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Chapter Three
Hannah
April 23rd…
Once Stacy confirmed the owners of my rental were fine with me changing it to the other house, which was, thankfully, also theirs and available to purchase, things moved pretty quickly.
At least on my end as my days consisted of repacking, shuffling things between the two properties, and fulfilling my client orders. I was also, after learning of the upcoming county fair in my new hometown, and registering for a booth, building my inventory.
Needless to say, I was exhausted yet thrilled at the changes happening in my life, and that of my grandma, Seymour, and his grandpa, Peter’s.
Speaking of Seymour, he and I had exchanged numbers, at our helpful, and apparently matchmaking, elders, urging. Most of our correspondence regarded our soon-to-be home and all that entailed, such as getting his financial information and signature as he and I would be the official buyers.
Do I understand that risks that come with doing this? Of course.
Would I do anything to make my grandma happy? Darn skippy.
Including, apparently, living with two people I don’t really know, despite spending a good bit of hours with them lately. That didn’t change what was happening, though.
The Champion women were quickly fallen for, or already had, the Regan men.
Word spread, as it does in small towns, and it didn’t take long before questions were asked, offers of help were given, and congratulations were extended.
As if more was happening.
Do they know something I don’t?
Their sly grins suggest they do.
While I wanted to ponder that, and ask my own questions, I had too much to do, too much to prepare, including myself, before gaining three roommates.
Meetings were held with the higher ups at the retirement village, both parties agreeing to part ways amicably with them expressing their sadness my grandma was leaving while wishing her the best.
According to Seymour, his went pretty much the same.
With that aspect resolved, we each commenced emptying our respective relative’s space. There wasn’t much for my grandma as she’d downsized prior to going there, but there was still enough that she was able to live comfortably while there.
As moving day neared, Seymour and I spoke more frequently. In fact, we’d decided that he should be there prior to bringing his grandpa, giving him a chance to get settled. That would allow Seymour to focus on Peter when he made the switch.
The care he showed for the older man, the clear love and affection he had for him, are a true testament to his character and their bond.
If that wasn’t enough to make me swoon over the guy – as if I already wasn’t – then I don’t know what it would take.
But my parents didn’t raise a stupid child, so it definitely did things to me. It showed me how important family is to him. Something that is equally so to me.
My own dad and mom may not agree with some of my choices, specifically those that weren’t ones they’d personally make, yet I know they love me. Just as I do them.
I’m currently going over the remaining bedrooms, having chosen mine previously as I needed a bed to sleep in and a room to set my stuff. I want to make sure everything is set, and it is to the best of my ability.
There’s still a couple hours until I have to leave, so I go to my office, which is now taking up a corner and then some of my bedroom. Fine, my stuff is all over, but I’m trying not to make it sound like the mess, albeit an organized one, that it is.
Before I know it, I need to go. Time flew by, but it was productive. I finished two projects for clients and started others that I’ll use at the fair. I’ve even, after getting permission, been advertising the upcoming event on my website. Encouraging the visitors to it, whether they’re new, potential, or loyal customers, to come check it out.
Some have emailed, letting me know that they’ve made travel arrangements to be here, others have asked what items I’ll have with me. A few placed orders and stated they’d retrieve them while they’re here.
I love meeting them in person, seeing their reactions to my designs, so I’m thrilled by this information. Grandma will get a kick out of it, too. She’s always been my biggest supporter, pushing me to take the steps to make Hannah’s Homemades my only source of income. It’s paid off, covering my expenses and then some. It also gives me the freedom to do it from home, wherever that may be, and give my creative mind free rein to do as it wants. It’s awesome.
I’m in my vehicle and heading toward the village when my phone rings, the tone I designated as Seymour’s echoing around me.
