He caught sight of her red curly hair and felt butterflies in his stomach; he’d fallen in love with her a long time ago but she still had this effect on him. She was helping a child pick out books from a stack on the floor. Scott thought the little girl was probably around seven years old, and Maggie was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to her, her long curly hair draped back over her shoulders. Maggie’s facial expression was soft and kind. A twinkly smile played about her eyes and lips. The little girl’s expression as she looked up into Maggie’s face was wide-eyed and earnest. ‘She’s not as fierce as she’d like everyone to think,’ he thought to himself. ‘Look how good she is with children.’ This reminded Scott that he would never be able to give Maggie children, which transformed the scene into something a little more bittersweet. Never totally convinced of her commitment to their renewed relationship, he was always looking for the thing that would derail it.
