Spectrum 2

32

Natalia's POV

"Are you staying over tonight?" Grayson asks in a soft whisper.

"Yeah, I am." I nod.

"Okay." He sighs. "Sorry that today was such a shit show."

"It's okay." I reply. "But are you okay?" 

"No." He exhales. "But I'm just glad that you're here." 

He takes my hand softly and rubs it with his thumb. I smile at his touch, wanting to feel it forever.

"I'm glad that I'm here, too." I smile.

"I want to talk to you." He admits.

"About?" 

"Us." He smiles. "All of us." He adds, placing his other hand against my stomach.

"Okay." I nod. "We can do that." 

"Good." He exhales. "I just...I don't like you with Jose, Nat." 

His confession has me holding his breath. Does he want me back? Does he want to try and work this out? I'm praying that this is the case. I love Grayson. He's all that I want.

"Okay." I nod. "Then I won't be with Jose."

"Promise?" He asks in a whisper.

"I promise." I nod. "I just-"

"Natalia?" I hear from down the hallway.

Grayson tenses at the sound of his voice and his grip on my hand tightens slightly.

"I'm down here." I call back, pulling away from Grayson gently.

Moments later, Jose walks by and sees the two of us.

"Oh." He nods.

"Can you give us a minute, Gray?" I mutter.

"Yeah." He sighs, shuffling past the two of us.

Jose watches as he leaves and shakes his head in disbelief.

"This is just...wow." He exhales.

"What?" I ask.

"This. Us. You and Grayson. Never in my fucking life did I think that I would get stuck in the middle of some love triangle. I mean...this is just..."

"Jose." I sigh. "We can't be anything. This wasn't a good idea from the start." I sigh.

"Yes. We can." He nods.

"I love Grayson." I admit.

"And I love you." I whisper. "But things aren't just that easy."

"It can be that easy." He assures me.

"No, it can't." 

"You live with me. You work with me. You are everything to me, Nat. I know that this wasn't how you planned everything but this is how it turned out. I can be good for you. I can give you everything. Maybe not immediately. I don't have a ten million dollar house. I don't have tons of money. But I'm in Med School. I'm trying, okay? It's not happening quickly, no. But I have enough money to provide for you. Both of you! I want to be there." He pleads.

"Grayson wants to work things out." I reply quickly. Though, I'm not completely sure of this. I'm just assuming. I'm praying that what it is, at least.

"Of fucking course. You leave for one fucking day and you're just back with him?" He scoffs.

"You knew that I was coming here. You knew that this was a possibility." I reply.