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Olivia wakes slowly to the sounds of conversation, her smile soft as she sits up when Leigh, her wife, newly-wed and already a mother of a newborn, the last gift Luke gave in his lifetime, enters the room. Leigh’s tray is stacked high with food and a whole pitcher of juice, glasses stacked neatly.
Breakfast in bed but also a picnic. Liv will spend mother’s day here, with her children, eating and drinking and laughing even as Leigh tends to her daughter, the only child she will ever have with Leigh but it’s enough. Hope Poppy Crain, last of the Crains to be born to Olivia Crain, is barely a month old but already a delight. Nobody will know the troubles the family has seen and they finally will have no reason to tell. Content, at last, to simply be.