“I like this color better!” Emory piped, lifting the bright blue marker shoved towards Sawyer.
The blond man glanced down at the coloring page he was working on with the eight year old. He had already been coloring the background when Emory brought up his better color preference.
Sawyer lowered a brow as he stared at Emory. “But I’ve already been coloring with this color…”
He lifted the marker he was using, only for Emory to glance at it before the younger tightened his mouth and shook his head with a “Mm-mm!” and lifted the marker in his hand again.
“This one!” Emory ordered.
My brother-in-law blinked a few times, his brows slowly dipping. His eyes settled on the coloring page in front of him. Then he switched back to Emory.
“But it’s blue…”
Emory raised his brows, almost as a silent way to acknowledge that he knew this.
Sawyer scrunched his nose and kept looking at the page. He pointed to the color he’d been using. “So is this one.”
The eight year old scrunched his face back at Sawyer and shook his head while shoving the marker forward again. “But I like this blue!”
Sawyer groaned, large shoulders slumping as he raised a hand to take the marker from the boy and tossed the one he was using aside. He grumbled that the picture was going to look weird now.
“But it’s blue,” Emory reminded him, tilting his head.
“I know!” Sawyer let out an exasperated sigh, throwing his hands up in the air. “That’s why I don’t understand why you want this blue when the blue I was using was just fine!”
Emory blinked, looking down at the page they were coloring and then back up at the tall man.
“Well… I don’t understand why you won’t just use my blue one. It’s like you said…“ Emory gave a nod. “It’s blue.”
I hid my grin behind my hand from where I was sitting across the table.
Sawyer slumped in defeat. He huffed, turning in his chair and began recoloring the background of the coloring page with the blue marker Emory wanted.
Emory looked satisfied winning the argument and reached for the yellow marker to uncap it and color in the petals of a flower on the edge of the page. The smile I was hiding turned into a laugh once Emory piped up to Sawyer, without looking up, “You color messy…”
Sawyer’s head snapped up, his blue eyes wide in a plea. I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. The man looked upward before shaking his head and informing me that he may not be cut out for having children in the future.
“Your sister is counting on three,” he grumbled, eyeballing Emory’s coloring.
My brows shot up, lifting the glass of orange juice I poured earlier. “Three? Cece?”
“To start,” he pointed out, raising a brow at me.
Sawyer sat back and grinned, shrugging a shoulder that he actually wouldn’t mind giving my sister the children she wanted. He said he’d do anything for her, as long as it made Cece happy. I smiled back, replying that he was so sweet to her. Course… Sawyer had to ruin it when he took a deep breath and sighed as he grinned, “Yup! Making ‘em is going to be the best part!”
I rolled my eyes, sipping my juice before glancing at Emory who looked up long enough to ask, “Why is it the best part?”
The blond man’s eyes widened, switching back and forth between the two of us. He seemed to have backed himself into a corner.
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Dark Shadow (Book 1 in DARKNESS DUOLOGY)
Werewolf*COMPLETE* For Gigi Gomez meeting the person you are to spend the rest of your life with is supposed to be an instantaneous romance. Or at least that was what she was told. So when Gigi meets the 'love of her life' and finds out he's in love with s...
