Mama was working late tonight, which meant Emily had Sarah all to herself, and even though she knew she needed to get her baby girl to bed before too long, she just hadn't been able to resist spending most of the afternoon and evening out and about. They'd done a bunch of window shopping, spent some time at a park, and then picked up something for dinner, getting extra to put in the fridge for her mom. All in all, it had been a really good day, and Emily was in very good spirits when she finally pulled in the drive at home.
Slinging her purse and the diaper bag over her shoulder, she got Sarah out of her car seat and let her stand next to the car, holding her hand as she reached in to lock the car. "All right, sweetie pie, hold Mama's hand. C'mon, let's go on inside now," she cooed to her little girl, smiling proudly at the way Sarah walked up the drive toward the house, holding onto her hand still. Only once she reached the front door did she notice the bag hanging on the doorknob. Well, that was different. Not wanting Sarah to run off while she figured out just what was going on with it, she plucked it up, pulling the strap over her arm as she shifted her keys around to unlock the door.
It was a good hour later by the time Emily remembered the bag, after she'd got everything put away and Sarah was fast asleep and she was changed into comfortable pajamas. Luckily, she remembered it before she got comfortable and settled in, grabbing it from the counter and heading to the couch. Looking inside, she spotted the note first, pulling it out to read it. She was glad that no one else was around to see the way she smiled as she read the note, more because of who it was from rather than the content of it. Still, she couldn't say she was disappointed that he was sharing some of his stuff with her, though she was a bit surprised at just how many CDs he'd given her to listen to. She set them aside so she could turn on her rather ancient laptop, waiting until it had finished booting up to pick up the top CD, opening it without looking at the leaflet and taking the disk out to put it in the computer.
She'd got through half of that first CD before it had sunk in that she knew a few of these songs, and just who was Connor? She grabbed the CD case to study the cover, eyebrows shooting up when she recognized Connor among the band. Well, wasn't that something? The name of the band did ring a vague bell, but she was so bad at keeping track of those kinds of things that she didn't dwell on it. With his music still playing, she got up to grab her phone, typing out a quick text to him.
I think someone fibbed a little bit. A few jingles, hmmmm?