“Yeah, I am,” Gray says. “Are you finished being busy? Are you going to live with me now?” Graycee asks him. “Come on, baby, let’s go back to bed.” I step around Gray and pick up my daughter. “As a matter of fact, I am going to live with you now, Graycee. Would you like that?” Gray pushes to his feet, meeting my daughter’s eyes. Our daughter’s eyes. She nods her head. “I’ve been waiting.”
