Love, Hannah by Staci Hart

Author:Staci Hart
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Staci Hart Novels
Published: 2017-10-24T07:00:00+00:00

Hannah

A few hours later, the four of us sat on the couch watching an animated movie. Well, Charlie and I sat close enough that we touched shoulder to hip to knee, and Maven sat in my lap, but Sammy couldn’t sit still. At that moment, he was sliding across the coffee table on his belly, face turned to the television. Charlie’s eyes were on the papers in his lap—his attempt at working—but when Sammy spun on his stomach and went across the table the way he’d come, Charlie looked up.

“You bored, bud?” he asked.

“Yesssss,” he hissed. “I’m a snake! Ik ben de slang!”

Charlie smiled. “Man, he’s picking that up fast.”

“Ja, hij is jong. He’s young and clever and curious.”

“Well, I’m doomed then.”

I laughed. “Je kunt leren.”

One brow rose. “That sounds a little dirty.”

“You can learn,” I said with my schoolteacher voice. “Juf Hannah will teach you.”

His smile rose on one side. “Oh, I’m sure Juf Hannah could definitely teach me a thing or two.”

I chuckled, but he brought the back of his hand to the back of mine, and we threaded our fingers backward together with a squeeze.

“Come on,” Charlie said and moved to get up, tossing his paperwork on the coffee table. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Sammy crowed and jumped through the living room. “A walk, a walk, a walk!”

Charlie ruffled his hair. “Yeah, get some of that energy out. We’ll have lunch after. What do you say?”

“Let’s goooooo!” The word trailed away as he bolted out of the room and to the bench where his shoes were.

Charlie took Maven and felt her forehead. “I think her fever’s almost gone. Think we can take her on a walk in the stroller?”

“She’s so much better. I think the fresh air might do her good, yeah?”

“Ja,” he said, smiling as he turned to follow Sammy.

We busied ourselves with shoes and jackets and the stroller, saying goodbye to Katie on our way out into the crisp autumn day.

Charlie held Sammy’s hand as we walked toward the park, and I followed with the stroller, watching the two of them talk, Charlie smiling as he looked down at his son, who hadn’t stopped talking since we stepped outside.

The sky was high and cloudless and blue, broken only by the fiery tops of the trees as they began their slumber toward spring. The breeze had just the slightest chill, sweeping leaves away in its currents, whispering with their dry crackling against the pavement that the holidays were coming, that scarves and fires and hot chocolate and cinnamon were around the corner.

My eyes traced the treetops that lined the avenue in matching height, marveling over the rusty shade against the cornflower blue of the sky behind them.

“What a lovely day,” I said when Sammy began humming.

Charlie glanced over our surroundings, up the street of brownstones with their old iron lamps. “It really is. New York in fall is almost as impressive as New York in spring.”

I sighed, smiling. “I would like to see that.”

“You will,” he said, smiling back.

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