yellow - grayson dolan | © 2018

Twenty-Eight

I woke up in my own bed today. Grayson and I had been back from our honeymoon for about a week now. I had just gotten better from the severe jet lag from Fiji. Don't get me wrong, I loved Fiji, but I was so ready to be home with both of my boys.

I unwrapped the duvet off my body and walked into Daniel's nursery.

"Good morning baby boy." I cooed while picking him up. I cradled him in my arms and sat in the chair and began to breastfeed him.

After a few minutes, a shirtless Grayson walked in and pecked mine and Daniel's foreheads.

"Morning." He crouched down and rubbed Daniel's cheek.

"Wow, you never wake up on your own." I teased him.

"Oh, ha ha." Grayson sarcastically smiled.

"Love you." I rubbed his bicep.

"I love you too." He smooched my cheek.

When I finished feeding Daniel, I took him into the living room and lied him in his swing. I walked up behind Gray, who was still shirtless, and wrapped my arms around him. He tried to maneuver around the kitchen while I was clinging onto him, but he failed.

"I love you, but if you want breakfast, you're gonna have to let go of me." He chuckled.

"Fine." I sighed, letting him know he'd won this time.

I walked back into the living room and got on my phone. I posted my last Fiji picture on Instagram and set my phone back down. I played with Daniel for a little bit while waiting on Grayson.

"Breakfast is ready." He called after a few minutes. I picked up Daniel and set him in his high chair.

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