Of course, when Mohinder sat down, Molly was attached to his hip, sitting down right next to him. Her eyes were wide, dancing, as she hung onto his every word. Her smile only grew at the prospect of him reading to her again; out of the many things she missed living with Mohinder and Matt, was the fact they read to her. She could very well read by herself, but she remembered not a week before—before the Boogeyman sent her parents to Heaven telling her parents she was too old to be read to, that only babies had their parents read to them.
She never wanted to make that mistake again.
She released a giggle as she bobbed her head enthusiastically. “I won’t tell, promise!” She even ‘zipped’ her lips with her index finger to cement the deal. And then a thought hit her. “Are you going to stay in your old room, too?” Because that was where she had been staying, where she had slept and made her bed. She didn’t mind sharing a room with him in the least bit; in fact, knowing he was still there when she went to sleep, and still there when she woke up, would be the greatest thing in the whole world.
And just like Molly had said; she had been waiting for him for a very long time.