Henry felt his
gut clench then his throat dried. He blinked then blinked again, not believing
who was standing behind the counter. He handed Sammy to Cindy, the nanny, and
then he slowly walked towards her. She came around the counter and walked
towards him as well. He looked down at her, then a grin spread widely across
his face and he swept her up in his arms.
“Well, you're
certainly a sight for sore eyes!” he said.
“Henry,” he
heard Samantha whisper his name.
He finally sat
her down and began asking a slew of questions. “When did you get back to New
York? How long have you been here? How have you been?”
“She's been
crying Daddy,” Sammy blurted out loudly.
He looked over
his shoulder at his son, then turned back to Samantha and studied her face.
He'd been so stunned to see her that he hadn't noticed her red puffy eyes
before. Instantly, that protectiveness he always felt for her kicked in. He
cupped her cheek in his hand and asked, “What's wrong?”
She shrugged
out of his arms as she shook her head. “Nothing I can't handle.” She was lying
and he knew it.
“Sam,” he said
her name in such a way to let her know he was calling her bluff and gave her a
look that said talk to me.
“Henry,” she
said with a wobbly smile, “I don't want the first thing we talk about after not
seeing each other for over ten years to be depressing news.” She looked over at
Sammy. “Especially in front of your son.” Her eyes grew wide. She covered her
hands over her mouth then let out a loud laugh. “Your son! Oh my
goodness Henry! You have a son.”
She began
laughing hysterically. Henry was sure she'd lost it. He grabbed her elbow and
guided her to a seat. “Don't move,” he commanded.
He walked back
over to his son.
“Daddy, why is the lady laughing now?”
“Daddy, why is the lady laughing now?”
He blew out a
breath. “That lady is an old friend of mine and your aunt Tanya. She doesn't
seem to be having a very good day.” It can't be any worse than mine has been
though, he thought to himself.
Sammy nodded.
“Do you know why she was crying earlier?”
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