As we pull up to the hotel everyone'll be staying at overnight, I ask Elizabeth again if she's sure. I don't want to deprive her of time spent with her only child.
Smiling, she pats my leg. "You go ahead, dear. I think I'll stay here, swap embarrassing stories with your mother."
Her tone is teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief in a way that forcibly reminds me of Edward. I shake my head, laughing. Kissing her cheek, I thank her.
"For what, Jasper?"
"For raising your son to be the wonderful man he is. For welcoming me."
She smiles.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
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Well Momma Masen did a great job with her boy, and he is a lot like her. Jasper is grateful for good reason.
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