Was it because he’d stopped worrying about the baby? Or because his grandma’s health was failing? Or maybe he was too busy testing a new mama for Paulito? Holly wrinkled her nose in distaste. Rehashing Marc’s issues and dilemmas was the last thing on her agenda tonight. The week passed by smoothly. The nurses shared babysitting duties with Holly. For a change, she’d agreed to have a drink with the fellows and attending doctors at Mango Bar where they gathered every Friday. A couple of hours away from the hospital would do a world of good to her frayed nerves. She selected a sleeveless, blue silk dress and spent a few minutes drying and combing her hair loose on her shoulders. Paulito awoke as she finished applying the last touch of her make-up. She collected him from his crib and changed him. “Don’t cry, pumpkin. Your milk will be ready in a sec.” Holding the fussy baby with one arm against her side, she rocked her hips and fumbled to prepare a bottle. Paulito stopped his screaming and nuzzled her naked shoulder.
