Hoppy Hopscotch X Bobby Bearhug Novels & Stories

"I won't let you out of my sight." "And if I don't like it, we can come home?" "The second you want to leave, we leave," I assured him. "No arguments, no pressure to stay." Ollie thought about this for another moment, then nodded. "Okay. But Mama? Can we bring Mr. Hoppy? Just in case?" Mr. Hoppy was his stuffed rabbit, the one I'd bought him from a thrift store three years ago and that had become his primary source of comfort during difficult times. The fact that he wanted to bring it told me he was nervous but willing to try.