The boy called Nathan Fawcett "Grandpa," and Nathan certainly fit the bill.
Nathan Fawcett glanced at the little guy. He wasn't unhappy about being called "Grandpa" by Leo.
At first, he didn't really care.
'That's just how seniority works!'
But then...
Anne Sutton said, "I'm going to start cooking. Ian said he wanted to eat my food."
The moment Anne Sutton walked away, Leo followed her. "Auntie."
"Auntie?"
'He calls Anne "Auntie," but he calls me "Grandpa"?'
Suddenly, being called "Grandpa" didn't feel so great anymore!
Anne Sutton went into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and prepped the ingredients. She glanced at Leo, who was squatting in the doorway watching her, and said, "Why don't you go play with Ian?"
"No." He wanted to stay right there and watch Anne Sutton.
She made him feel safer.
After all, he knew her best.
He wasn't familiar with anyone else.
Nathan Fawcett walked over, his gaze falling on Anne Sutton. "Do you need any help?"
