Pull My Strings Just For A Thrill || Shake
Shelby looked up at Blake with an even wider grin as Molly responded to her. She hadn’t expected to hear a word. Shelby gingerly put a hand on Molly’s cheek and giggled. “Is that so?” She chuckled. “I’m pretty excited for that, too,” One more smile at the little girl and Shelby stood up, taking a place next to Blake. “She looks so cute all bundled up like that,” She commented. “How is dad handling the cold though? I know I’m having a hard time,” She admitted, her cheeks warming gently against the cold.
Shelby sighed contently. She wasn’t even sure how to put into words just how happy she was to see Blake and Molly again. Happy enough that happy didn’t seem like a good enough word to describe it. “What have you two been up to since the last time I saw you?” She put her arms in front of her as if she were describing a piece of art. “Paint me a picture,” She giggled. “Tell the next chapter in The Tales of the Great Blake and Molly Hook.”
Blake laughed, beginning to push the carriage towards the town. "Ah yeah. The cold's not too bad; wee bit chiller than back home, but it's alright. We're hoping it snows so we can build a snowman, isn't that right, Molly?" There came a small "s'right, daddy" from the stroller and he grinned. "I've been trying to teach her some Irish, right, Molly?" It took the little one a minute before she responded with "ceart, athair." Blake couldn't have looked more proud.
"In a year or so, we're hoping to get her into a dancing class. Irish step dance, y'know. She's quite bouncy already," he laughed. "And what about my favorite Siren?"
