Riding in the back of the Audi Q7, I ponder about how today is going to pan out. Teddy clutches his old and grubby teddy bear. I should make it a point to wash that soon.
I subconsciously make a list of errands I need to run today. Send Teddy to school with Sawyer, read through the latest manuscript sent in yesterday by Boyce and of course I need to brief Emma about Teddy's dinner given that both Christian and I are going out for dinner with the Greys.
My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden text message from Christian.
Is Teddy at school yet?
My lips curl into a smile as I type a witty response.
Sawyer doesn't drive half as fast as Taylor can. Aren't you the one who keeps nagging about keeping below the speed limit?
I press and send and turn my attention back to my copper-haired boy.
"Remember to leave Wiggles in the car okay? You don't want to lose your favorite toy right?" I ruffle his curly hair.
Teddy turns and hugs his bear, clearly trying to show his refusal to cooperate. Gosh, I love this boy but why is he so hard to work with? He obviously picks this up from his father. The Grey men... stubborn as always.
"Theodore, don't you remember what happen last time you took Wiggles to school?" I pinch his cheek.
All of a sudden, Teddy gives me one of his brightest smiles, another trick he's picked up from his father no doubt. He knows I can't say no when he does that. Pick your fights Grey...pick your fights. I give in and unbuckle my seatbelt as Sawyer stops the car at the school's roundabout.
9.08am. Not bad Grey, only 8 minutes late, I unbuckle Teddy's car seat strap and he immediately jumps out of his seat. I bound around the car and open his door.
Teddy jumps around ecstatically. "Jake! Jake!" He calls out with his high-pitched voice. Teddy adores going to school. Well, let's see how that pans out in a couple of years. I carry Teddy out of the car and set him on his bolts towards his best friend Jake, not giving a dime about his own mother.
My lips curl into a smile as I watch Teddy's animated conversation with Jake. My social butterfly. I hop back into the car and Sawyer eases it into the morning traffic.
As Sawyer weaves his way around the traffic, I send Fifty another text.
Your son is in school. And only 8 minutes late! I'm on my way back now. What time does dinner start tonight?
A few minutes later, I get a response.
Well done Mrs. Grey. Super mother indeed. Please hurry home, Phoebe is fussing. Dinner is at 7.
As usual, his response makes me giggle. I set my phone on my lap and stare out into Seattle traffic.
Hi guys! It's been 3 years since I've last posted and I would like to apologize for that. I look forward to posting more often!
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