**Olivia POV
I’d always heard bad things about hospital food. Fortunately, this proved not to be true. Everything Amber brought was great. I started to feel stronger just from the diet alone.
If it wasn’t for hospital policy, I probably could have walked on our twice daily outings onto the hospital grounds. The baby seemed better too, moving even more than before.
I started to suspect Nurse Anderson might have cooked the meals at home and smuggled them onto the hospital plates.
I was near the end of my bacon and eggs, when a familiar face peeked in through the door.
“Mom!?” I asked, more delighted to see her than I had words to say.
“Hey, baby.”
Mom came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she used to do when I was little and feeling sick.
“Me or her?” I asked, patting my belly.
“Both of you, really,” mom said with a rare smile.
Mom put her hand on my belly and felt it as the baby moved again.
“Hello, little one, it’s Grandma.”