As soon as she was sure Charlie was settled for his afternoon nap, she ran her fingers through her hair and spotted Hemingway looking at the drawings. Abi had melted when she saw them herself and thought that her boy was such a good kid, so smart and bright as a button. "He's got more intuition about people than you know. When I got there, he asked if you were okay because Papa looked sad this morning," she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "I said he was a little sad because he missed Mama being there yesterday and that Mama would make up for lost time..."
She leant upward a little and kissed the back of his neck. "You're his whole world, Hemingway, his Papa beyond what other people think of that name." she said, looking over his shoulder at the pictures. "Thank you for being his Papa."