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“Missed you,” he murmurs.
“Missed you too.” Might as well tell him what he wants to know now. “We went over to have dinner with Carey and Logan. Savannah wanted him to come over for a sleepover; that’s why they’re there.”
He nods. “Let’s sleep. I’ve kept you up long enough and I definitely need it.” He kisses my forehead and quickly falls asleep.
In the morning, my intentions are to let him sleep in, but when I wake up, Ian isn’t in bed. I can hear Savannah giggling and smell the delicious aroma of bacon and biscuits. My stomach grumbles yet I pull the blankets up to my neck. I think what I miss the most about life pre-Savannah is the days where I could do absolutely nothing. It’s hard to do that now, if not completely impossible. Let me savor these few moments while I can.
Ian walks into the room with a plate. “Morning, gorgeous. Hungry?”
“Breakfast in bed?” I sit up as he sits next to me and hands me the plate.
“Yeah. Savannah’s in there finishing up with Logan.”
“Are you playing nice?” This is the first time he’s seen Logan since he snapped at him.
“Yeah. We’re good. You aren’t going to thank me for breakfast?”
“Thanks. Can I ask you something?”
“What is it, babe?” He grabs my biscuit and takes a bite.
“Would it be terrible of me to take Savannah to daycare, drop Logan off, and then come here and crawl back into bed?”
Ian tilts his head with confusion. “Why would that be terrible? You don’t have classes or anything today, right?”
“Nope. I was just thinking about how I haven’t had a day where I do nothing since before she was born and today seems like a good opportunity. But it doesn’t even sound right to say it.”
“Stay in bed, Sydney. I’ll take her and drop him off. You be lazy or take the card I gave you and go to the spa. Whatever you want. Logan will hopefully keep Savannah tonight for you to come to my game where the women will explain it to you. We’ll go out with everyone afterward.” His hand starts walking up from my knee. “Then come home for some fun.”
“You’re planning my entire day for me?”
“Do you want to hear what we’re doing tomorrow?” He raises an eyebrow, causing me to laugh.
“No, that’s okay. Update me tomorrow.”
Ian sits with me while I eat, occasionally stealing food from my plate. Every so often, he tosses out a suggestion for what I can do on my day off. Savannah’s little feet pound down the hall and a second later, she appears in the doorway. She must have dressed herself this morning because she’s wearing a colorful pair of leggings, but the top is a color that doesn’t match and it has ducks on it.
“Mommy! Look! Daddy’s here!”
“Yeah, I see that. He came in early this morning. Are you ready to go?”
“Yep!”
“You aren’t wearing shoes,” I point out.
“Oops!” She giggles and runs to her room.
“Did you notice she doesn’t match?” I ask Ian. It doesn’t matter. There are things worth fighting a toddler over and that’s often not one of them. But I do want to know what he says.
“Yeah, but she’s almost three and I told her she could wear whatever she wanted to. Does it really matter?” He started out sounding confident in his answer, but by the end, he’s looking at me for confirmation.
I smile at knowing he’s the one who let her make the decision. “No, it doesn’t.”
He starts to smile. “Was that a test question that I just passed?”
“Yes, and you passed with flying colors. I told you that you had good instincts.”
“Babe, you don’t have to pat me on the back every time I do something right. I feel settled and comfortable for the most part.”
