“Good idea. Come here, sweetheart. Let’s go take a bath.” I remove her from her highchair and turn for the stairs.
“Hey, Bunny?”
“Hm?” I hum, turning to him.
“I love you.”
I let those words touch my heart, and my smile grows.
We’ll be okay.
Chapter thirty-eight
Greyson
Feasting on Silas’s bones.
~ One Week Later ~
Life is fucking perfect. Well, as perfect as it can get for the time being.
My daughter is close to walking. The woman my soul screams for is giving me another chance. The Griffins are now in the third round of the playoffs, the Eastern Conference Finals. And if we win this one, which we will, we’ll be heading for the Stanley Cup Finals. I know we’re making it to round four, I can feel it in mygut. Just like I know we’re taking home the cup this year. I’ve said it from the start, this is our year.
We got home two hours ago from our game in Detroit, and I’m surprised Bunny hasn’t called or messaged yet, asking where I am. That girl knows my schedule better than I do. She definitely would notice I’m two hours late. Then she’d get mad because I didn’t warn her that I wouldn’t be home right away and that I made her worry for nothing. But I didn’t have a choice. I wasn’t going to ruin the surprise by telling her what I was doing.
“We’re almost home, pretty girl,” I tell my little companion for the last hour, smiling down at her as I turn down our street.
A minute later, I’m pulling up our driveway and jumping out of my car with the little white furball. I walk into the house, expecting to see Gracie and Emma going at their antics like they always do, but instead I find it noiseless.It’s Gracie’s nap time, so maybe Em is just taking the time to relax.
I stroll farther into the home and over to the living room, where I see the TV on with the movie credits rolling up the screen. When I look down at the couch, I find both my girls fast asleep. Emma lies on her side against the back cushions with Gracie curled up against her chest in the fetal position. Bunny’s arm is wrapped tightly around our little girl, securing her in place and keeping her safe.
I quickly take out my phone with my free hand and snap a picture of them.I’ll put that as my screen saver later.Once I’ve put my phone away, I take the time to admire the two beauties before me. Gracie’s pale blonde hair is such a contrast to Emma’s rich red mane. I know she’s a natural redhead, but I’ve never seen a redhead with such vibrant locks. I’m not sure what she does to it.
Maybe it’s in her hair products or when she goes to the salon every month. I don’t think she dyes it, but maybe something to amplify the color.I could just ask her and get my answer. Iwonder if our next daughter will have her hair. Maybe even our sons.
The little fluffy lady in my arm doesn’t make a sound as I gaze down at them. I take her between my hands and bring her over to Em’s face, letting her sniff a few times, until she decides that Emma is no threat and starts licking her face with the tiniest tongue I’ve ever seen.
“Bunny. Wake up, baby,” I whisper, not wanting to wake Gracie as well.
Emma groans and scrunches up her nose when our newest family member licks the tip of it. She blinks her eyes open, confused by the sight in front of her, but then they widen and her mouth drops open.
“Oh my God! You got a puppy?!” she exclaims, making Gracie jump out of her sleep. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Em says next, passing her fingers through Gracie’s hair, then looks back at the dog in my hands.
I pull away and sit on the floor in front of them. Emma quickly rises from the couch with Gracie and kneels beside me, her gaze solely on the pup. I can practically see the hearts in her eyes. She’s already in love with her.
“She’s adorable. But if I’m being honest, I never would have pictured you as a Pomeranian dad.” She giggles, looking me up and down, then to the little pooch.
“She’s not mine. I got her for you. I thought she fit you well,” I tell her, petting her new dog.
Em’s brows narrow. “How?”
“Well, look at her. She’s freaking adorable and apparently has quite the personality, from what the lady told me. Seemed fitting in my mind.”
“You have a point, I guess,” she laughs. “Look, Little Tulip. Say hi to your new little sister.”
Gracie squeals and tries to grab her fur. I quickly latch onto her wrist, showing her how to properly pet the dog and telling her to be gentle. She then rubs her face into the dog’s fur as melodic laughter pours from her mouth when the pup tries to lick her. I have a feeling these two will quickly become best friends.
“Does she have a name?”
