Hope squatted down to hug Luke and Willow, the two little ones with red eyes. Hope pinched their small noses, "Why are you crying when you see Mommy?"
Willow burrowed into Hope's arms, mumbling softly, "I missed Mommy."
Luke also nodded, pursing his small mouth as he looked at Hope, "Luke missed Mommy too."
Seeing these two little ones looking so pitiful, Hope found it both amusing and heart-wrenching.
Luke, "Is Mommy's health better? Daddy said Mommy is recovering at a grandfather's house."
Hope, "Mommy is much better. The grandfather treating Mommy is very skilled. Later, Mommy will take you to meet him."
The two little ones nodded, "Okay."
Hope stood up and reached out to hold Baby, "Let me hug Baby."
Baby, comfortably nestled in Waylon Lewis's arms wearing a cozy coat, turned its eyes when Hope reached out. Baby's small raised hand grasped aimlessly in the air.
Hope affectionately lowered her head and kissed Baby's soft cheek, "Does Baby miss Mommy too? Doesn't he?"
