↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐕 ー 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

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Checking his phone and releasing a short groan, Kaden then slips it into his pocket and runs a hand through his hair. "Diego hasn't stopped spamming my phone all morning so I'm going to take Hope over."

"Text me so I know you're okay."

"Yeah." He smiles softly and kisses her forehead. "I don't think Gray's in a good mood this morning so be careful."

"Great." She sighs.

"Hope, come on baby," he shouts down the corridor. While he rests an arm against the door, Sierra stands from the desk and saunters forwards to run her hands up his chest.

"You look good," she hums adoringly. "Like really, really good."

"I look like this everyday." Watching her head nod up and down, his mouth curls. "Ah." Returning the smile, she leans in for a tender kiss. His hand raises to cup the space where her defined jaw meets her tempting neck.

"Ready." Hope skips out of her room. "Stop being yucky, want to see my friend!"

Kaden sighs and breaks away, softening upon hearing Sierra's faint chuckle. She drops her head against his chest.

"Daddy!" Hope whines impatiently when he makes no effort to move. "Daddy go!" She stomps over to grab his hand, using all of her strength to pull him away. He only moves to humour her efforts.

"Where's this attitude come from?"

"You!" She rolls her eyes.

"Can confirm." Sierra waves to them, blowing them both a kiss when Kaden scoffs at her words.

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Cursing loudly, Grayson grabs a plate from the counter and hurls it into the wall. Hands tugging at his hair as he paces between the dining table and windows.

"Hey." Sierra closes her laptop. "You're allowed to be mad but you're not allowed to take it out on my plates." His hands find his hips, nostrils flared. "Okay, I'll leave you be." She rises from the couch, leaving her laptop on the coffee table.

He turns his back, huffing at his own reflection in the pristine glass. His head then snaps to the side when Sierra speaks up again.

"At least look at this." She places a piece of paper on the table, keeping her distance. "Hope drew it for you. It's from the other day when you took her to get ice cream. She really loved it."

As promised a long time ago, she turns on her heels and walks away. Grayson briefly eyes the drawing and softens slightly at her sweet attempt to draw his large arms.

Not so long ago he'd have scrunched it up without a care. Meaningless, messy scribbles. Except this was heartfelt. Meaningful. And she tried to spell his name this time.

He catches a glimpse of the woman before she disappears around the corner. Heading down the corridor to the laundry room to take care of the freshly washed clothes.

Back straightening upon placing the wicker basket onto the surface, her eyes swiftly dart to the man appearing in the doorway. "What are you doing? I told you I'd keep my distance." He analyses her like a predator watching its prey. "Grayson?"