"Babe?!" Grayson called from the washroom. "Have you seen my razor?!"

"No!" I called back as I put on Ryder's shoes. "And why are you shaving now?! We have to leave in ten minutes!"

Grayson groaned dramatically and walked out of the washroom. "Now I have to live with stubble on my face for the weekend."

I rolled my eyes and sat Ryder in my lap. "Look, Ryder. Your daddy is being melodramatic."

"I am not being melodramatic."

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Grayson, I'll think you'll survive not shaving for the weekend. And if it makes you feel any better, you look hot with that stubble." I honestly didn't care...