Blue Plaid

Human

In which Stella discovers that Tyson Kingsley is human after all.

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Dressing up is one of life's simple pleasures. One of the many reasons I love my job is the fact that I pretty much get to dress up every single day. There were photoshoots and runway shows and sometimes commercials. But the times I liked the best were the nights like these where I got to do my own hair and makeup.

Tonight I was going to a party to celebrate the opening of a new store for SXB, the brand I currently had a contract with. As usual, I had no idea what kind of outfit was supposed to be appropriate, so Mia had sent over a few options earlier in the week and I'd picked the one I liked best. The deep purple one shouldered bandage dress was now wrapped safely beneath a fluffy blue robe because I had a tendency to drop anything powdered on myself.

I chewed my bottom lip in concentration as I held the curling iron away from my face and waited for the last curl to set into place. Slowly releasing the clamp and dropping the curl thirty seconds later, I lay the iron back on the bathroom counter and nodded with satisfaction before unplugging the iron.

There was a soft knock on my bedroom door and I yelled for Tyson to come in as I stuffed my various eyeshadow cases and eyeliners back into my makeup bag. Once done, I looked over to see Cooper, toddling along with his hands raised in the air, Tyson bent over and his hands firmly holding Cooper's to keep him upright. I smiled widely. We'd been taking turns walking around the apartment like that for the past couple weeks. Cooper couldn't quite walk on his own yet, but he was getting there and he preferred standing on two feet to crawling.

Deciding Tyson's back could probably use a break, I stepped out of the bathroom and scooped Cooper into my arms.

"Thanks," Tyson muttered, bending backwards to stretch out his spine. "I think I'm going to end up permanently hunched over."

"Which really wouldn't be that different than usual," I pointed out, scrunching my nose at Cooper and kissing his temple quickly.

Tyson shrugged it off because, to be honest, it wasn't really an insult. He had horrible posture. At least he was trying to remedy the situation, though, as I'd figured out when I'd walked in on him doing yoga one afternoon. After laughing for about five minutes at the image of him doing a downward dog, I realized that it was probably a good thing that he was trying.

"So what are you two up to tonight?" I asked as I set Cooper down on my bed and fenced him in with pillows. He had a habit of rolling off the bed. It was impressive, actually. "Staying home and watching the food network?"

"You say that like it's not highly entertaining," Tyson shot back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Plus, I plan on making Cooper some actual food. He's probably tired of all that mashed crap you give him."

I rolled my eyes and looked at Cooper. "What do you say, bro? Wanna come to this party with me instead? I can probably hook you up with one of my model friends."

Tyson snorted. "Don't you think you should wait a little until you start pimping him out? You know, maybe until he can actually walk on his own?"

My eyes widened in excitement at the change in subject and I grinned. "It's going to happen any day now. I can feel it."

"You think?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yep. You better double up on your yoga sessions, Kingsley. You're going to need all the stamina you can get once he starts walking."

"Oh, Stella," he smirked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know my stamina is fantastic."

I completely set him up for that one, so I rolled my eyes and walked back into the bathroom to complete the outfit. Shedding the robe and slipping into some nude pumps, I shrugged at my reflection in the mirror before making my grand entrance into the bedroom.