You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 939

“In that case, don’t worry about it. It’s just a name, and if he likes it, that’s all that matters. Hope is a great choice, honestly. It sounds strong and beautiful.”

“Yeah.”

“Now that things have quieted down, you should go visit Oliver’s wife and the baby in Riverdale. I can’t make the trip right now, so be sure to send my love.”

Lydia gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “I will. Come on, let’s get some sleep. You’ve been running yourself ragged for weeks.”

The next day, Oliver stayed in Golden Bay just long enough to have a meal with his parents before heading back to Riverdale. He reached Cloud Peak close to midnight, just as Atticus was stepping into the courtyard, returning from a business dinner. They were both surprised to see each other at that hour.

“Out late tonight, Uncle?”

“Yeah, dinner and tea with some foreign investors,” Atticus replied, eyeing the travel bag Oliver carried. “Why are you getting back so late?”

“I stayed for dinner with the family in Golden Bay before leaving. Lost track of time.”

They chatted as they walked inside. The moment they stepped into the living room, Oliver could hear the heartbreaking wails of a baby upstairs. He ducked into the powder room to wash his hands, then hurried up to the nursery.

When he pushed open the door, the whole family seemed to be there. Patricia was pacing the room, cradling their daughter and whispering soft words to calm her. Three maternity nurses stood off to the side with Grandma Maggie and Chelsea, all looking helpless and exhausted. So many people, yet it was the new mom walking the floor, trying to soothe their crying baby.

Oliver’s face fell, but with the elders in the room, he kept his frustration in check. “What’s going on?”

“She’s just fighting sleep,” Patricia said, a little surprised to see him. “Why are you back so late?”

“I’ll take her. You all shouldn’t be up this late.”

Atticus noticed the concern on Grandma’s face and tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry. Oliver’s here. He’d never let Patricia go through this alone.”

Oliver paced with the baby for ages until she finally calmed down. He tried to gently hand her over to one of the nurses, but the second she left his chest, the crying started up again, even louder than before.

Patricia’s head was throbbing. She moved closer to Oliver and pressed her face into his free shoulder, her words muffled. “Let’s just bring her to bed with us.”

“You’ll never get any real sleep that way,” Oliver said, shaking his head.

“If we don’t, she’ll keep crying all night.”

“You go get some rest. Let me try again.”