"Why don't you go get some shoes on and get Cloud's leash?" Jennie suggested as she ruffled Cloud's messy dark locks, the boy glancing up at her with a small smile before he nodded and vanished to do as he was told.
His curly hair and his knobby knees
The way the sun brings those freckles out
"Mommy, he has my hat!" Curtis exclaimed.
Jennie glanced up from her book to see her son chasing Cloud across the park, the little boy squealing with excitement as he chased the dog who continued to dart through the grass with his Yankees hat.
Chuckling, Jennie marked the book and set it aside before lifting her sunglasses to rest on the top of her head. Leaning back on her hands, Jennie laughed as Curtis threw himself only for Cloud to dart to the side as the seven-year-old slid across the ground.
"There goes the khakis." Jennie mumbled to herself with a roll of her eyes as she stood and brushed her hands together before closing the distance between herself and her son. "You okay there, honey?"
"Ow." Curtis moaned.
"Cloud. Drop it." Jennie ordered in a stern tone, the dog hanging his head as he moved towards her and dropped the hat at the woman's feet. "Good boy. See, baby, all you have to do is be a little stern with him."
"I tried!" Curtis pouted as he rolled onto his back, the sun beaming down on him as he scrunched his nose. "We were playing catch and my hat fell off and he took it! I tried to get him to give it back but he kept running away!"
"Come here," Jennie chuckled as she offered her hand to the child and hauled him to his feet, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. "You know, I swear every time I look at you, you've got a new mole."
"I've only got two." Curtis reminded her with a roll of his eyes.
"Not true." Jennie frowned with a shake of her head as she reached out to tug at her son's ear before poking him on the jaw. "You've got two on your earlobe and you've got one right under your brow, and one on your neck."
"I like my moles, they're just like yours." Curtis reminded her before Cloud's bark caught his attention, the little boy reaching down to scoop up his hat as he pulled it on backwards. "Come on, Cloudy, let's go find your ball."
They're just like your Momma's.
Jennie watched him race away without another word causing her to shake her head with love clearly written across her face, the woman crossing the park once more to park herself on a nearby bench as she watched him play.
"Is he yours?"
Glancing up, Jennie smiled softly at the sight of an elderly man moving towards her, his friendly smile spreading as he lowered himself to sit beside her while the pair stared out at the laughing little boy.
"He is." Jennie nodded.
"I'm not sure why I asked," The man admitted. "He looks just like you."
"Actually," Jennie whispered, ducking her head with a sad smile. "He looks like my wife."
The man simply fell into silence as he noticed the distant expression on Jennie's face as she detached herself from the conversation, her focus once again falling on the reason she had made it through the last three years.
If it wasn't for her son, Jennie wasn't sure how she would've been able to get past the after affects of the car accident that had taken her wife from her; losing her wife had been the hardest thing Jennie had ever been through.
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