Mr Hippo Plush Novels & Stories

she tapped my hand, pulling me from my thoughts as she pointed at a hippopotamus on the screen. “That’s a hippopotamus, baby,” I told her, smiling when her eyes widened as she watched the hippo yawn. “Hip-tamos,” she whispered to herself. My smile widened; she pronounced the name completely wrong. I corrected her, but she said it the same way again, so I decided to leave it at that. She would learn how to pronounce it correctly when she was older. “It’s big!” she exclaimed, giggling when they showed the baby hippos.

Swara whispered while choking on her every word. “Please be safe and get well soon, your tiny mouse is missing you a lot, I promise I’ll not beat you for eating my chocolate I’ll share my all chocolates with you,” Swara said while controlling her sob and left the room hurriedly while murmuring, “I love you, my hippo brother.”

"Hey, wait here. I'll be right back." I watched him walk over to the counter with his friends. My shoulder still felt warm where his hand had been. I tried to focus back on my laptop, but my heart was beating so fast I couldn't read a single line of text. A few minutes later, Maverick walked back over to my table alone. His friends were waiting by the exit with their cups of iced coffee. Maverick set a small brown paper bag down on top of my notebook. "What's this?" I asked, looking up.