Second Chance

Afternoon Delight

"She asleep yet?"

"Just about. Looked like she was fighting it a bit, and losing." I've always found it hilarious whenever I saw littles kids try fighting sleep and end up in the most unusual sleeping positions. Now I find it adorable when it's my own daughter. She gave a good fight but sleep seems to have won this time.

"Sounds about right." My husband already has gwr figured out. He's worried that she's going to fight us on everything and after yesterday I'm inclined to agree with him. Seems sleep is just another she's going to fight. At least feeding her hasn't been a fight. The doorbell chimes pulling me out of my head.

We both walk downstairs, it should be our contractor. He's been doing work for us over the last three years. He started when we got approved for adoption. He redid one of the guest rooms for us which is now her nursery first.

He did a great job. He had to tear the room down to the studs. We wanted recessed cubbies and drawers throughout the room. We didn't want shelves or dressers that could fall over on our kid if they decided to climb them. Which they would, all kids do. It came out so great that we had him put a few in our shower in the master bathroom. Comes in handy to keep all the bottles of shampoo and soap and the like set back instead of setting on top of the ledges. Also they're great for shower sex, plenty of places to grab on and hold. They're a whole lot sturdier than those flimsy bars most builders use on houses nowadays.

We hired him again when we wanted to redo the kitchen. I wanted more storage and functionality whereas Steve wanted it to look good. He came up with a plan that we both fell in love with. He designed and built our outdoor kitchen, which is amazing. There're plenty of seats he put in that blend so well you don't even notice them. We host a lot of cookouts and parties. And during the winter the outdoor fire pit he installed is amazing. We really love working with him. He's respectful of Steve's possessive behavior and doesn't judge him. He's also been upfront and honest with us and even though we can afford it, he makes sure that it's cost effective. He works fast too.

Opening the door we're greeted by Sam, our contractor. "Hey Sam. How's it going?" I move back to open the door wider to let him in.

He shakes Steve's hand first then mine as he walks in. "Good Dylan. I heard you finally got a kid. Congratulations. It's about time. It's been what over three years that you guys have been trying?"

"Yeah it's been about three years now, but we made it. She's upstairs sleeping in our room now. We just got her down or I would bring her down to meet you."

"That's fine. I'm sure that I'll the get a chance to meet her next time. You guys are always wanting to change things up." He says it with a smile.

"This is true. Dylan can't ever make up his mind." Steve's smiling now too. They do this a lot. They think it's funny that I'm always changing my mind and want things a certain way. It's not my fault there's a right way to do it. And it's not my fault that I find a better way that things should be done.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm such a girl. I can't ever make up my mind. Now let's get down to business. To defeat the Huns." I sing the last part. I crack myself up sometimes. Laughing to myself they both shoot me looks of concern.

"If I haven't known you guys for the last three years I would ask if he was alright." Sam can't even keep a straight face as he says that.

"Oh I still wonder about him. We've been together for eight years and I still have to stop to make sure he hasn't lost it." He's smiling now. He walks over to wrap his arms around me. Pulling me close before speaking. "I love your randomness." He kisses my left cheek. "Your enthusiasm." My right cheek. "Your optimism." My nose gets the kiss this time. "Your bravery." My forehead. "Your determination." My chin. "I love you." This time he brushes his lips against mine. It's soft and sweet. I lean into it and he deepens it.