“I haven’t had any missed calls or voice—Hello? Grant? Are you there? Grant?”
I checked my phone and realized I no longer had a signal.
“Todd, I think the Wi-Fi is out,” I complained.
“It happens sometimes. You should be able to complete your call once we land.”
“My phone has been bugging out lately. I need to buy a new one.”
“Will you allow me to purchase it?”
I grimaced in the darkness. “No. You’ve done enough.”
“Technically, it’s in your contract that I provide you with a personal communication device.”
“It’s not necessary. I can provide my own.”
He chuckled. “Are you usually this independent?”
Sir, shut the fuck up and go to sleep… damn.
“Only when I’m tired,” I replied with a frustrated sigh, indicating I was over the conversation. I wasn’t trying to be a bitch, but if it was too early in the morning to be fighting with Grant, then it was too early in the morning to have a man I wasn’t fucking grinning in my face.
Wordlessly, he left, and I couldn’t have been happier. I was settling back into my seat when he returned.
“Hey, Kiyah. I put the bed down. Why don’t you go rest, and I’ll take over?”
I turned in my seat and nearly cried when I saw the convertible couches folded down into a bed.
“Thank you. I’ll take you up on that offer,” I whispered as I peeled Pete off of me and handed him over to his father.
“Good night, Kiyah.”
“Good night.”
I bit back a groan when I climbed into the makeshift bed and tunneled underneath the soft duvet. My head had barely hit the pillow when I heard Pete whining and Todd trying to shush him.
“Ki,” Pete wailed.
“She’s sleeping. Lie down and go to sleep, son,” Todd said, trying to reason with the toddler. The boy kept calling me until I eventually broke.
“Send him back here, Todd,” I said from under the blanket.
“It’s fine, Kiyah. Go to sleep.”
“That’s a little hard to do when he keeps saying my name.”
“If you wish,” he relented.
I threw back the cover, and despite my sour mood, I smiled as Pete toddled down the aisle in his favorite rocket ship onesie. Upon his arrival, he blessed me with a slow grin and didn’t hesitate to throw himself into the bed with me.
“Ki,” he cooed excitedly.
“Uh uh. Let me tell you something, Pistol Pete. You’re gonna lay down and go to sleep.”
“Go sleep?”
“Yeah, go to sleep. I don’t want to have to give you the bourbon in the bottle like my granddad did to my brother,” I joked.