“You are Grayson Monroe, a Stanley Cup champion. A father, a damn good one too. You’re my…” I pause, wondering what title is appropriate. “You’re my person, Gray. You’re my soul mate. But don’t tell Lil that because she really does think that’s her spot. And you are a good man. You’re caring, loyal, and fiercely protective of the people you love. Can you be an ass at times? Sure.” I smile and Grayson frowns at me. “But you’re an ass I happen to love and really don’t want to have to go back to living without. Ever again,” I tell him.
