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"Mommy?" Blair turned her head to the small grip at the bottom of her green Dolce coat. She knelt down to meet chocolate eyes, with one dimple in the left cheek above a semi toothless smile. With a white-gloved hand she smoothed loose brown curls to the side.
"Are we gonna feed the ducks today?"
The brisk wind pulled red and yellow leaves along the Central Park sidewalk. The shuffling of tree's droned out the noises of people laughing and walking below. Cold bodies huddled together for warmth, snuggling up to loved ones. There wasn't anything quite like New York in the fall. The smells, the sounds. The way cheeks flushed red in the cold.
Blair smiled as her arms slipped under the coat she'd bought just so they could match, and lifted her up to rest alongside Blair's hip. Blair nuzzled her nose into the locks of hair tucked behind her ear, taking in the clean smell that always brought her back to the present.
"Yeah." She kissed the top of her head, swaying back and forth, "We are."
Little arms wrapped around her neck, fiddling with the clasp to the back of Blair's chunky necklace, chilled ears listening to the clacking of Manolos as they walked toward the bridge.
Even three years later, she never thought this would be her life. Not to say she wasn't happy. She had most everything she wanted, it was just sooner than expected.
"Daddy!" The body in her arms jerked with excitement, holding out arms, waiting to be transferred.
"I got the bread." A familiar tingle hit her lips as he kissed her, before trading the possessions they held in their arms.
She watched them walk toward the pond, her family. Repeating traditions she'd done with Dorota her entire life. She was passing on traditions. To her daughter. Making new ones. A smile made it's way onto Blair's face.
A small bark sounded, paws running through the crackling leaves stuck in blades of grass.
"Monkey!" The toddler giggled, as she was let down to the tail-wagging pup.
Blair made her way toward them, wrapping her arms around the waist of her child's father. The man she loved. He held her to him, kissing her forehead.
"Ready to feed the ducks Gracie?" She looked up and away from the wet nose pressed into her cheek.
"Just like mommy did?"
"Just like mommy."