The greatest moment for Olivia is watching as Jonathan adapted to the world around him growing in leaps and bounds and becoming more self-aware. Her baby slept a little less and became more aware of what was around him. He responded to her sometimes in coos and gurgles and lifting his head for short periods of time.
Jonathan was a month old now and Olivia loved him more than anything in the world.
It also meant that summer was ending, though, and Olivia looked at Noah staring dotingly down at Jonathan with a sad smile.
“You go back to school next week,”
“Yeah, senior year, have you decided what you’re going to do?”
“I can’t go back, I just can’t, Noah, he needs me, he’s on breast milk, and he’s only a month old. I can’t miss him growing up but… senior year. I had plans,” she muttered
