☆Five Years Later…
☆Dawn☆
I glanced over at my husband and burst out laughing. He was in the kitchen of our holiday home and the sight was just too comical for words. He had our three old son, Tyson, on his hip and he was frying something on the stove. However, whatever it was, it wasn’t going very well as I watched Tyson throw back his head against Blake’s shoulder, open his mouth, and let out a loud wail. Blake, who already looked panicked, dropped the wooden spoon and gave his full attention to our boy.
“Why the hell are you crying?” Blake asked him as he sat him down on the kitchen island. I leaned against the door frame as I continued to watch. Blake checked out Tyson, trying to figure out why he had burst into tears and the confused frown was utterly adorable. “Why Tyson, why?” I
