Lon couldn't stop watching Rosie. Her lips kept moving ever so slightly as if she were nursing a bottle while she slept. It was adorable. He couldn't help but smile. And then he thought of Charlie, sadness swept over him. How old was he now? When was the last time he'd seen him?
Ages. It felt.
He remembered the weight of him in his arms, and his dark head of hair. He was so dark. Not like Lon, at all. But it didn't matter. He really felt a connection to him. He still did. Lon was doing so well not to think about it, until now. Until he saw Rosie, and he knew he was missing something. Something was missing from his life, and Sarah had taken it away. Packed up and left. He felt like sobbing, but he wouldn't.
His throat felt so raw now as if he might be sick. He looked at Ellie who was fussing with all the baby stuff Kyle had in the diaper bag.
"Can I go with you, when you take her home?" He felt as if he were pleading. Lon didn't mean too.
"Are you sure? Aren't you suppose to be working?" Ellie looked at him puzzled.
"I could work something out. Haven't taken a day off, you know. Not once this summer." Lon told her. "Besides, I just bought my boss's old pickup. I think he owes me." Lon tried to grin. It was a little pickup truck. It needed a bit of work, but it ran just fine. Rusted from the snowy winters, but it would be great to get him around town this fall and for winter when it set in. He was definitely sticking around. He didn't have to tell Ellie how he felt about her. She knew.
"That would be great." Ellie smiled, gave him a kiss then. Lon smiled back.