6
Today was a good day. Abby had slept relatively well, as Charlie had woken only once the night before. She’d nursed him, changed him, and tucked him back in his crib. She’d woken with the sunrise.
The doorbell rang, and Abby strode to the front door just as it popped open and Mary-Margaret stepped in. She was wearing a black sweater and blue jeans, appearing so confident, happy, and together. She seemed balanced, something Abby wished for herself.
“Good morning, Abby. Wow, you look great this morning,” Mary-Margaret said. She stepped closer and hugged Abby, touching the beige turtleneck she’d put on. She was still in her maternity jeans. Her hair was brushed back and tied in a ponytail. Mary-Margaret gave her an approving glance. “You look great.”
“The kids slept well. So did I. I wa
