Page 30 of Yours To Hold
I know she’s in good hands, but it still makes me anxious I’m not with her.
“Here we go!” Ivy yells as we tip over the edge of the track and start a slow cruise down.
It doesn’t take long before Willow’s laugh hits me. She’s giddy as we coast back and forth across the face of the mountain. A few dips here and there, but nothing crazy.
It’s perfect for Willow.
As the ride finally comes to a stop, Willow and Ivy are hugging as I unfold myself from the tiny seat.
“Daddy! That was so much fun!” Willow leaps into my arms.
“Yeah? You liked it?” I hug her to me.
Ivy’s watching the two of us, a smile on her face.
“I wasn’t scared at all! We went so fast.”
“You did great.”
Willow hops out of my arms and runs to grab Ivy’s hand. “Can we get ice cream now?”
“What kind do you want?” I grab Willow’s other hand and start the walk over to the town square.
“How many scoops can I get?” Willow asks, swinging both of our arms.
“Two.”
“Two?” she whines.
“You don’t want to get sick before dinner,” Ivy tells her.
“Are we having broccoli?”
“How did you get my kid to start eating broccoli?”
Ivy’s eyes meet my own as we stop at a crosswalk. “It’s my own special trick.”
“I can’t get this one to eat anything. I’m glad I have you.”
Ivy’s bright eyes widen slightly, the sun reflecting in them.
The light changes before I can say anything, and we cross over to the town square.
Way to make an idiot out of yourself.
“Why are there antlers here?” Willow asks as we pass under one of the arches that line the town square.
“You know all the elk that roam around on the ranch?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ivy’s eyes are glued to mine as we come to a stop in front of the ice cream shop.
“They lose their antlers in the spring and they use them for this.”
“How do you know that?” Willow asks, stepping up to the counter.
“Daddies know things.”
