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Song:More by Halsey

Warnings: none that I know of

Words: 1004

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Part five:

More-Halsey

Two days later

“Hey Ethan?” You knocked on his door as you stood in the doorway looking into his bedroom you saw he was sat at his desk

“Hm?” He looked up seeing you were holding a piece of paper in your hand

“Will you read this...I wanna know if it makes sense before I give it to Grayson we’ll actually drop it off in the mail box.”

“Yeah sure.” You gave a small nod as you into the bedroom handing him the paper you watched as his eyes scanned over it you could see his face soften

Hi Grayson...I’m writing this letter because I’m too afraid to say it in person because of what’s been going on with you and I don’t know how you’ll react and it scares me, I wanted to tell you sooner but I could never find the right time and now doesn’t seem like a good time either apparently but I need to say it or you’ll find out sooner out later.

I’m pregnant...I know you said you didn’t want kids until your married but I didn’t know this was gonna happen..I was told I couldn’t have kids,I spent years in waiting rooms just wanting to find out if I could have kids because it’s my dream to get married and have a kid or two, I should probably say the next part in person...so when you read this call me please.

“Yeah it’s good...are you sure you don’t want me to take it over?”

“I’m sure, I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Okay be safe please.”

You nodded as you grabbed your keys slipping on your shoes and walking out the door climbing into your car you drive off to yours and Grayson’s house you let out a breath as you placed the letter in the mailbox..heading back to Ethan’s you didn’t wanna be there when Grayson saw it.

Grayson’s pov:

It was around 1:30 when I went out to get the mail noticing an envelope with my name on it I was curious as to what it was so after getting the mail and going inside I set the mail down and picked up the letter walking to my office sitting down and opening the envelope I read the letter... my eyes began to water.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket dialing y/n’s number she picked up after it rang twice

“Hi Grayson.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about...I wanna talk to you face to face but I-I can’t even look at you without feeling sick Grayson, so we’re doing it over the phone.”

“What did you wanna tell me?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been pregnant, I got pregnant with my ex-boyfriends child...but I lost the baby due to stress,and then the first time we had sex...I also got pregnant and everything was going good until I had another miscarriage...that’s why the one time you came into the room I was punching the wall..I was looking at the clothes in my dresser drawer because I’ve had two miscarries and I don’t wanna have another so i just cried and punched the wall I was so upset and I looked at my tummy and said “when you decide it’s your time to arrive I’ve loved you for all of my life.” Because I have loved each baby even if they weren’t that big I knew I was growing a human inside me and i was so happy,I went to the doctor yesterday and she said everything looks fine so far, the baby is only the size of a pea but it’s growing, and I’ve never been more excited in my life than at this moment Gray...I’m finally able to give motherhood a-a try.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sunflower why didn’t you tell me before...I wanna be here for you and the baby but I can’t do that until I get help...and I will.”

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared, scared of you leaving...like Tyler did, everyone leaves me eventually.”

“I could never leave you baby..you’re my sunflower forever yeah?” I felt my voice crack as I took all this in

“Yeah, I love you Gray.”

“I love you too honey, when will you be coming home?”

“I’m not sure yet, maybe soon.”

“Don’t stay away forever.”

“I won’t...I love you too much.”

“I love you too.”

I hung up the phone as I sat at my chair crying, I was having a baby with the love of my life, I really need to get help if this is actually happening...I can’t be a dead beat dad that baby is going to need me.

I jumped as I heard a knock on the front door getting up from my desk I walked out of my office and over to the front door opening it to see Kylie standing there in booty shorts,a crop top, leather

Jacket and heels.

“What are you doing here Kylie?” She pushes passed me walking into the house as she dropped her purse onto the couch, removing her jacket.

“I’m here for you silly.”

“What,why?”

“You don’t remember do you?”

“No I don’t.”

“Hmm let me jog your memory.” I felt my eyes close as her lips were on mine our lips moved together slowly...god I shouldn’t do this but I need it, I really fucking need it especially after what y/n just said

“what the fuck?”

“So do you remember?” She smirked at me as I rolled my eyes walking over to her purse she pulled out two small bags of a white powdered substance along with a rolled up $100 bill and a card.

“Kylie wait.”

“What?!” She groaned as I stopped her

“Nothing,lets go in the kitchen.”

“Good more time for me then.” She laughed as her hands were working to get my belt undone

I really fucked up this time.

alpha!gray masterlist

grayson dolan

* - indicates smut

alpha!gray his omega

alpha!gray silent treatment *

alpha!gray punishment *

alpha!gray secret

alpha!gray alpha!y/n

alpha!gray protection

alpha!gray turf war

alpha!gray pregnancy

alpha!gray stuck in a rut *

alpha!gray a walk alone

alpha!gray overworked

alpha!gray privacy

alpha!gray cockwarming *

alpha!gray the bar *

alpha!gray pups 

alpha!gray hormones *

alpha!gray the birth

alpha!gray play wrestling

alpha!gray the border

@EthanDolan: Beard check

Fifty Shades of Grayson-G.D

Chapter 1

Emily’s POV:

I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair - it just won't behave and damn Hannah Benson for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal.

I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission.

I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.

I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired girl with dark brown eyes too big for her face staring back at me, and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi presentable.

EMILY'S OUTFIT:

Hannah is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do, with some mega industrialist tycoon i've never heard of, for the student newspaper.

So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I'm supposed to be working this afternoon, but no - today I have to drive a hundred sixty-five miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Dolan Enterpises Holdings Inc.

As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our university, his time is extradornarily precious - much more precious than mine - but he has granted Hannah an interview. A real coup, she tells me. Damn her extra-curricular activities.

Hannah is huddled on the couch in the living room.

"Emily, I'm sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can't blow this off. Please," Hannah begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice.

How does she do it? Even when she's ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, brown hair and her brown hazel eyes bright.

"Of course, I'll go Hannah. You should get back to bed. Would you like some NyQuil or Tylenol?"

"NyQuil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disk recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I'll transcribe it all."

"I know nothing about him," I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

"The questions will see you through. Go. It's a long drive. I don't want you to be late.

"Okay. I'm going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later." I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Hannah, would I do this .

"I will. Good luck. And thanks Emily - as usual, you're my lifesaver."

Gathering my satchel, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I let Hannah talk me into this. But then Hannah can talk anyone into anything.

She'll make an exceptional journalist. She's articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful - and she's my dearest, dearest friend.