Shattered Pieces

Twenty Three

"Baby, what time does Coop get in? I'm still getting her, right?" I call out from my cozy spot in our bed.

Spencer walks out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, towel around his waist. Suddenly, this cozy spot on my bed feels just a bit warmer. He smirks at me, and I brush the blanket covering me down slightly, exposing my bare shoulder.

"Olivia," his voice is strained.

"Spencer," I challenge him.

"I have an endorsement meeting. I can't be late."

"I mean, is there any better endorsement than the one from your wife?" I roll my bottom lip between my teeth.

"And just what do I have to do for this endorsement, Mrs. James?" He disappears into the bathroom for a moment, but the tone of his voice makes my heart race.

He comes back into view, this time without his toothbrush. His steps hold promise as he closes the space between us. Once he reaches the bed, he leans over, cupping my face. "We don't have enough time for the things I want to do to you."  His hand slides down until he grips my chin between his fingers, forcing my eyes onto him.

"But we have more than enough time for me to do what I want to do to you," I smirk as I tug at the towel around his waist.

"Damnit, Olivia." His voice is strained, but I know I've won.

"Perfect," I smile at him as I fix his tie. "You're going to kill it, baby. And would you look at that? You're not going to be late after all." I wink at him.

"I will be if you don't put some clothes on." His eyes travel over my body, barely covered in one of his old LSU t-shirts.

I roll my eyes playfully at him before walking into our bathroom and turning on the shower.

"Don't forget, Coop is staying here!" He calls out to me.

"Yes, because my brother has somehow taken up residence in our condo. This is quite the long visit."

"Yea. The two of you should get lunch or something."

"Spencer."

"Gotta go, baby. Love you. Bye!" He kisses the back of my head and then practically runs out of the room. Those two are going to be the death of me.

I brush back one last flyaway before I'm finally satisfied with my hair. It seems like we've been passing Grayson off a lot lately, so I'm going to run my errands with him today. His life is about to change in a significant way, after all.

When I open my little guy's door, he's wide awake, trying to climb out of his crib— no surprise.

"Mama!" He beams, losing his balance and falling flat on his back on his mattress.

I rush over to him, panicked, but the sound of his giggles calms my nerves, and I can't help but laugh myself. He's such a daredevil.

"Good morning, my perfect boy." I scoop him up, and he slams his mouth right into my cheek, giving me the biggest kiss.

"Let's get you dressed." I place him down while I look through his closet. He wastes no time climbing to his feet. He's so fascinated with his newfound ability to walk. He'll be running in no time.

I tug on the back of his onesie before he can get too far. Naturally, he squirms and attempts to escape as I put his clothes on, but it doesn't take too long. I give his curls a fresh spray of water and a little product before brushing through them. I'm going to cry when he gets his first haircut.

Holding him closer to me, I kiss his forehead. "Things are going to look a little different around here, Grayson." He peers his wide eyes up at me as if he knows what I'm talking about.