Life goes on
thewasp-janetvandyne
“It’s a possibility,” She had replied. “But you’re pretty easy on the eyes too. Plus, men with children or dogs are almost always 10 times cuter than they are when alone.” Really, Hank should give himself more credit. He was a very handsome man and she couldn’t help but feel a little smug that he was with her.
She smiled when their house came into view. She chuckled at Hank’s description of Queenie. It was hard to not talk about her like she was a person. For an animal, she really had her own personality. She unbuckled as Hank pulled the car into the driveway and finally stopped. She opened the door and got out, taking a minute to stretch. She chuckled when she heard Ollie’s excited cry.
“Well, you can’t blame him. He likes to wiggle a lot and he can’t in that seat.” She said, shutting the door. “Not that we can talk. I mean, we were pretty curious and adventurous children too.” She knew she for one hated having to be strapped down. She gave her parents a tough time every time. Though, her mom always had some kind of candy to bribe her with to get her to cooperate,
She looked up at the sky and nodded at Hank’s statement. She opened the backdoor of the car and grabbed the baby bag, her briefcase, and Hank’s as well before walking over to the front door of the house.
Hank followed Jan, taking his messenger bag from her to help her out, and they got inside. “Here you go, Sunshine.” He carried Ollie to the entrance to the living room and let him walk on his own to the pile of big plastic construction blocks that was in a corner of the room. The baby ended up crawling on all fours across the living room, too happy to see his toys again.
He dropped his bag on the kitchen table and turned to Jan. “You know, as I watch Ollie, and from what you’ve been telling me, you must have been quite a handful as a child.” He smiled at her, imagining a little Jan running around while her mother tried to catch her, getting dirty or asking a million questions. He was glad that Jan’s mother seemed to have understood what it meant to be a child, and let Jan be one, despite their social rank and conventions, or what other people might say or think.
“Alright… I’ll take this to my office for later. I don’t really feel like starting to grade those essays right now.” He picked up his bag and headed for the room across the hall, only to come back a few seconds later. “What about you? Did you bring a lot of work?” He had that crooked smile on his face, implying he hoped she didn’t.