The audience went crazy. Underneath the noise and lights, I kissed Sawyer, and tasted his tears that mingled with mine. Then I turned to Olivia and held her close.
“Can I be your Mommy, sweet pea?”
Olivia gave me a perplexed baby look that said, I believe we have already established this, silly woman. Aloud, she said. “You my Mama.”
Sawyer looked about ready to fall apart, and I knew that the last thing my stoic man wanted was to burst into tears in front of fifteen hundred people. I hugged Olivia, and we got to our feet. Sawyer slipped the ring on my finger, and held my hand tight as he kissed me again. The crowd swelled with applause and cheers.
In that perfect moment, Olivia slipped one of her little hands into mine, the other into his, and she held on. And we held on to her—and each other—just as tightly.
The worlds of a poor, aspiring actor and a well-to-do, but troubled girl collide in a small Midwestern town.
In Harmony, coming February, 2018