Week twelve came faster than Emma wanted.
She stood in her closet staring at her work clothes—most of which still didn't fit properly—and felt her stomach twist into knots.
Today was the day. Back to Phoenix Ventures. Back to being CEO Emma instead of just Grace's mom.
"You don't have to do this," James said from the doorway, Grace asleep against his shoulder.
"I know." Emma pulled out a dress that actually zipped. "But I want to. I think."
"Very convincing."
Emma turned to look at them—her husband and her daughter, both watching her with varying degrees of consciousness. Grace was three months old now. She smiled constantly. She'd found her hands last week and was fascinated by them. She made cooing sounds that melted Emma's heart.
And Emma was about to leave her for eight hours.
