Reed
The vases of sunflowers and peonies had completely changed the estate.
They were placed on the dining table, the kitchen island, and the mantle of the grand living room, spreading chaotic burst of life into the usually lifeless halls.
But as beautiful as the flowers were, they didn't compare to the sound that was currently filling the room.
William’s infectious giggles bounced off the vaulted ceilings.
Dinner had been a wonderful moment.
I had stripped off my tie, discarded my suit jacket and was currently sprawled out on my back in the center of the plush living room rug.
William was using my chest as a mountainous terrain for his plastic dinosaurs.
"The Brachiosaurus is climbing the big mountain!" William announced, marching the long-necked toy up my ribs.
"Oh, is he?" I
