Maya
The smell of cinnamon rolls baking filled every corner of my little bakery.
Tummy, my nickname for Christopher, was swinging his legs back and forth as he slid from one booth seat to another. I’d tried about five times already to get him to sit still, but I knew he was just hungry and trying to distract himself.
It was actually kind of adorable.
I stood behind the counter, taking a moment to just watch him. These little idle moments were rare and precious. Watching him be a normal kid, doing normal kid things.
He tried to flip himself over the back of one of the chairs.
“Christopher, no!” I started moving toward him, but Ethan appeared out of nowhere and caught him by the back of his shirt, pulling him upright.
They both burst out laughing.
I shook my head and leaned back agai
