First of all, Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful moms, mothers, and mammas out there!
I would be remiss if I didn’t put up a little something about a mom, now, wouldn’t I?
Here’s a little interaction between Abby Laine and her mom Hannah from my first romantic suspense A PRIDE OF BROTHERS: RICK.
“Rick’s going to drive you home,” Hannah told her as she helped her daughter into the T-shirt and sweat pants she’d brought from her apartment while Rick waited outside the room. “I’ll let you get all settled and rest a bit before I descend on you again to help out.”
“Mom, I’ll be fine,” Abby said. “You don’t need to hover.”
“I’m not hovering.” Hannah held Abby’s shoes as her daughter slipped into them. “I’m concerned about you.”
“You don’t need to be,” Abby replied instantly. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
Hannah stood upright, fisted her hands on her hips, and tossed Abby the same glare Grandma Sophie used to. “Of course you will,” she said with a shake of her head. “And even if you weren’t, you’d never tell me otherwise, but—” She raised a hand as Abby started to speak. “Pretend you need some looking after anyway, will you? If for no other reason than to make your old mother feel useful, okay?”
“Mom.” Overcome, Abby reached her arms out. Hannah moved into them and slipped her hands around her daughter’s waist. With her head on her mother’s shoulder, Abby said, “You’re not old, and you’re always useful. I’ll always need you.”
Hannah chuckled and sniffed. Pulling back, Abby was surprised at the tears swimming in her mother’s beautiful and expressive eyes.
“You know,” Hannah said, “that’s the first time since you were eleven years old you’ve told me you need me for something. I have to admit, I’ve missed hearing it all these years.”
“Mom.” Abby swiped her hands down her mother’s arms and held her hands. “I haven’t been the best daughter.”
“Well…” Hannah grinned. “It certainly wouldn’t kill you to call more often, that’s the truth.”
Abby laughed, then winced. “Ow.” She braced a hand over the bandage under her sweats.
“Of all my girls, you’re the one with the tightest lips,” Hannah said, glancing down at her daughter’s hand, then back up to her face. “And the softest heart.”
Abby rolled her eyes. “Don’t let any of my colleagues hear you. I have a reputation as a hard-ass.”
“Uh-oh. Now I know where Kandy gets that tone.”
“I know why you keep things so close,” Hannah said. “Why you’re so tightlipped and never want anyone to worry, but Abby, you’re my daughter. Whether you tell me to or not, I’ll always worry about you. I love you with all my heart.”
Her own eyes now filling, Abby nodded. “I love you, too. I know I don’t say it enough, and I’m sorry for that. I need to say it more. Show it more.”
“Actions are always better than words,” Hannah said with a grin, “so I’ll be expecting more phone calls in the future. And speaking of actions,” she added when Abby smiled at her, “Rick’s actions have been screaming.”
Abby went stone still. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
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Until next time ~ Peg