Olivia

“Mommy, can I tell you something?” She asked after a while.

I lifted my head to look at her face. “Of course you can, my angel,” I said, and my brow automatically furrowed. “Is something wrong going on?” It was my concern as a mother speaking louder.

She giggled. "No, no. It's okay, relax,” she said. “It's just something going on between Jacob and me,” she said, as she played with the strap of my blouse, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Oh, Jacob?” ...