Chapter 65

CLAIRE

"No! Don't... Axel don't", I warned and he stared at me for a minute contemplating whether I had the right to tell him what to do or not before he dipped his hand in the paint and I sighed.

"Don't give him that face. The kid just wants some fun", Riley laughed taking Axel's hand and imprinting it in our cream colored walls.

"You and I have a different definition of fun especially if it involves doing laundry"

In his white and blue sailor outfit, I was pretty sure the minute we left my little printing shop Axel would look like a ring Grinch covered wholly with green paint.

As a mother I found that cute but at the same time as a woman who had a lot on her hands found that exhausting.

Riley dipped her brush in the bucket of paint starting off from the left side while Axel standing at a mere five feet or so messily painted the wall with his bare hands.

He cooed calling me every second to see his work of art and every time my baby smiled at me it was like reminding me that I had one