Yep, that’s me.
As if on cue, Maize starts crying, and I bolt between my brothers to get to her. The swing is no longer moving, and I figure the timer must’ve stopped. It’s been a couple of hours, so I take her out and immediately smell her.
“Dang, girl. You put your uncles to shame.” I scrunch my nose and walk us toward my room where all the diapers and wipes are stocked. Emily’s eyes light up as soon as she sees Maize’s awake.
“Hey, pretty girl,” she coos, and Maize immediately stops crying.
“You’re never leavin’,” I tell Emily, only half-joking. “I think she thinks you’re Bailey,” I say sadly at the realization that she misses her mama and is too young to understand why she’s not here. I’ve been so busy and tired that I hadn’t even thought of how confusing this must be for Maize eve
