."
The cashier called her name. Olivia took the bag and left without saying another word to Shanice.