Page 22 of Legend's Legacy
“Kayson, this is my friend, Eliza Genero. She’s going to watch you right here so that you don’t have to go with a stranger. And I’m going to find your dad.”
“You know him?”
“I do. His name is Legend Waters, right?”
He bobbed his head as his eyes widened in fascination with the wonder of my knowing his father.
“I’ll be right back,” I promised.
I marched off in search of Legend in the crowd of people. I was amazed at how smart his son was and how strong he was. Most children would have been bawling their eyes out when theyrealized they were lost and couldn’t find their parents, but not him. He had explained his situation and asked for help.
I was starting to grow concerned and wondered if Legend and I were passing each other up when I hadn’t found him after about ten minutes. I kept searching, and just when I was ready to head inside the building to see if he was in there, I heard him call my name.
“Legacy.”
I spun around, excited to see him. The look of worry and fear on his face almost stopped my heart.
“Hey, Legend.”
“Have you seen a little light brown-skinned boy about?—”
“Yes, I have him,” I stated calmly. “He’s at my station, and he’s safe and waiting for me to find you. Come on.”
The way his shoulders visibly relaxed, and he instantly calmed down put my heart at ease and made me glad that I was the one who could bring him peace.
“I don’t know how I lost him. We were together, and he was in the bouncy house. We left there and went to the clown show. He was sitting right beside me, watching the show. I got up to throw our funnel cake and cotton candy wrappers in the trash, and when I returned, he was gone.”
“Well, no worries, because you two are about to be reunited,” I stated, pointing at Kayson, who was standing at my booth talking Eliza’s ears off, while the two of them handed out backpacks. “He was so cute, Legend. He came up to our booth, told me his name, and asked if I could find his father. But he refused to leave our station because he said he wasn’t allowed to go with strangers.”
“Thank God. His mother and I have always taught him that, but I only prayed that he would remember it if the time ever came that he needed to.”
“Then you should be proud.”
“Daddy!” Kayson exclaimed and ran to him.
Legend kneeled and opened his arms for the little boy. He threw himself into Legend’s arms, and Legend stood, holding his son close to him. My heart almost broke when I saw him close his eyes, cup the back of Kayson’s head, and press his lips together.
I could tell he was fighting off tears. After several seconds, he pulled his son’s face away and kissed him all over it until the little boy giggled.
“Daddy, I was looking for you, but you were gone.”
“I told you I was throwing our trash away and not to move.”
“I didn’t want to sit by myself anymore.”
“I’m sorry, little guy. Next time I’ll take you with me, okay?”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Kayson stated and grabbed his father’s face and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
The two of them together were so sweet. I felt my uterus dancing in my body. Legend was a good man. How had he and his wife come to a place of divorce? If I had one like him, I would never let go.
“Thank Ms. Legacy for finding you.”
“Thank you, Ms. Legacy.”
“No problem, sweetie.”
“Thank you, Ms. ’Liza, for watching me,” he stated to my co-worker, who smiled widely at him.
