“Mmm, Judi, you’re a goddess. These waffles are the bomb!” I called out, licked my fingers, and then took in the smiling face of my man. “Yeah, that’s right. Crazy, huh?”
He ran a hand through his hair, leaned back, and sipped his coffee. “It is, but not impossible. Do you have any thoughts on what you want to do for the first one?”
I shoveled in another bite of heaven on a plate, chewed, and swallowed before responding. “Well, since I don’t have a ton of time, I was thinking of doing the first episode on stay-at-home mothers.”
Wes’s brow furrowed. “Explain.”
Sitting on my foot and leaning forward, I traced patterns in the tabletop with my finger. “I don’t know exactly. But I was thinking about how all these moms pretty much give up everything for their kids, careers and hobbies, all to raise their children. That alone is beautiful. Many of them volunteer at the schools, run PTAs, Girl Scouts, play chauffeur to sports activities. I don’t know. It’s kind of a thankless job. I mean, obviously their kids appreciate them, and I imagine their husbands do too, but there’s such a stigma to the phrase stay-at-home-mom, you know?” I sipped my coffee and set it down. The wheels in my head were spinning like mad.
“Where did you come up with this?” Wes swirled his waffle in a ridiculous amount of syrup. How about a little waffle with your syrup? Instead of saying anything, I bit my tongue. He was doing his best to gain a little weight back, and if a load of syrup was going to do it, I was all for it.
I shrugged and continued eating. “You know, when I was with Max and Cyndi at their ranch, I watched how much Cyndi did. She cooked all the meals, did all the shopping, cleaned the entire house, took care of Isabel, all while pregnant. On top of that, she was a badass at crafts. She didn’t just sit Isabel in front of the TV all day. Of course she allowed her to watch a few shows and play some video games, but on top of that, she spent time making headbands and bows.”
“Headbands and bows? For what?”
I rolled my eyes. “Really? Are you that much of a guy?”
Wes chuckled and pointed to his sculpted chest and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah.”
“Okay, you’ve got a point.” I licked my lips and shamelessly took in all the eye-candy that was my half-dressed man. Yummo.
“Don’t look at me like that, or you won’t finish your breakfast or your idea. Now continue.”
I snickered and went back to what I was saying. “Anyway, she made hairbands and ties and bows, things that a little girl Isabel’s age loved to wear. And when Isabel went to preschool a couple days a week, she’d give them to the other parents as little gifts from Bell. It was cool. She did the crafts with her daughter and then made someone else’s day by giving them a gift. And when I went to that class with her to pick her daughter up, half the girls in there were wearing Cyndi’s unique gifts.”
“That’s really cool. But how are you going to make it interesting enough that the viewers would want to watch it?”
“I figured you could help me with that part.”
He sat back and looked out the window, pursing his lips. Man he was pretty. I knew men didn’t like to be thought of as pretty, but Wes just was. Sure he was handsome, hot, sexy as fuck, but he was also beautiful. I guess love does that to you. Makes you see everything about your mate through rose-colored glasses.
“What if you followed a mom around with a video camera?”
“Like a reality show?”
He nodded and the hamster started spinning the wheel.
“Find a mom you know who does something you consider beautiful. Interview her. Video her throughout her day, how much she does for everyone else, and show the beauty you’ve seen to the rest of the world. The people who watch the Dr. Hoffman show will eat it up. The odds are, a very large portion of that audience is stay-at-home moms. I’ll bet the producers eat the idea up.”
“Will you work on it with me?” I batted my eyelashes and held my breath. This was phase two in me getting him back into the field. No, it wasn’t exactly movie-making or writing a script, but it was in the same realm, for sure.
Wes smiled and placed his hand on top of mine. “If it would please you, I would.”
“It would. Very much. This is so awesome!” I stood up and danced around.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” He laughed.
I jumped around for a bit more and then hopped over to his lap and flopped down. “At least I’m your brand of crazy.”
“That is true. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chapter Seven