The Guy Named Harrison: Book Two

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"Oh keep that up."

"You like that don't you?"

Harrison smiled as she nodded and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "You can admit it. I'm the best."

"You're the best."

He kissed her neck gently. "I'm the best at a lot of things sweetheart," he told her. "I'm pretty good at football, and I specialize in mak-"

"Harrison?"

"Yeah?"

Carrie pulled him to her chest. "Shut up."

He chuckled. "How dare you?"

She pushed some hair out of his face. "You do more talking than actual-"

Harrison shut her up with another kiss. "And that's a bad thing?"

"We have a daughter now. We don't have all day for this."

"We have all night for it."

They kissed again, and this time Carrie wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs back around his waist. She dug her nails into his back as he trailed a kiss down to her collarbone.

Her hands found their way into his messy hair. Just as Harrison deepened another kiss, Riley started crying.

He rolled to the side of her. "You've got to be kidding."

Carrie laughed as he rolled his eyes. "Right now? Really?"

She gave him a little push. "Go."

"Why me?"

"Because," she whispered, leaning into kiss him. "I said so."

Harrison wasn't going to argue. Carrie and her mom did so much for Riley while he was gone at practice. He slowly sat up and dug under the covers for his shorts. After that, he headed down the hall to comfort Riley.

Carrie sat up as he came back with Riley in his arms. After about five minutes of pure screaming, Riley quieted down to barely a whimper. But as Harrison carried her down the hallway, she started crying again.

"Can you work your magic?"

"No."

His jaw dropped as the crying turned into screaming once again. "Why not?"

"Because she's used to me. She needs to be used to you too."

Harrison nodded. Carrie was right. But she just had a way with Riley. Her voice was enough to calm Riley down. So he tried what Carrie always did when Riley started screaming, he sung to her. Carrie's voice was so soft. His wasn't. Only a few moments after he started singing, she wasn't screaming anymore.

Carrie rested her head against his shoulder. "You got it," she whispered.

Harrison kept going until Riley was more focused on his voice than crying. Beside him, Carrie smiled. "See? There you go."

He finished one of the four lullabies Carrie would sing to Riley and let out a deep breath. He'd done it. Usually Carrie was the one to go running to Riley and calm her down. During those times, he was almost always at practice.

To keep Riley from screaming her lungs out again, Harrison picked her up into the air. He pushed her up until his arms were extended, then slowly lowered her back down to his chest and kissed her forehead.

Harrison repeated the motion over and over again, getting her to smile. "Riley, isn't this better than crying?"