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She was like Ben in that regard.
"It's not a problem," I said. "I didn't get to know my mom at all."
"Me too," she said. "Grandma says Mom was a good person."
"I'm sure she was. My dad told me the same thing about my mom too," I agreed. "Did Jack… or was it James? Did he bother you again?"
"No. I guess he really didn't mean it," she replied. "But I still feel sad when I think about how I don't have a mommy."
She was laying on my chest, so I couldn't see her face. I just touched her hair to calm her down.
"I used to feel bad about it too, I never got over it. But I had Grandma," I said.
"At least I have you, Miss Olivia," she said. "Thank you for the park. I had fun."
She has me.
"I had fun too," I replied.
She didn't say anything; I figured she had fallen asleep. But those words she said, kept me up a little longer.
I left her in the bed and went downstairs. I remembered that I didn't do the dishes. I found Ben at work on them already. He was wearing an apron and had some bacon and eggs going.
"Are you trying to have revenge on her for feeding you eggshells?" I teased as I remembered how the first time I had cooked with Chloe.
"I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't end up doing it again," he replied. "Good morning. I saw the both of you, looked too good to wake up."
"She came in the middle of the night, asking me to read her a story," I said. "We got to have some girl talk."
"About?"
"Boys aren't supposed to know about girl talks," I replied.
"Stingy. Fine then, keep your secrets," he pouted and continued making the breakfast.
"You're so cute," I teased.
He turned and looked at me, a warm smile on his face. I noticed his glasses.
"Have you been wearing that these past few days?" I blinked in realization, completely forgetting that he actually wore them.
"I've been on my contacts," he said.
"Even when you sleep?" I raised a brow.
"I'm not blind you know?" He sighed. "I can do without glasses or contacts. For a nurse, you can't ‘pay attention’.”
Sorry about that, head doctor," I apologized as I rolled my eyes, then raised two fingers, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two," he replied with a smirk and adjusted his glasses.
I walked over to him and took them off. I raised one finger, "How many fingers?"
"Three," he replied.
I placed the finger on his lip. "Wrong."
He held me my waist and pulled me close. "I couldn't see properly."
