The Seattle December air blows chilly to our backs as we walk to the preschool. It's only nine blocks, so not too far of a walk. Harry hasn't said much, but I'm guessing he's excited.
"The media doesn't know you're here right?" I ask out of the blue. I don't want to be ambushed with a three year old.
"I wouldn't let them near you or my kid, no." I nod and we come to our first street. He suddenly grabs my hand and then retracts with a pink embarrassment on his cheeks.
"Sorry, old habits die hard right?" He says, trying to sound happy but it comes out heart wrenching. I grab his hand and squeeze, taking my other hand and holding his arm as we walk. He smiles instantly, those handsome dimples showing up.
We cross the remaining streets in a comfortable silence. We come upon the preschool called ELCDP or early learning child developmental program.
"Goofy name," Harry mutters, staring at the engraved letters.
"I know," I chuckle. Soon, tons of little kids are running out to cars and parents with the school aids. Harry's hands are shoved into his pockets and he refuses to lift his stare from the ground while chewing furiously on his bottom lip. "Woah," I laugh as a little boy wraps his arms around my legs. Harry jumps at the sight, looking like he's going to explode into glitter. "Daniel, where is your mother?" I ask the child that isn't mine who will forever and always have a crush on me.
"Ovwa therrrrrr," he says, pointing. I tap his chin and nod my head for him to go to his moms car. He happily bounces over there.
"I almost thought that monster was ours," Harry says. I laugh.
"Nope, Daniel just loves me for some reason."
"Can't blame him," Harry says, staring into my eyes.
A high pitched scream is heard and a girl in an emerald green puffer coat comes running out the doors. She's lanky, long legs, long arms and a thin everything, like her mum. Beautiful auburn curly hair that's bouncing adorably. And of course she's wearing matching combat boots to her mums.
Violet swings her up into the air and into her arms. She smooches this little girls face until the girl is using her hands to shove Violet off while laughing. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.
"I want you to meet a very special friend of mommys," Violet says, turning her body towards mine.
"Hi, I'm Harry," I tell her and she blinks at me, big green eyes hesitantly looking me over. She gasps a little, and I don't really know why but it's hella cute.
"You gots a necklace," she states, her eyes glued to my the base of my neck.
"Yes I do, wanna see it?" I ask her.
"Hmmmm, I dunno if you can hold me," she says. I burst into laughter, and she seems more than happy with herself and that quick wit.
"Why don't you tell him your name baby?" Violet whispers loud enough for me to hear.
"It's Darcy Anne Styles, dats my full name but just call me Darcy." I don't know what to say. She gave her my name, and my mums middle name. You'd think Violet would have used Marshall and not even bothered with any of those names. Those names all link to me.
"It's nice to meet you, Darcy."
"Mom has to put you down babe," I tell her. She pouts her lip as we wait for the pedestrian light to change.
"Noooooooo," she whines. "It's only been, I dunno, fwee blocks." I smile and shake my head. Sometimes it's just harder when you child is smart because then they question everything.