Prim’s POV:
“Mommy, when will daddy come back?” Aspen looked at me longingly as I tucked him into bed. He'd changed into fresh new pajamas. He’s happy. I don’t have to ask him that. It shows. “I hope he comes back tomorrow. Auntie Ollie promised to be here before I wake up.”
Hmm. I didn’t know Ollie was coming over again, but if she would, thank heavens, because I had yet to check for Maya’s availability tomorrow. If Maya is not able to watch my boy, all my errands have to wait.
“Really? You call her Auntie now?” I couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah, she’s nice and funny, and she has all these cool stories about nimjas and fighting the bad guys, mommy.” Aspen made little punches in the air, but he was careful not to move his left hand where his intravenous line is located.
