The Falling Effect: When you do something that causes something else to happen (i.e. you fall down, you scrape your knee. Or you have sex, you get pregnant)
Greyson Rhodes: a 27 year old tall, muscular, hot but arrogant, NHL hockey player, rich of...
*This is a double update! If you haven't read chapter 33, go do so now!*
Sunday Morning - Maroon 5
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"Can we please have another one?" Greyson whined, pulling Asher onto his chest.
I shook my head, a laugh escaping my lips. "Babe, it hasn't even been a year since we had this one."
"But look at his cute little face." He pinches Asher's cheeks as Asher giggles. "And he's been so good. The kid hardly ever cries."
"You know that means the next one is going to be the total opposite, right?" I say as he shrugs his shoulders.
"Well, we don't know till we have it." He smiles up at me, giving me his best puppy dog eyes.
"No." I say as he pouts. "Enjoy this one while he's still little."
"I do enjoy him, I just want to watch him be a big brother." He says, making my heart melt into a puddle.
"Well, you can watch him be a big brother for the rest of his life, when the time comes." I say as he sighs.
"Fine." He looks back at Asher, "You're lucky you're adorable." He pulls his arms down, kissing him on the cheek. "Can we go out to lunch?"
I run my fingers through his hair, "That's fine." I say as he smiles, sitting up from laying on my lap.
"Finally something you agree to." He mouths.
"I've changed my mind."
"Wait, no, please. I didn't mean it. I love you." He says, grabbing my face with his hands, slightly squishing my cheeks in the process. "You're pretty." He says as I laugh.
"I love you too." I say, leaning forward to kiss him. He grins into the kiss before I pull away. "You're hopeless."
"I am not." He says, standing up with Asher in his arms.
"You for sure are, but whatever helps you sleep at night." He walks out of the living room, totally ignoring me as I chuckle. Standing up, I bend down, picking up a couple of Asher's toys that were scattered around the floor.
Tossing them into the basket against the wall, I make my way upstairs. I hear Greyson talking to Asher, in Asher's room, and my heart melts into a literal puddle.
Of course I want to have more kids with him, just not all at once.
"Evy." Greyson's voice echoes as I peak out of the closet.
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you don't want another one yet?" He says holding Asher up in the little hockey jersey.
"Greyson." I give him a look as he pouts.
"Meanie." He says as I chuckle.
"Baby!" I yell back before I hear footsteps coming towards me before my frontside is being pinned against the closet door.
