Leah grinned as she watched the impromptu tickle fight across the table from her. Kori was good with kids. That was one thing she and Leah truly did have in common, or so Leah hoped, anyway. Her child-rearing skills had been put on too long of a hiatus, so she wasn’t quite as confident in the maternal role as she used to be. Maybe it was good that her sister was in charge of the daycare center, after all. A good way to remind Leah of the things she used to know how to do instinctively.
“Definitely safer,” she said, nodding her agreement. She wasn’t as great at soccer as she was at volleyball, but when it came to introducing Marigold to the world of sports, kicking a ball was easier than throwing or hitting one.
“All three of us might need a nap after playing soccer,” Leah said, laughing lightly. “But if we’re awake, painting could be fun.” Her smile quirked when Kori comforted her in her own way about Leah’s lack of knitting skills. “Oh please, sis. You can hardly tell anything you make has mistakes. I didn’t notice any in those gloves you made me this past winter.”
The suggestion of making a quilt for Marigold was met with a thoughtfully pleased expression. “I like that idea,” she admitted sincerely. “Especially if it’s easy to do.” A thought occurred to her and she pressed her lips together, staring at her hands on the table. “You know, I kind of wish I still had some of those baby blankets and clothes I was gonna use when Mari was born. They’d be perfect for fabric scraps.” She smiled wistfully. All of those things were back in her apartment in Queens, unless some looter had taken them.