Grayson POV
"Is it done?" I asked Thomas, studying him closely as we sat down at the table, the dark circles beneath his eyes a testament to how late he had been up.
"Yes," he said, sipping at his coffee and raising a brow at me "You're welcome by the way" he added slightly smarmily.
I grinned, drinking my coffee and enjoying the stillness in the house, only to be interrupted by the sound of my son as he came running in, his face flushed, a wide grin on his face, and his brown curls bouncing off his shoulders.
"Daddy" he shrieked, flinging himself at me, my housekeeper Mrs Stuart panting as she paused in the doorway, her cheeks a deep ruddy red color.
"Jackson," I said gravely, picking him up and placing him on my lap, while looking at my housekeeper who looked run off her feet, "
