Home with You
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“You must not see them very much, because you almost never smile,” Maddox said, and Heavenly snickered.
“I also always want to sketch them, because they remind me of how fun and happy you are,” Sullivan continued, ignoring the other kids, his focus on Moisey.
“Did you sketch my curls? Did you sketch me?”
“Yep. A dozen times. One day, I’m going to hang the pictures in my office at school.”
“Can I see them when you do?”
“Sure,” he said.
“At the college?”
“Yep.”
“For real? Or are you just saying that so I’ll go away?”
“Moisey Bethlehem Bradshaw, enough,” he said with a sigh that reminded Rumer of the day they’d met, of his tired eyes and his frilly apron and the way he’d struggled to connect with the kids.
They’d all been strangers then. Now, they were family.
“Wow,” she said as Moisey skipped away. “You really are getting the hang of this parenting thing, Sullivan.”
“We are,” he corrected.
And, she smiled, holding his hand as they walked across the yard together, the kids squealing and chattering behind them as the new day dawned, bright and sweet and beautiful.