CHAPTER SEVEN
VIOLET
The bass thumped through Griffin’s workout room door, loud enough that I was amazed Hazel was still asleep.
I knocked once. Twice. Nothing.
I pushed the door open and found him mid-rep, shirtless and sweaty.
“Griffin.”
“Morning, Princess.” He racked the bar and sat up, reaching for a towel. “Enjoying the show?”
I stayed in the doorway. “Put a shirt on. We need to talk.”
He grinned. “About?”
“Your training schedule. It’s disrupting Hazel’s sleep.”
“How?” His brow furrowed.
“It’s too loud.” I gestured to his speakers and the weights. “Hazel’s nap schedule has to come first. If you train while she’s asleep, you’ll wake her up and then she’ll be overtired, whichmeans she’ll scream for hours and neither of us will get anything done.”
That did it.
The smugness in his expression dimmed. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Right. I hadn’t thought about that.” He reached for a discarded t-shirt and pulled it on.
Welcome to parenthood, Griffin.
“Clearly.” I crossed my arms. “You’ll need to be working out when she’s awake.”
Griffin rolled out his shoulders. “I’ll make it work.”
“Like you did this morning?”
His jaw ticked. “It was one bottle.”
Sure, if you didn’t count the first one he made wrong, the second one he knocked over, and the entire box of cereal that met its tragic end on the floor when he tried to do both at once.
“Right.”
“Okay, fine,” he forced out through gritted teeth. “Maybe I underestimated the whole ‘keeping a tiny human alive’ thing.”
You think?
“Anyway, what’s on your agenda today? More rearranging my house?”
I shook my head. “I’m going shopping.”
“For what?”
“Take a wild guess.”
He leaned back, his brow furrowing. “What else do we even need?”
I sighed. “You still don’t have a pram.”
Understanding slowly crept into his eyes. Yes, Griffin, babies require transportation.
