Page 130 of Eleanor & Grey
“You’re welcome. I hope tonight was...” He brushed his thumb against his bottom lip and somewhat blushed. “I hope tonight was as good for you as it was for me.”
“It was perfect.”
Beyond perfect.
“Good, good. That’s good.” He smiled the shyest grin I’d ever seen. “Good night, Ellie.”
“Good night, Grey.”
As I started walking toward the guesthouse, he called after me one more time.
I turned his way, and he was swaying back and forth a little with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
“No regrets?” he asked me.
“No.” I shook my head as my heart began to explode into a new form of happiness. “No regrets.”
49Eleanor
We fell together quickly, and we fell together fast. Once we started the descent, there was never a moment of regret. There was simply respect and understanding. We worked through the hard parts together, and we found our way around the tough days.
And boy, did we learn to embrace the good days wholly. We welcomed them with open arms.
When the girls fell asleep, Greyson would crash into my world. We laughed, kissed, and made love.
Love...
I was falling in love with him, and it came effortlessly too. Almost as if all I was ever supposed to do was love a man like him.
“Good morning,” Greyson greeted his daughters as he walked into the dining room for breakfast. He looked refreshed that morning, and I couldn’t help but think it had something to do withourearly morning greetings.
He moved over to Lorelai and kissed her forehead as he grabbed a banana from the table.
“Good morning, Daddy!” Lorelai exclaimed, shoving cereal into her mouth.
Greyson walked into the kitchen to get his coffee, and he hummed to himself as he did so.
Karla cocked an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked him as he walked back into the dining room, still humming.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I don’t know, you’re acting... weird.”
Greyson tossed the banana in his left hand into the air and caught it in his right. “Don’t know what you mean, Karla.”
She narrowed her eyes, still suspicious, but she went back to eating. “Whatever, Dad.”
Greyson headed off to work, leaving me and the two girls there to finish our meal.
“He was super weird,” Karla mentioned again, pouring herself another bowl of cereal.
“How so?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. He just seemed like... the old Dad. The dad he was before everything happened. Like he was himself again. After Mom died, he never hummed anymore.”
I tried my best to not react too much to her comment, but Greyson was humming again.
And I thought that was beautiful.
