Life had been hard, there was no way around it. Being a single parent was not easy. Her father hadn't always made things easier on her. It had been like starting from square one after Marcus had been killed. It had been one of those random things, it hadn't been something that had been anticipated but it had happened. She wouldn't change the way her life had gone for a thing, only because that meant she wouldn't have her daughter. She loved Olivia, even with the terrible twos.
He'd probably hear the toddler chanting "Again! Again!" in that high-pitched, delighted squeal. Hannah adjusted the toddler on her arm and knocked on the door a little awkwardly. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it. The tutu made things a little harder though. She wished she'd been able to get her into the romper, it would have just been easier.