"My hero, and my boy's hero too..." she said brightly, her pride shining through at how they both learned from each other as parents and how her son had also taught Hemingway so much about patience, empathy, understanding... she adored them both.
She'd have no make a note of no uniforms for Hemingway then, she'd stick to the traditional stuff. "Like you wouldn't hide a box of cookies away when you think we're going to get the last one. Sneaky bastard..." she could hear the seconds of their adult time ticking away, one by one.
His bargain deal of one last kiss before they had to move and make way for hurricane Charlie was too good to resist, though. She'd make it a kiss to remember, one to dazzle his mind and make him remember all the way until bed time. Silently, she started deep into his eyes, taking her time and leaning in slowly until she was kissing him more chastely but with more love in her heart than before. Abi cupped his head in her hands as she broke apart. "Apple sticks and peanut butter. You can chop the apple."