Savannah really didn’t know how it had all happened so quickly.
One second, she was walking through the market looking for the milk when she damn near collided with the muscular frame of the last person she expected to see – her ex-husband, Seth Wadcock. It was awkward, to say the very least, considering how hard she worked at avoiding him at all costs, but somehow they had managed to get through their ‘hellos’, and before she knew what she was doing she was asking about Leanne, and then he was extending an invitation for her to join the two of them at the park the next afternoon.
And then she had agreed to it.
The whole thing seemed like a blur, but she couldn’t back out now. Not that she necessarily wanted to, but it had nothing to do with the man who had almost knocked her back a step or two on her way down the aisle. She honestly missed the little girl – the one who she had been sending birthday cards and gifts to, even after the divorce between she and her father was over and done with. Savannah had stayed with Seth for two reasons after she had shown up on the doorstep that was, at the time, theirs: she loved him, and she didn’t think it was fair, for another woman to abandon the child like her own mother had. For a while, Savannah had been the mother figure in her life, but it was so hard to see her when she knew that meant having to confront her father, as well.
Savannah smoothed out the fabric of her shirt, seated on a bench off to the side of the playground where Seth had told her to meet them. She had arrived early, so she could buy a cup of coffee at the shop nearby. She was…well, she was nervous, to be honest, and wished that they would hurry up as she took a sip of her coffee, her legs crossed at the knee with her foot bobbing.
She wondered, while she waited, how big Leanne had gotten…and if she even remembered who she was.
Her eyes closed at the thought, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, wetting her lips before re-opening her eyes, watching the other children play.
One second, she was walking through the market looking for the milk when she damn near collided with the muscular frame of the last person she expected to see – her ex-husband, Seth Wadcock. It was awkward, to say the very least, considering how hard she worked at avoiding him at all costs, but somehow they had managed to get through their ‘hellos’, and before she knew what she was doing she was asking about Leanne, and then he was extending an invitation for her to join the two of them at the park the next afternoon.
And then she had agreed to it.
The whole thing seemed like a blur, but she couldn’t back out now. Not that she necessarily wanted to, but it had nothing to do with the man who had almost knocked her back a step or two on her way down the aisle. She honestly missed the little girl – the one who she had been sending birthday cards and gifts to, even after the divorce between she and her father was over and done with. Savannah had stayed with Seth for two reasons after she had shown up on the doorstep that was, at the time, theirs: she loved him, and she didn’t think it was fair, for another woman to abandon the child like her own mother had. For a while, Savannah had been the mother figure in her life, but it was so hard to see her when she knew that meant having to confront her father, as well.
Savannah smoothed out the fabric of her shirt, seated on a bench off to the side of the playground where Seth had told her to meet them. She had arrived early, so she could buy a cup of coffee at the shop nearby. She was…well, she was nervous, to be honest, and wished that they would hurry up as she took a sip of her coffee, her legs crossed at the knee with her foot bobbing.
She wondered, while she waited, how big Leanne had gotten…and if she even remembered who she was.
Her eyes closed at the thought, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, wetting her lips before re-opening her eyes, watching the other children play.
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