The Falling Effect: When you do something that causes something else to happen (i.e. you fall down, you scrape your knee. Or you have sex, you get pregnant)
Greyson Rhodes: a 27 year old tall, muscular, hot but arrogant, NHL hockey player, rich of...
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"Happy Birthday!" I yell, jumping onto the bed.
Greyson grunts. "I made pancakes." I whisper, causing him to immediately lift his head up.
"Where?"
"Outside." I nod my head towards the door and before I know it he's jumping out of bed, slipping a pair of basketball shorts on, and sprinting down the stairs.
"Guess he forgot you existed for a minute, Bub." And as if on queue, Greyson comes bolting through the door way, sounding like a heard of elephants.
Lifting Asher off the bed he kisses his little face, "Morning Bubby." He says, quickly making his way back downstairs.
I chuckle, following closely behind as we make our way towards the back patio.
"With strawberries?!" Greyson all but squeaked as we came up to the table. "I looove you." He says, groaning.
I giggle, scooting the chair closer to the table after I sit down, "I love you too, baby."
He looks over at me from across the table, the wind coming from the beach gently blowing his hair. Never mind the fact that his hair is already all over the place, considering he just woke up, he still looked like a fucking god. The morning sun glowed perfectly on his tan skin, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched him talk to our little boy.
A grin spreads across his face after he shoves a syrup drenched bite of pancake in his mouth. I chuckled, "Thanks, Evy." He says, a grateful smile still on his perfect lips.
"Oh, just you wait." I say, stabbing a cut piece of pancake with my fork before shoving it in my mouth.
"What have you done?" He asks, partly groaning.
"I technically, have hardly done anything."
His dark brows furrow, a playful smile on his lips. "You think Mia could watch the baby for a little bit. I need no more than... " He looks up, "Honestly, I could be done in 5 minutes, with the way you look."
I giggle, shaking my head, "You definitely don't last long anymore, that's for sure."
"That's just more time, for more rounds baby. You gotta think smarter, not harder. Although, I usually am pretty hard."
I all but choked on my orange juice as he just smirked over at me. "Child. Right there." I point to Asher sitting on his lap and he just grins over at me. A very sexy grin, at that.
"Relax. He doesn't even know what his own penis his." He shrugs.
"Greyson! You did not just say that. Oh my God, how do you come up with these things." He laughs, throwing his head back.
"Am I wrong?"
Technically no, but I wasn't giving him the satisfaction.
"I will take your silence as my answer." He says, smugly grinning at me.
