[It was later than he'd intended. A bit absent minded. But when he pulled up and got out of his car, he just sort of stared at her for a while. She looked like... she belonged. With his child. In that house. Like she'd been there the whole time. He almost expected a 'welcome home, dear'.
He grimaced. Was he thinking about his late wife..? It was .... entirely too soon...
The happy thoughts disappeared and he stepped up to the porch.]
Sorry, for being late. It looks like you have a handle on things, though.
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He grimaced. Was he thinking about his late wife..? It was .... entirely too soon...
The happy thoughts disappeared and he stepped up to the porch.]
Sorry, for being late. It looks like you have a handle on things, though.