Bridget giggled. "So that's why he kissed you!" She smiled, glad to have figured out that little mystery.
Thomas couldn't help but laugh, though gently- Bridget was right, mostly. He took a deep breath. "Little Bit, do you know how I've told you stories about your mama, right?"
"Of course, papa! They're my favorite stories that you tell. Like the one about how you met mama in the market? It's sooooo romantic!" Bridget leaned back, gesturing with one hand as if to demonstrate the degree of romance.
Thomas' cheeks flushed a bit, and he gave Abby an almost apologetic smile. "Well, love," he spoke to Bridget again, "I know this will seem a surprise, but we wanted to tell you the truth. Miss Abigail is your mama."
Bridget's eyes widened, and she looked from Thomas to Abby and back. "Do you mean it? My real mama? The one from all the stories?"