Little Quinn Autumn was crying softly as Clodagh bent down to pick her up.
"There, there, our little angel," Clodagh said, as Sorscha looked on, beaming. "It's all right."
"So, I was talking to Char about school," Sorscha started.
Clodagh chuckled. "What happened?"
"Well, she mentioned what she had to take off for her girls..."
"We'll be fine."
"She said it's like 13 weeks!"
"Our mums will help us."
"Clodagh..."
"Babe, your mum and mine both love spending time with Quinn."
"But our annual leave doesn't cover all of the time. There's bank holidays and Christmas break and Easter! Inset days!"
"As long as we have the option to take the time off, it will be fine. Our co-workers and friends will also help out."
"I..."
"Don't worry, babe. We got this."
"I love you."
"I love you. When are you headed to work?"
"Headed out now. Just wanted to tell my girls goodbye and that I love them."
"Want a Quinn cuddle before you leave?"
Sorscha smiled. "Of course."
"Morning, Agatha," Sorscha said, entering the building. "How are ya?"
"Great, Sorscha," Agatha replied. "How are you?"
"Fine. Thanks."
"How is the little one?"
"She's amazing. Beautiful." Agatha nearly cracked a smile. "Ah, I saw that. I won't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?"
"Exactly."
"What on Earth do you mean? I swear, your accent is so hard to understand!"
Sorscha walked into the office, chuckling.
"You all right?" Marjorie asked.
"Yeah, thanks," Sorscha said, walking to the sign in sheet. "Never better."
"What's so funny?"
"Aggie."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I can't tell anyone though."
Marjorie gave Sorscha a strange look, but said nothing. "How's little Quinn?"
"Amazing. She was a little fussy this morning, but great."
"I..."
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
Marjorie looked sad. "What's wrong? You can tell me anything."
"I know...I can't wait to have kids. I just hope that I'm not too old."
"Oh, Marjorie. Have you talked to Reece about it?'
"Not yet. I don't want to rock the boat. We just got married."
Sorscha smiled. "I know, I was there."
Marjorie smiled back. "I'm glad that you and Clodagh were both there."
"Just talk to him, Marjorie. He won't know how you feel until you and you won't know how he feels until you do."
