I sauntered into the media room, watching in admiration as everything was already set up, but there was something that stood out for me, which was nothing more than the wordless coordination.
The cameramen only had to nod slightly to get the reporter into position while the other lady had to move slightly to get them into the right stance.
"Good morning, Mrs... Brown." The leading man, probably the manager, greeted me cheerfully with outstretched arms, looking around for my husband, who was solidly behind me.
Colton and I had not moved past that incident but wouldn't allow that act as a hindrance to what was supposed to be birthed.
"Good morning, Mr..."
"Finn." He answered even more enthusiastically, a warm contrast against the stiff atmosphere I had initially experienced.
I fixed
