You Distract Me

.THE END.

TEN YEARS LATER

"Grandpa!"

Little Noah ran to his grinning grandfather, his young mind hardly registering the ugly orange jumpsuit.

Oran lifted him and wrapped his arms around his tiny six year old body.

Noah giggled against the embrace. "Grandpa you're squeezing too tight."

He put him back down and raised his hand above the boy's head. "My God, I just saw you two weeks ago and you're already turning into a giant."

Noah laughed like his grandfather was the funniest man to live on earth.

"He encourages you too much."

Oran smiled at his daughter, fresh affection filling his eyes. "Hello, my darling girl."

"Hi, dad," Olivia said, kissing her father on the cheek. "You look well."

"Well, good behavior pays for comfortable things in this place." His eyes dropped to her stomach. "Man, you're getting bigger by the day."

"Careful, you might offend her, six months along is not the place to make careless remarks." Shayne said, kissing her wife's temple for good measure.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "We'll see how you like this when you're baking the third one."

"You finally agreed?" Oran said, embracing Shayne as he spoke.

Every time he saw them together, he got more certain he'd made the best decision of his life ten years ago.

"Agreed is a strong word. More like considered it."

Olivia scoffed. "Seven years of marriage and that's how much progress I've made, can you imagine it?"

Oran let out a deep chuckle. "Actually I can."

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"I need you to stop staring, it's turning me on."

Shayne, who was in constant awe of his wife's beauty merely shrugged. "I'm down for a trip upstairs," she said, watching the lively backyard from the patio.

Olivia looked around her in disbelief. "You're unbelievable. We're having a family gathering for god's sake," she said, disapprovingly, but the glint in her eyes gave her away. "Plus you're literally holding our son in your lap."

Shayne looked down at Noah, sleeping soundly against her chest, instinctively placing a kiss on his forehead. "Poor kid is knocked out from playing and eating cake all afternoon. He's out cold."

Former Mrs. Ryans stepped out the house and onto the patio, an apron adorning her waist was showcasing her hard work in the kitchen. "Let me take him upstairs." She was already raising her hands to take her grandson. "Shayne, I'll have to steal our favorite fashion designer for a bit. We need her to show us how her fancy oven works."

"You'll never get a handle on it. I've been trying ever since she bought the damn thing." Shayne handed sleeping Noah over to his grandmother, and then proceeded to help Olivia out of her chair.

"You're just upset you still can't bake as good as I can."

Shayne feigned surprise. "Wow, that's a low blow, even for you."

She got a kiss and a wink instead, and stood in place long after they walked away. 

"You continue looking like that, we'll be forced to assume you'd sacrifice the entire world for them."