Page 77 of Safe at Home

“Hi, pretty little girl. You’re too cute to be called TBN,” Olivia said as we heard voices in the hallway.

“Tyler? Molly? Can we come in?” I heard my mom’s voice outside of the room.

“Come in, Mom,” I said and gave her a hug followed by my dad, who came in after her. “What happened to shopping with the girls?”

“Oh, they’ve got a handle on it. I had to see my granddaughters.”

“Would you like to hold her?” Olivia asked.

“Hold on. Before you give her up, can someone get a picture of them?” Molly asked as she continued to feed Hazel.

“Do you, uh, need me to leave?” Dad asked. I could sense his discomfort.

“Only if you’re not comfortable,” Molly said. “I don’t mind at all. She’s just eating.”

Dad nodded and said he would stay in the room, but I could tell he was keeping his gaze off my wife. He instead busied himself with taking his phone out and snapping some pictures of Olivia holding the baby.

“We were just about to announce the babies’ names, so you’re just in time,” I said.

“Oh, good!” Mom said with a clap of her hands. “Which baby is Hazel?”

“This hungry princess is Hazel Eloise,” Molly said with a smile. “Named after my mimi.”

“That’s a beautiful name!” Mom and Olivia said at the same time and then just laughed.

“Mom, could you stand next to Nurse Olivia so we can get a picture of you three together?”

“Sure, honey,” Mom said and walked over to our new friend and nurse.

I switched my phone to video mode and began recording as Molly told them our other daughter’s name.

“I would like you guys to meet Olivia Susan Stone,” Molly said.

Both women gasped, and my mom already had tears running down her face.

“What? No way,” Nurse Olivia said. “There is no way you would name your baby after only knowing me for a few hours.”

“You were there for us in more ways than a normal nurse would be,” Molly said with a smile. “When I looked at her face, I didn’t see her as Sophia or Willow. She looked like Olivia to me.”

“We had already decided on using family names for the middle names,” I explained.

“Well, I am very honored,” my mom said as she wiped away her tears. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to hold your namesake?” Nurse Olivia asked. “I just can’t believe someone would name a baby after me.”

“Michael, did you get a picture of the Olivias together?” Mom asked Dad.

“I think so,” he said.

“Well, take another one, just in case.”

After several more pictures, Nurse Olivia handed baby Olivia over to her grandmother and said she had to go clock in for her shift. She did mention she’d be back later to say goodbye at the end of her shift. She was still in disbelief that we had named our second baby after her.

“Hi, sweet girl, I’m your Gigi,” Mom said. “And this here is your - what did you decide to be called, Michael?”

“I don’t know. Maybe just Grandpa? They can decide when they are older what to call me.”

“How about Gramps? Or Pop? Or Granddaddy?” Mom suggested.

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