Harry’s POV
My morning with Maura was one of the most enjoyable conversations that I had in quite a while. I hated having to leave, but I knew that if I didn’t make it to my families’ annual New Year’s Day, I would be in the dog house.
So, I made my way to the hotel where Mum and Gemma were staying at while they were in London on their annual post Boxing Day shopping trip. Luckily, it was not too far of a walk; however, what made it interesting was dodging the wacky drivers while crossing the streets. Many of them, I think, have made it a game of seeing who can splash cold water from the puddles on the street onto those of us strolling along the sidewalk. Luckily, I had just dashed up the stairs to the entrance of the hotel, before a splash hit the next walker behind me. At his shriek, I turned around and saw that the poor chap’s trousers were soaked from the knees down. I hope he is a hotel guest; otherwise, he is going to be quite uncomfortable until he can get a chance to change his clothes and shoes.
As, I pushed my way through the entrance’s revolving door, I noticed that there were quite a few people milling about the lobby. One particular group caught my eye, as they appeared to be a young family. There was a cute wriggly blond pigtailed toddler being carried by a woman, whom I assumed was her mother. The little girl looked upset and kept babbling and pointing to the floor a little bit behind her mum and making grabby hands. I looked quickly down at the floor and saw the tiniest stuffed orange tabby cat. I quickly walked over and rescued the tiny stuffed creature before it was stepped on or kicked across the floor. Straightening up, I quickly looked around and located the little girl and noticed that she had started crying and her parents were trying to figure out what was wrong.
I moved through the crowd quickly and approached the family, stepping in the mother’s line of sight I spoke calmly, “Mam? I think your daughter dropped her toy cat.”
The woman looked over to the orange stuffed kitty in my hand and then back at the little girl. Inquiring, “Lux, where you trying to tell Mummy that Mao was missing?” The litter girl rapidly nodded her tear streaked face in response, as she tried to catch her breath and calm down. “Lux, look behind you and see what this nice gentleman found for you.”
The little girl turned and her face became the largest smiley face you had ever seen. Her grabby hands came back and she muttered, “Mao, my Mao.” As I moved closer, she grabbed her Mao from my hands and clutched it under her arm and then she leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek.
“Your welcome, Lux, and thank you for my kiss,” I replied to the cute pigtailed toddler. It was then I noticed that the father had his hand out for a shake, as I reached in with my hand he said, “Thank you so much, we couldn’t figure out what had her so upset. If you hadn’t have found her Mao, it would have been a nightmare of a four hour drive back home. You are a godsend!”
“No problem, I’m a sucker for teary eyed little one and lost kitty cats. Happy to be of some help! Safe travels on your drive.” I wave bye-bye to Lux and resume my path towards the hotel’s restaurant.
I spotted Mum and Gemma at their table and made my way over to them. As I reach the table, I lean down and give my Mum a kiss on the cheek and a smile and a wink at my sister.
As, I take my seat, I broached the easiest topic of the day, “Well ladies, where haven’t you shopped yet?”
