"Grayson!" I yell.
"Whattt?" He yells from our room.
"Come here!"
Gray runs downstairs and into the kitchen. "Yeah babe?"
"Grayson won't eat his donut!"
Gray chuckles. "Babe, he's three months old. He doesn't have teeth yet to eat a donut."
"Evil baby." I glare at little Grayson, who lets out a giggle.Gray laughs. "Don't call our baby evil."
Mike walks downstairs, yawns, and hugs my leg. "Morning mommy."
"Hey sweetie. Did you sleep good?"
"Yes."
"What do you want for breakfast?" I pick him up and set him on a chair at the table.
"Donut?"
"That's a good child. Take notes." I glare at Grayson again then point to Gray.
"Get Mikey a donut."
"But it's seven in the morning." Gray whines.
"I don't care. I'm not the one who ate the last donut."
"Yes... you were, babe."
"I'm not the one making all the money. Now go."
"But-"
"We can... cuddle tonight."
"I'll be back in a few minutes." Gray grabs the car keys, and still in his pajamas, heads to the store.
I sit next to Mike and rub his back. "What did ya dream about?"
"Basketball."
I smile. "Ooh, really?"
"Yeah. It was daddy with his bad bowlcut you showed me playing basketball."
I laugh. "That must've been a good dream."
"It was."
A few minutes later, Gray walks back into the kitchen and sets a box of beautiful donuts before me and kisses my forehead.
I hand Mike a donut, then have two for myself. Grayson groans from the fridge, then slams the door.
"What?" I ask.
"Luke got a new girlfriend."
"Oh God. Who is it this time?"
"Holy shit..."
"Don't say that in front of the kids."
"It's Bailey."
"What the fuck?!" I yell.
*le shrug*
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