No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



A man approached me, tipping his hat politely, "Sorry, my little one's been a bother."

"Ha, no bother at all. I'm adorable," the girl immediately corrected her dad, her smile infectious.

I couldn't help but smile back, "Hannah's a delight. I'm quite fond of her."

"Ha, like you too," she said, her words a bit muddled.

I patted her head and turned to her dad, "For a moment, I thought both her parents were from overseas."

The man's expression darkened for a split second. Though it was fleeting, I caught it.

Realizing my blunder, I quickly added, "Sorry..."

He just nodded slightly and reached out his hand to Hannah, "Come on, sweetheart, time to board our flight."

"Can't you come with us?" Hannah clung to me, unwilling to let go.

I was about to tell her we weren't on the same flight when Dustin came over, brandishing our boarding passes.

He extended a hand to Hannah's dad, "Nice to meet you."

"Let's go," Hannah said to me, uninterested in the adults' exchange.

"Hannah, she's not flying with us," her dad said after shaking Dustin's hand, sparing me from having to disappoint the girl.

"But she could change flights," Hannah protested, clearly no stranger to the ways of air travel.

She looked like a little European princess but with deep, dark eyes. Clearly, she was a beautiful mix of cultures.

"Hannah, don't make a fuss," her dad gently chided, but she wasn't deterred, gazing at me with longing.

"I really wanna fly with you," she said, her eyes brimming with hope, rendering me speechless.

I looked to her dad, who apologized, "Sorry, she's quite stubborn."

With that, he scooped up Hannah and nodded at me before they turned to leave.

Hannah craned her neck to look back at me, "Miss... I'll miss you..."

I waved back, silently echoing her sentiment, "I'll miss you too."

I watched them until they

disappeared from view, reflecting on the notion that crossing paths with someone might be destiny, especially when you've shared a

moment.

"You fond of kids?" Dustin's voice brought me back to the present.

"I guess," I said, settling back into my seat.

"Felicia, you looked really happy talking to that little girl," Dustin observed, catching me off guard.

True, I had forgotten everything else in that moment.

I smiled softly, not replying, and Dustin took a seat beside me, "When you decide to settle down, would you prefer a son or a daughter?"

I hadn't really thought about it, Hannah's cute face flashed before my eyes, "Someone like her would be nice."Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

At that, an idea struck me. "Even better if they're mixed."

Dustin paused before laughing. "Guess you'll need to find yourself a foreign husband then."

I made a face, jokingly, "If things with Ernest really don't work out, maybe I won't bother... or maybe I'll just marry some foreign guy."

Dustin kept quiet for a moment as

rambled on, "He's gotta be tall, good-looking, fair-skinned... so their

ould get those traits, bheir

eyes..."

"Felicia," Dustin cut me off, "Are you just acting out?"

I looked at him, smiling and replying, "No, I'm serious."

His handsome face tensed slightly before he said, "If it's tough with someone from our own background, it's gonna be tougher with a o foreigner."

Was that supposed to discourage me?

Yet, my rebellious streak flared up, "Tough or not, you gotta try to know, right, Dustin?"