name.
Everyone stopped by to congratulate the new parents.
A small pang of loss hit Sophie at the thought of her own parents, but she refused to dwell on it. There was nothing she could do, and the grief of not having her mom and dad there was nothing compared to when Tennyson had to go back to Texas.
It was devastating. He looked so anguished, and it didn’t get much easier as the months flew by.
Tennyson saw Kayden as often as he could, and Sophie couldn’t imagine how painful it was to be away from their son. Even when she returned to work, Kayden was close.
She traveled with him.
He was there on her lap when she signed a three-million-dollar contract to star in two films that would be shot back-to-back on location in Australia.
Daniel hired Angela, a nanny who helped out whenever Sophie was on set or when she was with her personal trainer.
Sophie was there every moment possible to see Kayden grow and learn new things.
Despite being there as often as he could—maybe a week or two out of every month—Tennyson missed many of Kayden's firsts. So when he was almost ten months old and cautiously letting go of furniture when he stood up, Sophie picked up the phone and told Tennyson Kayden might take his first step any day now.
Tennyson was on the next flight.
He had been stuck in LA while Sophie was in Boston.
Most of her filming took place in the studios in LA, so it hadn't been more than two weeks since she'd seen Tennyson, but there was always something new.
Not only with Kayden, it seemed. With Tennyson, too.
The ink? Hot as fuck, and she always wanted to ask about the feather along the inside of his forearm, but it would be like putting out a fire with gasoline. She'd finally gotten him out of her head, mostly, and she wasn’t going to jeopardize that.
She had no room for attraction in her life right now.
By the same token, she refrained from asking why he'd bought the painting they'd created together in Vancouver.
Now as she opened the door to her hotel suite and let him in, she couldn’t help but notice another tattoo had been added. She could only see the edge of it around his wrist, and she was curious. The silver at his temples and in his beard was ever present, but in other ways, he almost looked younger. Or perhaps not younger, but more youthful.
"How can you look so good after a long flight?" she asked in wonder.
This was a man who worked day and night, spent all his free time flying back and forth to see Kayden, and was two months away from forty.
"You're too cute," he chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Everything good?"
She nodded and pinched the hem of his jacket. "Can I see your new ink?"
"Uh, sure." He smiled and shrugged out of his leather jacket, draping it over a chair. And it revealed the silhouette of a forest around his forearm. "I wanted something to represent Kayden." Well, that was a safe topic—unlike the other two tattoos Sophie had seen—so she raised a brow in question because she couldn’t see the connection. "Christmas trees." His eyes flashed with mirth. "It was Christmas Eve when I learned I was becoming a father. But I wasn’t keen on the idea of having a bunch of ornaments tattooed on my skin, so I went with a winter forest. I have his birthday and the time he was born inked on my shoulder blade, too."
"That’s…" So fucking cute, she almost became weepy. "That’s so sweet, Tennyson." She couldn’t imagine a better dad than him. "Um, Kayden's napping, but it's time to wake him up." She pointed toward the bedroom.
"Let me do it." On the way, he paused to pat Max on the head. "How are you doing, buddy? Miss me?" Tennyson grinned then continued to the bedroom.
Damn. Sophie tilted her head, checking him out.
It wasn’t fair. Sophie also had a birthday coming up—her twenty-third—yet she felt ancient. She couldn’t even remember the last time she went out to have fun. She knew it was before she got pregnant. Which Brooklyn loved to remind her
Everyone stopped by to congratulate the new parents.
A small pang of loss hit Sophie at the thought of her own parents, but she refused to dwell on it. There was nothing she could do, and the grief of not having her mom and dad there was nothing compared to when Tennyson had to go back to Texas.
It was devastating. He looked so anguished, and it didn’t get much easier as the months flew by.
Tennyson saw Kayden as often as he could, and Sophie couldn’t imagine how painful it was to be away from their son. Even when she returned to work, Kayden was close.
She traveled with him.
He was there on her lap when she signed a three-million-dollar contract to star in two films that would be shot back-to-back on location in Australia.
Daniel hired Angela, a nanny who helped out whenever Sophie was on set or when she was with her personal trainer.
Sophie was there every moment possible to see Kayden grow and learn new things.
Despite being there as often as he could—maybe a week or two out of every month—Tennyson missed many of Kayden's firsts. So when he was almost ten months old and cautiously letting go of furniture when he stood up, Sophie picked up the phone and told Tennyson Kayden might take his first step any day now.
Tennyson was on the next flight.
He had been stuck in LA while Sophie was in Boston.
Most of her filming took place in the studios in LA, so it hadn't been more than two weeks since she'd seen Tennyson, but there was always something new.
Not only with Kayden, it seemed. With Tennyson, too.
The ink? Hot as fuck, and she always wanted to ask about the feather along the inside of his forearm, but it would be like putting out a fire with gasoline. She'd finally gotten him out of her head, mostly, and she wasn’t going to jeopardize that.
She had no room for attraction in her life right now.
By the same token, she refrained from asking why he'd bought the painting they'd created together in Vancouver.
Now as she opened the door to her hotel suite and let him in, she couldn’t help but notice another tattoo had been added. She could only see the edge of it around his wrist, and she was curious. The silver at his temples and in his beard was ever present, but in other ways, he almost looked younger. Or perhaps not younger, but more youthful.
"How can you look so good after a long flight?" she asked in wonder.
This was a man who worked day and night, spent all his free time flying back and forth to see Kayden, and was two months away from forty.
"You're too cute," he chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Everything good?"
She nodded and pinched the hem of his jacket. "Can I see your new ink?"
"Uh, sure." He smiled and shrugged out of his leather jacket, draping it over a chair. And it revealed the silhouette of a forest around his forearm. "I wanted something to represent Kayden." Well, that was a safe topic—unlike the other two tattoos Sophie had seen—so she raised a brow in question because she couldn’t see the connection. "Christmas trees." His eyes flashed with mirth. "It was Christmas Eve when I learned I was becoming a father. But I wasn’t keen on the idea of having a bunch of ornaments tattooed on my skin, so I went with a winter forest. I have his birthday and the time he was born inked on my shoulder blade, too."
"That’s…" So fucking cute, she almost became weepy. "That’s so sweet, Tennyson." She couldn’t imagine a better dad than him. "Um, Kayden's napping, but it's time to wake him up." She pointed toward the bedroom.
"Let me do it." On the way, he paused to pat Max on the head. "How are you doing, buddy? Miss me?" Tennyson grinned then continued to the bedroom.
Damn. Sophie tilted her head, checking him out.
It wasn’t fair. Sophie also had a birthday coming up—her twenty-third—yet she felt ancient. She couldn’t even remember the last time she went out to have fun. She knew it was before she got pregnant. Which Brooklyn loved to remind her
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