Page 19 of Make Me Trust Again
“Mom!” Kyle’s groan snaps me out of my thoughts.
I give him my sternest look and lift one finger in warning. Kyle closes his mouth, and my gaze falls on the cookies.
Before I can think too much about it, I grab a plate from the cupboard and stack it with cookies before wrapping it in foil. With box and plate in hand, I turn around to find my son watching me expectantly.
Are we going yet?
I raise my brow. “You wanna stay home?”
He shakes his head.
“I didn’t think so.” I notice the backpack on his shoulders. “Do you have everything?”
“Yes! Can we go now?”He lifts his hands in exasperation, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
The smile he flashes me is almost blinding, and before I know it, he’s running toward the front door.
Shaking my head at his retreating back, I quickly grab my bag and follow after him. I’m barely out of the door by the time Kyle is inside the truck, bouncing in his booster seat.
I slide inside, placing my things next to me. My gaze darts up as I make sure that he’s all buckled in before starting the car.
The drive is short, something I’m thankful for because Kyle all but falls out of the truck when I pull in front of a tall, two-story colonial house.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and grab the plastic box before following Kyle. I barely make it to the front porch before he’s ringing the doorbell.
I place my hand on his shoulder and wait for him to look at me. Most moms would call out to their child. If I’m being honest, some days I still struggle with that. It came natural to me to raise my voice or simply speak to get somebody’s attention, but Kyle couldn’t hear me.
“Let’s try not to break down the door?”
Kyle gives me a sheepish grin. One of his front teeth is askew. He’s been complaining that it’s been loose, and it looked like it would fall out sooner rather than later.
The sound of soft footsteps comes, and the moment the door swings open, a loud cheer rings in the air as a small boy crashes into Kyle, pulling him into a hug.
“You’d think they haven’t seen each other in months.” Savannah chuckles softly, shifting a small bundle from one arm to another.
“I know; Kyle’s been so impatient the whole morning.” My gaze falls to the baby nestled against her chest, and I can feel my heart melt. “Oh, my, she’s precious,” I whisper softly, so as not to wake her.
Savannah glances down at her daughter, who is dressed in the cutest pink onesie with a matching white and pink bow sitting on her head. Her soft blonde curls are wild around herhead, making my fingers itch to smooth them back, and inhale her sweet baby scent.
“She’s precious now.” Savannah brushes her lips over the top of the baby’s head. “You wouldn’t think the same if you came fifteen minutes earlier. She’s been fussy today and couldn’t fall asleep in her bed. I tried putting her down after she fell asleep in my arms, but nope, she wakes up every time, so I just gave up. I think she might be teething. God knows.”
“Could be. She’s what? Six months old?”
“Yes, I can’t believe it. It feels like we brought her home from the hospital just yesterday.”
“That first year passes so fast,” I agree, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Are you sure you’re up for this? Levi could have come to our place.”
She waves me off. “It’s fine. They’ll play together, so I’m not worried about that.”
“Well, if it becomes too much, just give me a call, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Also, I brought cookies for everybody.”
Savannah takes the box from me. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s not a problem. Helping me bake entertained Kyle for a little while at least.”
My gaze shifts to the two boys to find them signing to each other. Levi’s brows are pulled together in concentration as he tries to remember something.
