Re: Tag Scott Lang
The moment Madison was on the ground, Jeannie embraced her daughter in a tight hug as if she hated seen her daughter in a while. From her crouched position, she looked up to see the young girl address her father. Jeannie looked between them. Dads often came off less creepy weirdos, it seemed.
"Thank you... I didn't even think I'd see my daughter again. I got here without her." How she came, though, Jeannie was now suspicious of. She was going to be selfish at the moment and just be happy her child was here with her.
She planted a kiss on Madison's forehead and then rose to her feet again. One hand holding Madson's hand, the other arm out-stretched to the man.
"I'm Jeannie. Jeannie Miller. Just got here yesterday."