Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Young Parents

(Y/N)'s POV:

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" my boyfriend exclaims. "He's still crying! What am I supposed to do?"

"Calm down, baby," I say, trying to calm him. "Just burp him, Gray."

Grayson, my seventeen-year-old sweetheart, supports the back of Adonis's head on his shoulder, gently patting his back.

Yes, Grayson and I had our baby boy when we were only seventeen.

But I was thankful enough to have such a loyal and wonderful boyfriend who stayed by my side and supported me every step of the way.

The pregnancy came to us as quite a surprise, actually. On account of me being on birth control pills, neither of us expected Grayson's seed to be so...determined and strong.

But we love our little boy, Adonis. He's truly a blessing to have in both of our lives. Even though he tends to make his daddy really anxious at times.

Grayson shuts his eyes, sighing as Donnie's cries finally subside. I walk towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "See? There's nothing to worry about," I assure him.

"I love you," he says suddenly, making a smile find its way onto my face. I place a hand on his soft cheek, leaning in to connect my lips with his. Giving him a sweet kiss, I break away, saying, "I love you more, Gray."

~Time Skip to the Next Day~

"Grayson, are you sure you'll be alright?" I question, making my way to the door with Grayson, our son cradled in his strong arms.

"Yeah, don't worry," he says. "Daddy Dolan has got this."

I smile at him, nodding. "OK. So if he starts crying he either needs to be burped or changed or fed," I instruct. "If it's none of those, just cradle him for a bit till he falls asleep. Oh, and—"

"Babe, we'll be fine. Just go have fun," Grayson reassures me. "You need this night out with the girls."

"Yeah. But I won't be drinking, so if you need anything, and I mean anything at all just ring me, OK?"

"Yes, ma'am," my boyfriend says, saluting me. I place a loving kiss on his lips, before kissing Donnie's little head. "Bye, my baby boys."

And with that, Grayson waves me good-bye as I head towards (F/N)'s car standing in the driveway.

Grayson's POV:

I watch the car pull out of the driveway, waving my hand at its retreating figure. Closing the front door, I make my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

I find a bowl of blueberries in the fridge, and I take them with one hand, closing the door to the fridge with my foot. I very carefully set Adonis on the couch, sitting myself down next to him.

A few peaceful minutes have gone by, with me popping in a few berries in my mouth, and my little boy silently watching me. Just when I think this night couldn't possibly get any easier, Donnie's little cries can be heard all through the house.

"Oh, no," I say, quickly taking him back into my arms. I cradle him gently, trying to get his cries to stop. But it's not working.

OK, sh*t. Don't panic. Think, Grayson, think!

"What did (Y/N) say I have to do?" I question myself. Adonis's cries get louder, almost reverbing off the walls. "D-Do you need to get burped? No, wait. You haven't eaten yet. A-Are you hungry?"

I stride back over to the kitchen, holding Donnie in one arm while opening the fridge with my other hand. My hazel brown eyes scan all the rows, hurriedly searching for the milk bottle.