location: providence peak memorial, downtown. status: closed for @bennett-miller
They had somehow managed to make it through one month. One month without anything big and important and dangerous happening. According to the pediatrician who performed Maggie’s one month check up, she was one of the healthiest babies the doctor had ever seen and was developing at a perfect rate. Nothing bad had managed to happen in the short month the tiny baby had spent on Earth. Then again, Sage was determined to make sure nothing bad would ever happen to the little girl and hadn’t yet managed to let her out of her sight for more than a few minutes in the last month and those few minutes were rare occasions when Atlas would stop by and she would use the bathroom, leaving the man to spend a moment with his daughter without her looking over his shoulder. But, if the fact that she was unknowingly becoming the helicopter parent she had always feared, then making it through the first month had been an amazing feat.
Also an amazing feat, Sage realized, was being able to walk through the hospital that she knew well and not be mistaken for her sister or, at the very least, have questions thrown at her about said sister. The Franklin girls had both been at the very public eye of the hospital regarding their respective traumas and what was once a place that Sage didn’t mind visiting, had soon become a place full of people she dreaded seeing. That was, except, for the man who had just stepped into the cafeteria. She grinned, hand settled on Maggie’s back as the baby rested against her chest, wrapped in the baby carrier twisted around her, and made her way to Bennett’s side, nudging his shoulder with her own as she stepped beside him. “Hey you. I was actually just looking for your better half. I’ve heard you’ve had some pretty big developments lately, huh?”