"I'm here."

Olivia massaged the crick in her neck. She couldn't keep sleeping on the sofa every night. She stumbled over a toy and almost lost her balance. Aira whined louder. Olivia lifted her out of the bassinette and made her way to the kitchen. The bottle needed to be heated.

"Mommy's here."

Olivia stopped patting Aira's back when the words left her lips. She was half sleep and not thinking clearly.

"Your mommy's not here, but I'm here. I'm going to make sure you're okay."

Olivia grabbed the warm bottle and made her way back to the living room. It was still dark. She was making some progress with our own issues. She and Fitz agreed to see a therapist. The irony of the situation. When Olivia was finally excited about having a baby, she lost her. Maybe it wouldn't have been so painful in the first trimester. At 21 weeks, she was used to her baby moving at certain times throughout the day. Olivia couldn't describe the emptiness she felt the day after the miscarriage. Her baby was gone forever. Having Aira every day was like pouring salt in an open wound. Violet still wasn't returning her phone calls. She didn't want the stereotype of being a single mom, and it was too painful to take Aira when she didn't have Adam anymore. Her decision left Olivia in a weird place. She couldn't take Aira from Violet. Yet, she was a mom to Violet's baby. Olivia didn't know what was best for Aira. She could give her a loving home, but she knew Violet was to vulnerable to make such a permanent decision. Olivia didn't know if Violet would ever take Aira back. Her daughter was very traditional and giving Aira away to avoid a stigma wasn't too far-fetched for Violet.