May 1988 – 6 months old
It had been the lazy Sunday Laura and Remington had come to favor in the last two years. Breakfast in bed, followed by time playing with Olivia, a movie as she napped, then a family dip in the pool, and a late, lazy afternoon spent swaying in the hammock together. As dinner cooked, they'd retired to the living room, Olivia playing with her toys on the floor, while Remington worked Laura's feet over where they were positioned on opposite sides of the couch.
"Thank you, for today." He looked up at her through his lashes, and flashed a quick smile.
"Pleasure."
"I have to admit, I thought you'd get carried away," she smiled.
"I believe you made some rather dire predictions in regards to our future bedroom antics should I go overboard," he reminded her, with a warm chuckle and a crook of a brow. She sighed contentedly.
"It was a wonderful day," she sighed, contentedly. "Just the three of us." He glanced at Olivia to make certain all was still well then did a double take.
"Laura—" he said her name quietly, then indicated the baby with his eyes. Turning her head, they watched together as, for the first time, Olivia crawled half a foot before resuming rocking on her hands and knees. Laura reached out a hand and squeezed Remington's when he placed his in hers.
"The perfect Mother's Day," she murmured.