Chapter 9 - Tatum Reid

Tatum POV

“Grace?” I say as I walk into her room and she is wrapped in her robe, looking at her pajama options. I cross my arms, standing behind her and she looks up at me.

“I don’t know what one to wear Mommy, do you think Fred is going to like this one?” She asks, pointing at her pink pajamas that are covered in unicorns.

“I think he is going to love it, baby,” I say, kissing her on the top of the head. She smiles as she gets dressed while I put her towel hanging to dry in the bathroom we share. I look down the corridor and I can see Fred sitting on the couch. He looks lost in thought. That kiss. What was that?

I place both my hands on the sink as I look at my reflection in the mirror in front of me and I can feel my heart beating fast and my breathing is erratic. My hands start to shake as I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing. The last man I kissed was Thatcher. The last man that has ever touched me was him, and now, I have a different feeling in my body. Fred’s touch complete