"Welcome back."
Olivia smiled at the balloons and cards on her desk.
"We missed you Mrs. Grant." Annalise said.
"Thank you. It's good to be back at work."
"How are the babies?"
"They're coming home today. Fitz is at the hospital."
"How are you?"
"I'm still taking my pain medication."
"So, how is it being a mom of triplets?"
"My husband takes care of everything. I haven't left my house in a month. Today will be the first time I've seen them since I left the hospital. I'm kinda nervous, but I'll be okay."
"You had a rough pregnancy."
"Yeah, but I'm okay now."
"Every day will be an adventure. There is never a boring day with four kids."
"I'm a married woman, and I have four kids."
"Are you happy with the changes?"
"Marriage is a roller coaster. It's really not what I expected it to be."
"Husbands always change."
"I'm still in love with Fitz. It's different now. I want us to have that spark again. I want us to be friends again."
"Does he want that?"
"Yeah."
"So what's the problem."
"I can't trust him anymore. He wasn't there when I needed him."
"My ex-husband missed the birth of our first child because he was having a beer with his friends. I'm sure your husband can't be that horrible."
"He had a family emergency. He wasn't there for the delivery."
"That's an acceptable reason for not being in the delivery room when you needed him."
Olivia fanned herself. She was getting nauseous. "I should really get to work."
Annalise left Olivia's office and Olivia looked in her mini fridge for a bottle of water. Crackers were in her purse. She held her stomach when the taste of vomit moved to the back of her throat.
"Not here." She said, wiping sweat from her forehead with a trembling hand.
She stood and ran, making it to the sink in her office bathroom and standing over it. Vomit came from her stomach like a wave. Olivia stood at the sink a few minutes longer and grabbed a paper towel to clean her face after turning on the water. She looked around for cleaning products. There was a spray bottle on the shelf. She couldn't cry. What if someone needed her for something, and her eyes were wet? That would be unprofessional. She pulled herself together and returned to her desk.
