Foundations for One More
December 17, 2024 — 9:00 PMRockwell, Their Apartment — Kitchen
The scent of chamomile and honey hung in the air, steeping from two mugs on the counter. Angel stirred hers slowly, the ceramic handle warm beneath her fingers. She wasn't tired yet, but the habit helped her wind down. Across from her, Matthew leaned against the sink, sleeves rolled up, absentmindedly drying a plate.
They had been quiet for a while now—not the awkward kind, but the type that came when two people were deeply comfortable with each other. The kind of silence that didn't need filling.
Until Angel finally spoke.
"I emailed that pediatrician my cousin recommended."
Matthew looked up. "The one in BGC?"
She nodded. "Dr. Santiago. Her reviews are solid. She works with a lot of first-time parents."
His brows rose, impressed. "That was fast."
Angel gave a half-smile. "If I'm going to panic about it eventually, I'd rather just panic early and plan accordingly."
