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*Olivia* “Peek-a-boo!" I yelled, sending Elio into a fit of screaming giggles. My phone rang, vibrating the coffee table I'd left it on. “Mama's gotta check her phone," I cooed as I scooped him up. The pediatrician had said that the more we talked to him, the quicker he would pick up language, and that meant I spent about half my days chattering away at him. I bent to scoop up the phone. Sal's name lit the screen, though I hadn't set a picture for him yet. I hesitated a moment before picking up the call. Hadn't set it yet? The last few meetings had been great, and I was excited, but was I that certain he would be a part of my life? I picked up the call before I could overthink this. “What's up?" I asked. His voice crackled over the line, still warm despite the distortion. “Livi!