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And Maverick was standing next to her—in the flesh—gently stroking her back.
“Wh—what are you doing here? What time is it?”
She rubbed her eyes, trying to make sense of what was going on.
“You didn’t answer the door, so I used the key you gave me. I was going to ask how it went last night, but I think I can guess.”
“He wouldn’t stop crying. He didn’t want to eat, he wouldn’t go to sleep… all he would do is cry.”
“Do you have patients this morning?”
“No. I was just going to start going through charts and get caught up on paperwork.”
“Text Rose and tell her you won’t be in until this afternoon. I’ll take care of Sawyer. You go get in bed for a few hours.”
“No, I can get up.”
She rubbed her neck where it had kinked from the way she’d had it resting on the crib rail.
Maverick took over massaging her neck, and she closed her eyes, almost falling asleep in the process.
“I’m sure you can, but I wouldn’t trust you to drive. Or prescribe medication to someone.”
She felt herself being lifted and the next thing she knew, the comforter was being pulled up around her shoulders. “Go to sleep. I’ll text Rose.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Maverick
Sawyer woke not long after she fell asleep: fussy, hungry, and with green poop.
Obviously keeping his mom awake all night had stressed the little guy out. Fortunately, he was either hungry enough or tired enough to cooperate with Maverick and take a bottle.
Then they had an important discussion about letting his mom sleep at night before he packed the diaper bag, set an alarm on Olivia’s phone, and wrote her a quick note, then quietly let himself out.
He needed to create some distance with her, and he knew not being there when she woke up was a good start, otherwise he’d be inclined to try and take care of her. Maybe try to crawl into bed with her.
He sent her a text around one that afternoon.
Maverick: Just checking to make sure your alarm went off and to ask if you want me to keep Sawyer tonight.
She answered right away.
Olivia: It did. Thank you for setting it, that was very thoughtful. And, I decided I’m going to work half days this week, until he gets his schedule figured out. Last night was for the birds.
Maverick: I can only imagine. You were pretty wiped out. That’s why I offered to take him.
Olivia: I appreciate it. But, he’s going to have to get used to just one of us at night, and the sooner, the better.
Maverick: Speaking of… I would like him a few nights a week. I think the evenings you work late would be best, don’t you?
The dots indicating she was replying started and stopped several times. Finally, she sent a response.
Olivia: How many nights are you thinking?
Seven.
Maverick: Two or three.
