Page 92 of The Game Plan
“What’d you do?”
I huff a laugh. “Trust me?”
“Always.”
I reach for her hand and guide her around the sectional, leading her toward her closed bedroom. Before I can turn the handle, she gasps as her hand covers her mouth. I quickly turn, thinking she’s hurt.
“What? What is it?”
“Oh my god, I left a mess on our bathroom floor.”
“Don’t worry, baby. We cleaned it up.” Embarrassment heats her cheeks, but I lean down and kiss it away. “Don’t be embarrassed. It wasn’t a big deal.”
With that out of the way, I push open her door, and her mouth drops.
Crew and my dad helped, and we moved the old bed out of the room—it’s currently in pieces in my parents’ basement. In the center of the room is an ivory rug with her crib on top, lined with lemon crib sheets. Brynn found two lemon art pieces online and a yellow ‘L’ art print customized with ‘Lennon’ in a sage-colored script font. I hung them above the crib.
“Grant…” Her voice is low, and I can’t tell if she’s upset or surprised.
“If you hate it, we can change everything back.”
She steps farther into the room, taking in all the details. “When did you do all this?”
I rake a hand down my face. “After Lennon was born, and she made the sour lemon face, you had fallen asleep. I started scrolling the internet for something lemon baby related. I found a crib sheet, then sent it to Brynn for her opinion. And you know Brynn; she ran with the idea. Mom and Bret helped put it together, so it was a joint effort.”
She lets out a laugh that sounds like a relieved half-sob. “I can’t believe you did all this.”
I wink. “Only the best for my girls.”
She slowly steps closer, putting her arms around my neck and pressing a kiss to my lips. “And where will I sleep?”
“In my room, Mrs. Campbell.”
She shivers and, goddamn, I can’t wait until her six weeks pass to have her again.
“No more sleeping in this room because you’re afraid of waking me.”
“But what about when she cries in the night?”
“Baby…” I grip her cheeks in my hands, tipping her head to look at me. “I know what I was signing up for when I married you. You and Lennon are a package deal, and with that comes late-night feedings, dirty diapers, and meltdowns of epic proportions. I’m here for it all. Let me be your partner, your equal. You no longer have to do things on your own, Savannah.”
I see the tears welling in her eyes as she nods. Leaning down, I press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
We move back into the living room and settle in slowly. I unclip Lennon from her car seat and lay her down on a blanket on the floor. I change her diaper while Sav watches. With a clean diaper, the three of us curl onto the couch together. Our little family.
By late afternoon, we’ve all spent time dozing on the couch asThe Officeplayed on repeat. Savannah and Lennon are tucked under a blanket, and I grab us some electrolyte water. Settling next to the girls, I unlock my phone.
“Want to do a group video chat now? The girls are dying to meet Lennon and check on you.”
“Yeah, let’s introduce the newest member of the crew.”
I tap the group chat with Quinton, Brynn, Cody, and Chloe. The screen lights with familiar faces, all of them loud and talking over each other as soon as they answer.
“Oh my gosh, where is she?”
“Congrats, G!”
“Hey, Mama!”
