Young lass

Ch. 2

It was a Saturday morning she woke up freely striving to her thoughts away from work she decided to take wee Fergus on a walk with her after lunch.

She bundled him up in his coat with a scarf and a hat, she did the same for herself.

"Come on buddy," she said holding her hand out to him, Fergus grabbed her hand still holding on to his favorite stuffed bunny.

He babbled as they walked down the sidewalk.

She talked to nice neighbors here and there simply just saying 'Hey' or waving. Fergus was the reason she'd had to stop to talk to people he was always so talkative and divine toward people.

They stopped at a park where Fergus quickly rushed over to the swing, she placed him inside of the set and pushed him back and forth that was his favorite thing when coming to the park.

"Excuse me miss," someone said from behind her in a husky thick voice.

She jumped from that and quickly turned around. He was tall with a figure and extremely handsome she thought, he had hazel eyes dark short hair with a fair skin tone, "Oh hello," she said breathlessly. "What can I do for you?"

"Sorry if I scared you, I was looking at you for quite some time while you were here not in a weird way," he said with a laugh while stroking his dark hair back, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Uh— um maybe some other time, I don't drink around my son," She explained.

The man seemed slightly offended at first but soon he gave her a grin, "No worries," he said, "Another time?" he handed her a slow piece of paper with his number on it.

"Adorable little guy," he said looking over at Fergus he gave him a small smile, and Claire smiled at the comment herself.

"Oh I'm sorry—I'm Claire by the way," she introduced herself to him holding her hand out to him.

"Frank Randall," he said sharply taking her hand with a gentle shake.

Fergus started to fuss, Claire quickly took him out of the swing, "I have to get back
home—I'll see you around?" Claire stammered feeling flustered under his gaze.

"I hope so," Frank said giving her a small smile before he quickly walked away.

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She arrived home carrying Fergus in her arms he was fast asleep and had drooled on her jacket. She laid him on the couch with clean clothes changing him into his pajamas and getting him comfortable with a blanket.

She sat on the couch right next to him cuddled in a warm blanket while reading a novel named  'A Tale of Two Cities'.

As she read Fergus started to cry softly, "What is it?" she asked putting the book aside.

"Bunny," he mumbled so lowly but Claire knew exactly what he was talking about.

"It's okay baby, I'll find Bunny," she said gently kissing his head as she put the blanket back and stood up.

She searched everywhere and remembered he brought it with her when they went to the Park, 'Did he drop it somewhere?' she couldn't find it around the house.

She went back over to Fergus who was still teary-eyed, "I believe you lost him," she told him gently running her hand through his hair.

She held him in her arms and shushed him just like she did any other time she needed him to fall asleep, she rocked him slowly rubbing her hand against his back.

After a few minutes, he fell asleep in her arms.

Moments later she carried Fergus to his room lying him down on the bed and tucking him in.