Grayson was stuck in a situation. He was appointed on babysitting duty for Nash and Libby. Luckily, he was only babysitting Hannah. But she was in her all hell will break loose if I don’t get what I want phase. As much authority Grayson held, he was soft for the little girl. She was his niece, after all. And she made him soft.

It was fun watching her get all excited to dress up and go out with one of her uncles, he had to admit. So it wasn’t all that bad as he was making it sound, he just didn’t want her surrounded by all of the douche bags on the carpet.

“Hannah–” Grayson said, swooping down to pick up the toddler in her floofy pink dress in his arms after she tried to run away. He looked at you with the best thing he could call a smile.

“Come sit with me, okay?” He sat down in a chair with Hannah sitting on his thigh, brushing her brown hair out of her face gently.