”I don’t recall where it’s from or even who said it,” Penelope admitted, well aware that that was very unlike her. However, after Olivia had been born, she had come to learn that when it came to her family, she didn’t need everything planned out specifically or everything neatly organized. All of that, was saved for work. She loved her work, but she loved her family more.
“I remember you doing that last year,” she said with a smile and got up from the chair. “Your estimate was almost to the day.” When she got up, Olivia turned and looked up at her. “It’s all right, Little Heart. Mummy’ll be right over here.” Whether Olivia understood or not, she didn’t know, but for now, it seemed to have satisfied her daughter, and there wasn’t a fuss in sight. Granted, the times Olivia got fussy were few and extremely far between.