“Yes, that sounds perfect to me. I’m sorry if that stressed you out, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you or have expectations. I just wanted to know if we wanted the same thing. So that we don’t end up years down the road, realizing our future looks very different from one another.” I think this may be the most serious conversation about the future we’ve ever had.
He sighs and smiles, bringing his forehead to mine. “I know you’re not, and you’re right, we needed to have this discussion. But honestly, Bunny, I find myself wanting to give you everything that could make you happy.”
I bite my lip as a smile spreads.
“So even if my answer had been no, it wouldn’t have mattered. Because at the end of the road, if it’s what you wanted, I would have given it to you.” He then captures my lips, and I melt into his arms.
God, this man… Who knew the perfect man for me existed?
“Bunny,” he whispers against my lips once we come up for air.
“Wolf,” I sigh.
He opens his mouth to speak again, but Gracie begins to fuss in her chair. He deflates and pulls away with a small smirk. “Seems someone is done with breakfast and is ready for the next activity.”
“Why don’t you clean her up, and I’ll take care of all this?” I gesture to the dishes. “Then we can move to the next fun part of our day,” I tell him excitedly as I get up and stand between his spread legs.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks warily.
“Think glitter, paint, every color of the rainbow, glue, feathers, and sticks.” I bring my hands up, doing a show in the air as if the items are magically popping up.
“I’m not liking what I’m seeing,” he chuckles.
“It will be fun! I promise.” I beam down at him, giving him a chaste kiss before skipping away with a giggle.
“I’m not sure Gracie is old enough to do this, Em.” Grey looks down at the collection of arts and crafts I’ve laid down on the living room floor.
“Of course she is, I looked it up. It’s finger painting, Greyson; you don’t need a PhD to do that.” I roll my eyes at his worried expression.
It took me almost two hours to set up everything and cover the floors with newspapers. Gracie ended up taking a nap right after breakfast, so it gave me all the time I needed to prepare without her interrupting.
“This is not going to end well,” he mutters under his breath, looking down at the floor with his hands on his hips.
I’ve already changed into a pair of PJ shorts and an old T-shirt Greyson let me borrow. Grey also changed into old clothes he doesn’t mind getting dirty, because there’s no doubt we will end up getting dirty.It’s paint. With an eleven-month-old.
Okay, now I see where this could go wrong. Oh, well. Too late.
I pick up Gracie from the ground and begin undressing her. I think leaving her in just her diaper is the best solution. Grey helps me out, then takes her from my arms as I go over to the paint and begin to pour different colors onto little plates, then place three white canvases on the floor. When everything looks ready, I go back to my man and our little girl.
“You ready to have some fun, Little Tulip?” I take her back and bring her to the floor in front of her canvas.
Taking her hand, I show her what to do, dipping one finger into the purple paint, then letting it glide over the white board. She quickly catches on and dips her whole hand into the paint, bringing it to her canvas and tapping on it.Okay, not exactly what I had in mind, but still really cute.
Greyson and I settle down at our stations, watching her as we start our own and helping Gracie out with hers every few seconds. I take a spare plate and pour some glitter onto it, then pinch some between my fingers and let it drizzle down onto her canvas.
Little Tulip laughs and smacks her hand into the glitter-filled plate. Her once purple, green, and blue hand is now covered in pink sparkles. I look up at Grey, who stares at her hand with wide eyes, and offer him a nervous smile.
He looks down at his mostly blank canvas, then back up at her hand. “Wait, hold her hand, don’t wipe it off.”
He dips his left hand into the blue paint, using a brush to spread it along all his fingers, then presses it down on the white surface. When he pulls away, a perfectly large handprint takes up most of the space. He then takes my left hand and covers it with red paint before placing it over his blue handprint. Once he’s done with mine, he moves to my other side, taking Gracie’s glitter-painted hand and putting it over my red handprint.
When he pulls it away, I’m mesmerized by the image before me. All three of our hands together. Grey’s in the back, mine in the middle, and Gracie’s over mine.
He smiles down at it, then lifts off the floor and places his canvas on the kitchen counter to let it dry as well as wash his hand. I release Little Tulip’s hand and let her get back to her artwork while I wipe my red hand with some baby wipes and refill all the plates with more paint.
Greyson returns and sits down behind me, knees up and legs spread wide, his hands bracing the floor behind him as I lean into his body. I turn my head to the side, looking back at this beautiful man I get to call mine.
He leans his head down as I bring my hand up to cup his nape, sealing his lips to mine in a mind-blowing explosion. I lose myself in him as he loses himself in me. My soul becomes one with his as they twirl around each other.
