Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Builder Bae

(Y/N)'s POV:

It's currently early in the morning, and I'm sitting at the dining table with my little boy, Elijah. "El, come on. Just a few more bites," I tell him, trying to get him to finish his toast.

"Nuh-uh!" Elijah whines, shaking his little head. His small hands sit on the front of his high chair, as he pushes his body as far away as possible from incoming piece of toast.

"G'morning, beautiful," comes the husky voice of my husband from behind me. I feel his hands rest on my shoulders, as he quickly pecks my cheek.

"Morning, Gray," I say, a smile splitting on my face. He shifts over to our boy, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, ruffling up his already messy brown hair.

"I'm going to get some building done," he informs. "I'll be in the backyard if you need me."

"M'kay," I say, before he makes his leave from the drawing room, heading outside into the green backyard.

As soon as he's out of view, Elijah whirls around to face me, now saying, "Momma, daddy build!"

I smile brightly. "Yes, baby. Daddy is building."

"I won' wach!" he exclaims, throwing his arms up as a way of showing how enthusiastic he is about it.

"You can watch," I say. "If you finish your toast."

"B-But... Momma not fawur!" he whines.

"Momma is being fair, sweetie," I try to reason. "You need to eat first."

Begrudgingly, he leans his head towards me, opening his small mouth to claim the last few bites of toast. Once he's finished munching, I wipe his mouth before he starts doing grabby hands at me, wanting to get down.

"OK, sweetheart," I say, lifting him up from his seat, before walking towards the door to the back with him in my arms. When we make it outside, I'm greeted by a bare, tattooed back.

I swallow the lump in my throat. Of course he had to be building shirtless.

"Gra—" I start, but I'm cut off by Elijah's excited voice. "Daddy!"

Grayson's head immediately whips around at the sound of his son calling out to him. He smiles at the sight, before sitting with his feet our way. "Hey there, bud," my wonderful husband says. "C'mere. You wana help me build?"

Elijah nods rapidly, and I put hin down on his feet. He wobbles over to his father, Grayson welcoming him into his strong arms. I watch as Gray tells him what he's doing, and how he's going to build it.

"You see that? That's gonna be the main piece of the table," he explains in a tender voice. "And soon, we're gonna have a new coffee table, bud."

Elijah claps briskly, making me grin and Grayson chuckle. "I'm gon' help daddy."

Gray nods. "Yes, El. You can help me."

"Babe, just please make sure he doesn't hurt himself again," I warn. Elijah loves watching, and sometimes helping, his dad build. But on one occasion, a hefty plank of wood fell on his foot once, causing it to bleed badly.

Didn't stop him from wanting to be Gray's little building assistant, though. Grayson acknowledges the worry in my voice, and nods, reassuring me that everything will be fine.

A few minutes later, as Grayson and Elijah are both indulged in their building work, I head back inside the house to prepare some ice lemonade for them.

About half an hour later, I hear footsteps entering the house, followed by my son's squeal of delight. "Momma!" he squeaks out, running right into me in the kitchen.

"Hi, my little goof," I greet him with a smile, scooping him into my arms before peppering his face with kisses, making him giggle.

"I thought I was your little goof," Grayson says as he graces us with his presence.

"You are," I state. "But El is my little little goof."

Grayson fakes a pout, his plump bottom lip sticking out. I unconsciously lick my lips at this. "Hey, bud. Did you have fun?"

El nods at the older brunet. "I won' help always!" Grayson laughs throatily, as I giggle. "Sure, little man," he agrees, ruffling El's hair again.

Out of the blue, Elijah starts squirming in my arms, making me put him back down. "Momma, cartoons on!" El reminds me. Every day, he would make either me or Grayson play his favourite show for him, but it must have slipped my mind today.

"I'm coming, baby. Go get comfy on the couch, OK?" I declare, and he agrees, sprinting off into the drawing room.

As I'm about to go after him, I get stopped by a warm hand on my wrist. "Not so quick, baby girl," Grayson says in a husky, deep voice. He pulls me into his by my wait, his lips grazing my ear. "What about my show?"

I gulp when I feel his wet lips against my skin, just under my ear. His large hands are firmly situated on my hips now, as he gently nibbles on my ear lobe.

"Grayson Bailey. Our son is literally in the other room. I can't now," I scold in a hushed voice, feeling weak in my knees.

"So when he's watching his cartoons, can I get my show then?" Gray questions, kissing down the side of my neck now.

"Mmm...Maybe," I say, setting my hands on his hard, bare chest. I play with his silver chain between my fingers. "Now go shower, babe."

"Will you be joining me?"

Before I can get the chance to reply, we hear El's voice from the drawing room. "Momma!"

"C-Coming, sweetie!" I manage to get out, as my husband slips the cloth off my shoulder, nibbling on the spot above my collar bone. My weak spot.

"Grayson, go," I quickly say, half-heartedly.

With a smirk clearly visible on his chiseled face, he moves away, striding to our room. Still quite flustered, I follow my son's calls to the drawing room, and play his daily cartoons for him.

As soon as he's focused on the screen, I flit back to my room. Closing the door behind me, I turn around only to be greeted with Grayson in nothing but a white towel losely hanging from his hips, a smirk still present on his face.