The Guy Named Harrison: Book Two

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After coming home from Cincinnati, Harrison and Carrie spent the day out with Riley. Then after their daughter was sound asleep, the couple spent the evening together.

They took a bubble bath together. It was the best bath Carrie had ever taken in her life. She sat on Harrison's lap and the two of them talked about yesterday's win against the Bengals.

Harrison had one hand under the water on her hip, and the other held his glass of wine as he answered her question. "He kept trash talking me the entire game. I don't know who he thought he was, being a bitch to me. I'm not the one getting suspended for illegal hits."

Carrie had her elbow resting on his shoulder as she reached for her glass of wine sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She'd asked him what was going on when he was on offense because his bickering was very noticeable. And after the game, neither of them had any kind things to say about the other.

"Just let it go," she told him, slipping her right hand to the back of his neck. "You don't need to stoop to his level."

"I know. It's hard not to want to knock him on his ass after all that." Then he smiled. "I kicked butt on D though."

Harrison did just that. He had 17 solo tackles, 2 sacks, and recovered a fumble forced by Luke.

He took another sip of wine before capturing Carrie's lips in another passionate kiss. She set her glass back on the side of the bathtub and deepened the kiss. She held his face in her hands while his were placed on her hips.

"You need to shave."

"Why's that sweetheart?"

She shrugged. "You've had the beard for a while now. Maybe it's time to change it up."

"I don't know," he answered, reaching for his glass of wine. "Riley seems to like it."

Every time Harrison ran Riley's little hands down his beard, she smiled. Then when he was simply holding her, she'd touch her daddy's beard by herself and make herself smile. Then he would do it again with her feet. It had become something Carrie often made sure to document.

"You should shave."

"Only if you do it for me."

"Fine."

Harrison reached over the side of the bathtub and found a towel which he handed to Carrie as she stood up. Once she stepped out of the bathtub with the towel wrapped around her body, Harrison stood up and followed her.

It was rather cold in the bathroom as Harrison changed into a fresh pair of clothes minus a shirt, and drained the bathtub. He cracked open the window to let some warm air in.

Carrie changed into a fresh pair of clothes as well. She gestured from him to jump up on the counter. He reached down in the drawer beside his leg for his shaving cream as she looked for his old fashioned razor that unfolded and left just the blade. She loved shaving him with that.

After a few moments of searching, Carrie finally found it. Harrison already lathered his face with shaving cream. She ran the blade under a small stream of water from the sink and started on him.

Harrison loved when Carrie shaved him. She took such great care in the task. She took her time, and never nicked him. And to add to that, he didn't have to do it himself.

"Chin up."

He tilted his chin up as she rinsed off the blade and continued to shave him. "Carrie, you're the best."

"I know. Who would be better?"

"Nobody," he answered as she turned his head to the side.

It wasn't long before she finished shaving him and a freshly shaven Harrison jumped off the counter. As Carrie was cleaning up the razor, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into their bedroom.

"That can wait."