"Okay, hear me out. We are stuck in the house with nothing to do, we could do something productive while we have time to kill."
"We wrote and released an entire album, Grace. What sounds more productive than that?"
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"How to tell your partner you want to have a baby," Grace whispered to herself after opening an incognito browser on Google and typing it as she spoke. Taylor was in the shower, they had gotten home from Blake and Ryan's that afternoon and Taylor had jumped back into album planning, putting the track list together now that she had the final cuts of each song she wanted to include.
After reading a few useless suggestions about being honest and having open communication, Grace blamed the entire thought on currently experiencing ovulation and shut her phone off after plugging it in while waiting for Taylor to return from the shower.
Taylor came out in her towel, barely wrapped around her and stuck her tongue out at her fiancée with her hair dripping onto her toes, "What's up over there?"
"Nothing," Grace replied quietly as she took in the view. Taylor went to the dresser to get out some fresh underwear but dropped it and as she reached down to pick it up, her ass was on full display, "You're sexy."
"Are you ogling me in a towel?" Taylor chuckled as she slipped the underwear on.
Grace hummed affirmatively as the towel went on the floor and Taylor pulled a shirt from the other drawer, letting it fall over her frame loosely. She left the towel in the hamper before she got onto the bed by jumping from the foot, landing on her stomach next to the brunette and using her elbows to prop herself up.
"I'm glad you think I'm sexy after all these years. I don't know if you knew this, but I'm thirty so that's like... I'm essentially an old cat lady," the singer chuckled as she rolled so her head was on Grace's lap. Grace's fingers landed in her wet hair and combed through it as the curls began to form.
"You're not old," Grace promised her, "I'm certain that even when you are an octogenarian, I'll still find you attractive."
"An octogenarian?"
"Someone who is between eight and eighty-nine years old," Grace explained, "You better live to at least eighty-nine. I plan on living to ninety-two."
"You can't just plan that," Taylor cracked a smile, "You're going to get old and grey with me. Isn't that sweet but also a little sickening?"
"It was you or Charles, at least you'll still have hair that can turn grey," they'd made a joke about Grace's prior situation now that it wasn't too fresh. Everything had worked out how it should have in their eyes. Charlie was happy, Grace was happy and Taylor was happy. They didn't even need to form a throuple to achieve it.
"Don't remind me of his shiny bald head," Taylor grimaced. He'd started wearing a toupée a few months back and it wasn't a good look on him. Going bald and being proud of it would have been a better way to go.
Grace chuckled and continued to run her fingers through Taylor's hair silently. She enjoyed the peace they found in one another, the few times her brain completely shut down and went quiet was moments like that.
