“Mommy? Did you always wanna marry daddy?”
Carson Wood glanced at her daughter who twirled in circles, her blue dress flying up around her. She stopped her cooking then ran and grabbed her daughter up in her arms, who screamed playfully then laughed.
Carson sat down and held her in her lap as her daughter, Rebecca, played in her hair.
“Looking back I realize now that he was always the boy that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” Carson said to her, smiling softly.
Rebecca looked up at her mom with wide eyes. “You’re a fortune teller?”
Carson laughed then hugged her daughter close to her chest, kissing her forehead. “No but I had a feeling.”
“I have feelings sometimes!” Rebecca beamed, throwing her arms up in the air.
Carson brushed her six year old daughter’s brown hair behind her ear. She loved her daughter for being so alive and having so much spunk. Rebecca sat down on her mother’s lap pulling her legs up to her chest.
“Tell me about the time you guys saw each other again,” Carson smiled and her eyes glazed as she remembered the day, “Please?”
“Okay, Carson grinned, “One day a girl was walking home from school…”
Carson groaned as she kicked a rock on the sidewalk. She couldn’t believe her brothers had forgotten to pick her up. When she got home, they were going to be in big trouble.
“Why did I turn Kelly’s ride offer down?” she whispered to herself. Carson glanced up at the skies. They were still that pretty light blue color that she loved. At least it wasn’t raining.
“Carson?” She turned her head in the direction of the voice to see a boy with brown hair and eyes the same color as the sky staring at her. “That is you!”
The boy grinned then ran toward her and pulled her in a big hug. Carson pulled away from him.
“Do I know you?”
The boy laughed. “Anthony Wood. We spent all our time together as kids.”
Carson narrowed her eyes at the boy, he did look familiar but she just couldn’t remember. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember.”
The boy- Anthony looked hurt for a second but then nodded like he understood. “You mind if I walk you home? I’d love to see Auntie D.”
“Your mom. Auntie Desdemona.”
How the in the world did her know her moms name? Carson raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Sure, why not?”
They began walking, Carson peeking at him from the corner of her eyes, hoping he wasn’t someone who was going to rob her. Anthony looked at her and smiled.
“I remember my fifth birthday you were angry with me because I gave my first piece of cake to Margaret Young. You wouldn’t talk to me for days, even though I told you sorry. You finally started talking to me when I kissed you on the cheek and held your hand all day.” He laughed at the memory.