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“You should come have dinner with us?” Hannah suggests. “Mom always makes too much.”
“She’s right. I do. You’re more than welcome for dinner.”
He looks down at the girls again before nodding in agreement.
“Give me an hour. I need to get these two washed first.”
“Sure,” he says. “See you in an hour.” With a final sweep of my face, he dips his chin and walks away, calling Missy after him.
Twenty-one
“Mom, you know what we should do?”
“Don’t speak with your mouth full?” I suggest.
Hannah’s mouth snaps shut before she holds up a finger. “Hold on,” she mumbles.
At the same time, Isabel offers her spoon to Logan. He leans close and pretends to eat it while rubbing his stomach. “Yummy.”
That must be the tenth time she’s done it. If it annoys him, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he picks up her spoon, fills it with more food and hollers, “Here comes the train.” She opens her mouth wide and giggles.
My ovaries skip a beat.
I don’t know why, but I always assumed he wouldn’t like children.
Isabel offers more food, Logan pretends to eat it, then he feeds her.
I've told him that I'll take over, and that she's capable of feeding herself. She's just choosing not to. He demanded I sit and eat my dinner. I have to admit, it’s nice to have a meal without getting covered with Isabel’s. Now every time she drops her food, Missy is quick to lick it off the floor.
“I’m having her around every evening. She’s making clean up a lot easier.”
He rubs behind Missy’s ears. “You won’t find any shame with this one.”
Isabel screams, demanding attention. “My turn, Loggie.”
Hannah finally swallows her food, clears her throat, and sets her fork down. Crossing her arms, she leans them on the table.
I’ve entered her office.
“Go on,” I prompt.
She blinks faster which means she’s going to ask for something.
Strength, Beth.
You can say no.
“Me and Isabel spoke about this earlier.” Although Isabel’s speech is still incoherent to most, I think these two girls have created their own language, so I believe they’ve had a discussion. “Can we have a playhouse for outside? When it rains, we can go in there.”
“Is that so?”
“That is so.” She turns to Isabel. “Isn’t it?”
An enthusiastic nod from Isabel. “So, Momma,” she agrees.
Logan chuckles, eyes bouncing between the three of us. “Do they always team up like this?”
I give him a sidelong glance. “Welcome to my world.”
