For My Daughter, Hanna

For My Daughter, Hanna~Chapter Two

Leroy POV (Man at the coffee shop)

My coffee started to get cold and the taste started to become tasteless. Every once in a while days would get bland and lonely for me and today happened to be one of those days. The coffee shop was filled with it's usual crowd. Diane and Margot on their way to work, Johnathan stopping in after his run, and Tiffany dressed in her business outfit looking for a job. Poor thing couldn't get one even if she tried. She wasn't a very social person but she seemed to apply for jobs that required social skills. I had a real knack for remembering names and faces. My eyes wandered to the door, watching as a women came in. She had never come there before from what he knw. He didn't know her name and he did not recognize her at all. She was beautiful, he thought to himself, playing with the lid to his coffee cup to entertain himself. Her hair follows the curves of her face perfectly, swooping outword above her chest. Her eyes look a deep blue from this angle..I knew she must have imperfections but I couldn't help but note her beauty. She is a bit shorter than me. Five foot maybe? Those clothes fit perfectly on her and they show off her curves.. "I'm getting carried away." I mumbled to myself. I watched as the line move and she gradually made her way to the front of the line.  

"French vanilla please?" she smiled at the worker at the counter. I listened to her voice and almost melted when I saw her smile. She must be married. I observed her hand and didn't spot a ring. Well then she must have a boyfriend. She's too beautiful to be alone..My thoughts fumbled around my brain, pushing away my loniness. I hopped out of the booth I was sitting in and ran to the counter, trying not to spill my coffee and make a fool out of myself. It splashed around inside the cup, making all sorts of noises. The person at the counter, Jake I think it was, turned their head to me.  

"May I help you sir?"  

"Can I have some creamers please?" I asked, glancing over at the women with bright smile. "Hello." 

"Good morning." Her voice was so gentle and soft, it flooded into my body. I stared at her and nodded after a few seconds to comprehend her words. I let out a small grunt of agreement and I heard her laugh. 

"I'm Leroy." I outstreched my hand, waiting to feel her touch. She carefully shook my hand, her skin touching mine. It felt like an electric shook hand run up my arm and smacked me in the face. After a few more seconds she pulled her hand away and she took her coffee.  

"Nice to meet you. I'm Poppy." she turned and started towards a table, sitting down alone. I snatched the creamers Jake had put beside my cold coffee and strides over to her.  

"Mind if I sit with you?" My voice came out small and hoarse, making me seem weak. She gave me a welcoming smile that meant I could sit. I slowly sat down in the empty seat across from her, trying not to act desperate. I hadn't dated in god knows how many years. The last girlfriend I had was when I was 21. I'm 26 now..How old is she?! "I-I don't mean to be rude but..how old are you?" I stuttered, looking straight down at the table with embarrassment. I know, it's not normal for me to act younger than my age but I get nervous around women.  

"I'm 19." she said to him, sipping her coffee gracefully. Her fingers curved around the coffee cup, supporting the bottom of the cup with her finger tips.  

"A-Are you married?" I nervously asked, running my hand over my forhead to brush away the sweat.  

"I was." Poppy smiled at him, placing her cup in front of her on the table. "For about three years." A slight pinkness came to her cheeks. 

"You were married at sixteen?" I asked curiously. The youngest married couple I had met were married when they were fourteen which was surprising to him.  

"Yes. Every thinks it was an irresponsible move and I do have to admit that it was difficult. Especially having a three year old daughter.." I felt my eyes widen at her reply. A daughter? She's 19? She doesn't have a husband? She's taking care of her three year old daughter by herself and she's 19? 

"Wow." I can't manage to say anything better?! Wow? That's all I can say? Stupid!

Poppy's POV

"Mommy? I love you! Soooo soooo much! You are great mommy!!" My cheeks warmed when I heard my daughter's voice come from my phone.  

"Excuse me for a moment." I told Leroy as I opened my phone. He nodded and stood up to throw away his empty cup. "Carol?What's up?" A smile spread across my face until I heard her words. "W-what? Is she alright?!" I tried to keep my voice down so I would not disturd others in the coffee shop. "Leroy! I have to leave." I didn't even bother to say goodbye to him or leave him my phone number so we could talk sometime. My words left my mouth so quick they sounded as if they were one word. I wished I didn't have to leave so I could continue talking to him but I had to meet Carol at the hospital. I stumbled out the door and ran to the hospital. It was far away, yes, but it would take more time to get the car.

I followed the nurse anxiously to the room Hanna was in. My hands were shaking like mad. Not because they were cold, but because I was scared. I rushed into the room, crawling onto the bed next to her. 

"Ma'am, please don't lay on the bed.." One of he nurses in the room said quietly. The look on her face could tell Poppy wouldn't listen to her.  

"Mommy?" Hanna's little voice rung in her head. Her little arms wrapped around her mothers stomach. She curled up next to her like a cat.  

"How are you cutie?" I whispered, looking at the IVs that were attacked to her. I had always felt bad for her whenever she was in the hospital. I knew I wouldn't want to be hooked up and monotered all the time.  

"I'm tired. And I hurt." she said, looking at her mothers worried face. She batted her eyelashes against her mothers and gave her butterfly kisses.  

"Don't worry. You'll be home soon and we can go do something. Like the carnival." I hoped to boost up her confidence a tad. A bright smile came upon her face and she nodded happily. "The carnival it is then!"

Here is my attempt for a second chapter. It's probably worse than the first but I'm trying to think interesting thoughts. Vote, comment, become a fan? Thanks. :)