Nancy smiled down at the baby in her cot as she jingled the toys. Alabama laid on her back raising her little chubby fingers to try to grab the pink toy.
Monica stood by the door watching them in the nursery. She was grateful each morning to wake up to her bubbly babies. Her eyes swept to the two sleeping babes. Alabama was usually the first to wake every morning.
She walked in. When Nancy saw her, she smiled up at her. "I was thinking she'd be exhausted in the morning. She was up all night!"
"Did she wail?" Monica lifted her baby from the cot. "I was passed out last night. I'm a terrible mother!"
"Never say that. It's why I'm here. No, she did not wail. Good girl always!"
"You can take the day off today Nancy, please. I'll take care of them myself today."
"Are you sure you wouldn't
