Our Last Dance

5.

Just the two of them sat on the wood floors of the dance studio, Stevie showing her granddaughter some stretches to keep her occupied.

"You know, you look too cute in that leotard and tutu, my love... Who got that for you?" she wondered.

The girl looked down and giggled when her memory served her. "You did, gwamma!" She then ran right over to the woman, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Oh, my goodness... Thank you for reminding me! I almost forgot," she pressed a kiss to her head as she rocked her in her lap.

"Ca'you fly me?" she wondered.

"Fly you?" she asked as though it were some sort of surprise.

"Yeah, on your legs!" she beamed. "Pwease!" she begged.

With a playful eye roll, she smiled. "Oh, alrighty then..." she let go of the girl and she shifted to lay down on her back. "Give me your hands and put your belly on my legs..."

Ireland reached out and she grabbed the woman's hands, giggling as she did so.

She locked the baby's legs in place, feeling her bottom on her feet and she started doing some leg lifts, bouncing the girl up and down.

The woman was more than active to keep up with the little girl, but if she had to confess; flying the baby sure winded her at times.

"More, more!" she begged.

"Ah, your grandma's getting tired, baby," she sighed, laughing a little.

"Pwease..." she pouted.

The blonde chuckled. "Okay, just a couple more..." She then flew her up four more times.

"Hey, nice leg work!" Lindsey walked in, smiling at the two---taken by the baby's laughter as soon as he entered.

Stevie sat up, lowering Ireland back to the floor.

"Hi!" Ireland ran over. " 'Member me?"

Laughing, "Of course I remember you, sweetie," he knelt down. "I only met you this morning... Were you helping your grandma workout?"

"She was flying me!" she hopped up and down.

The blonde giggled. "It's her favorite thing..."

"She's helping you build that muscle," he winked.

"You should have seen me in the eighties with her dad. That kid used to run me into the ground with his energy," she smirked.

"I guess the rumor is true, boys are much crazier than girls..."

"I'd imagine," she shrugged, pulling her legs into herself to hug in place. "My love, why don't you go get some water and your fishies?" she wondered.

"Okay!" she ran over to her grandmother's office and she went into her backpack for her bottle of water and baggie full of Goldfish.

Lindsey smiled, watching the little girl run by. "They're such a joy at that age, huh?"

"Yeah, I wish they could stay like that forever..." she bit her bottom lip.

"So, you only have the one son?" he wondered.

"Yeah, my baby boy was all I needed... Besides, running a business like this and everything else would have been so taxing. I wanted to have another baby, but we just never really got to trying for a second. I have hope that my daughter in-law wants to have more... I love babies so much."

He grinned.

"Are you excited to become a grandfather in the near future?"

"Ah, I guess," he shrugged. "I know what it takes to get to that, so for my own sanity, I'm choosing not to think about it. My daughter can do what she pleases, but it makes me feel a certain way..."