Lana
I was in the kitchen when Rory ran to me. “Mama, someone’s at the door.” He said, and I smiled down at him, grateful he didn’t ran over to open it. I grabbed the towel in front of me on the counter to clean my hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Rory Elijah Booth.” I said with a small smile, then I told him to go drop the toy he was holding and get ready for dinner, before walking to the door.
Pulling it open to find Landon was surprising, even though I had been expecting him. He had rescheduled last week Sunday and couldn’t come by, so I had half expected him not to come even tonight. But thank goodness I hadn’t started to cook when he called to reschedule.
“Hey, hi.” Landon greeted, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand, his other hand occupied with a bottle of wine he was holdi
