“Wenny?” A little voice piped. A small boy who was the spitting image of Charles rubbed his eyes with the back of his tiny hand. He had a brown teddy bear clutched to his chest with the other.
Wendy immediately set her mug back on the counter and scooped up the little boy in her arms. “Good morning, Ben. Did we wake you up?” She spoke to him softly and gave him an affectionate squeeze. He nodded and leaned forward to put his arms around her neck, returning the hug. She turned her head to Laurel, who was marveling at the loving exchange in front of her.
“Ben, this is Miss Laurel. Can you say ‘hi’ to her?” She smiled as she looked at him and then to Laurel.
“Hi, Miss Warwuw,” the boy said shyly and then buried his face in Wendy’s shiny black waves. “It’s okay, honey. She’s a friend,” She
