Fiona
“She just woke up a few minutes ago. Slept pretty much the whole time you were gone.” Nina handed me the baby and I clutched Lexi close to my chest, pressing little kisses all over her face as she babbled happily.
“Hi, sweetheart.” My daughter looked up at me with her endlessly attentive eyes and smiled. “Did you have a nice nap? Well, I am sure glad you seem to be feeling better. You must have been very tired after all of that crying you did earlier.”
Nina nodded dramatically. Her messy purple bun had traveled far beyond stylish into the territory of pure bedhead. She pulled the elastic apart carefully to release her tangled locks and started combing them out with her fingers. “Yes. We were both tired. I napped for at least an hour, myself.”
“Oh? And did you have a nice nap
