When Snowflakes Fall | Completed

Chapter 3 | Warm Mug

BEXLEY TURNER

WHEN MORNING ROLLS AROUND, I leave the bedroom Nash and I are staying in, for the time being, dressed in a cream-colored sweater and grey sweatpants. I rub my eyes and yawn when I walk into the grand kitchen of my sister's large home.

The kitchen is painted a light gray and the cabinets are white with silver knobs. There's an island in the middle that has a fruit basket on it and gray stools on the sides. Above are lights hanging, providing artificial lighting. Directly above the sink is a large window, allowing me to see the sunrise and into the snowy backyard. And by the stove, is Chrissy and Jared cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon hits my nose and I moan inwardly.

I take a seat on one of the stools and watch as Chrissy places a mug in front of me. "Thank you." Chrissy nods and I gratefully take a sip, welcoming the warm liquid to my throat as I swallow.

"Hi, I'm Jared," Chrissy's fiancé sticks his hand out and I shake his hand. Jared has light brown hair and dark brown eyes, a slight beard, and a muscular build.

"Bexley," I smile at him and then take another sip of my coffee. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise," he smiles back before placing a kiss on Chrissy's head and cooking bacon and pancakes. "Baby, can you grab me the pancake mix please?"

Chrissy nods and I quietly watch them with a smile on my face while I drink my coffee. "So, Bex, is Nash still asleep?"

"When I left the room, he was starting to wake up, but he probably fell back asleep," I tell her and thank Jared when he places a bowl of fruits on the table.

"When do you think he'll get up?" She gives Jared the pancake mix and then leans against the counter, drinking out of her own mug. "You and Hayden made the cutest kid."

"Thank you, and he may get up now or two hours from now. I never know with him."

"Alright, well in the meantime we can do some wedding planning," she suggests with a shrug.

"I'd love to."

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Nash snuggles into my chest while I put color combinations for Chrissy's wedding together on the table. "What about green, brown, and gray?" I suggest and Chrissy looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I do not want a leprechaun wedding," she scrunches her face up as if someone told her they pooped on her floor. If there's one thing I know about Chrissy, it's that she takes planning very seriously. One time in high school we got into an argument and I ripped her calendar in half out of anger. She didn't talk to me for months even though I apologized to her numerous times. I ended up buying and decorating her a new calendar as a sorry present and she eventually forgave me.

"Blue, grey, and teal?"

She looks at me for a few seconds. "Maybe. Put those in the pile."

I do as she says and put the color strips in the pile of potential wedding colors. Right now, after an hour, there are only two color combinations in that pile. The other combination is teal, gray, and green. If I ever get married I would want gray and blue for the colors.

Nash looks up, still sitting on my lap with his little legs around my waist, still dressed in his Iron Man pajama set. "Mama, can we go outside?" He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and I inwardly groan. This little boy has me wrapped around his finger, just like his father once did.

"Maybe later, darling," I kiss his head and take a sip of my coffee.

"I could take him outside, if you want," Jared suggests from his spot on the couch, beside Chrissy.

I hesitate and then look at Nash, who has a small grin on his face. "Do you want to go out with uncle Jared?"

"Yes!" He climbs off of my lap and runs towards the hallway. "Mama help me!"

I shake my head. "Duty calls," I mock salute Chrissy and Jared before getting up from the couch and going to the bedroom to help Nash with his snow pants and coat.

"Zip me up," he giggles, pointing to the zipper on his bright green winter coat. This kid is so much like his father, kind, shy, and funny.  

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