42. Portraits


Tyler finally got around to putting up the portraits of their children up on the living room walls and around the house. Why did they need to have so many baby pictures?

“Are you just putting those up?” Luce asked, making her way to put Gissel down for a nap.

“Nope, just making sure they’re secure and won’t fall,” he lied. Then, a two year old Nathan pushed his truck into Ty’s ankle, making a portrait frame slip out of his hand. “I’m going out with Nathan for a bit,” he quickly dashed out, taking the blonde boy with him.