"What's up Ruthie?" Lucy took her eyes of her beautiful daughter Savanna for a moment to glance at her sister.
"Nothing," Ruthie said in her I-don't-want-to-just-come-out-and-say-it tone of voice.
"Come on, it's me," Lucy said as she laid her now sleeping daughter in her cradle.
"Well, I was wondering, how, I mean when, you new you, like, you know, loved Kevin?" I feel like such and idiot, she thought, I don't love him, I can't. Can I?
"Well, I felt this rush of happiness run through me. I wanted to spend every waking moment with him, and every sleeping moment dreaming about him. He was always on my mind. And around him I felt I could be myself, like I didn't have to impress anyone. (Even though I wanted to impress him!) It was the happiest moment in my life. Why?"
"N-no, no reason."
"Who is it?"
"Who is what?"
"Who do you like…come on it's me. Who do you like?"
"No one. It's, it's no body."
"I wont tell anyone. Come on." She made this cute puppy-dog face.
"Does it really matter?"
"Yes!"
"Why do you care?"
"Tell me!"
"Martin."
Why did I tell her, Ruthie thought, she's just going to say 'he's older than you by years!'
Unexpectedly, Lucy said, "Good choice," and nodded her head.