Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Hubby

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Sweetheart, I'm home!" I hear the voice of my husband call.

Moments after, Grayson enters the kitchen to where I'm waiting for him. "Hi, love," I greet him before he pecks my lips lovingly.

"How are my girls?" Grayson asks, kneeling down and lifting my shirt up to reveal my growing baby belly.

I rest one hand on my slightly arched back, while the other goes to play with his fluffy chocolate hair. Five months ago, Gray and I were blessed with the most wonderful news. We had been trying for a baby for a while and got lucky.

A few trips to the doctor later, and we found out that it was going to be a girl. I kid you not when I tell you Grayson cried tears of joy that day. Our dreams of becoming parents were finally coming true, and we couldn't feel more ecstatic.

Grayson plants sweet kisses on my bare belly, holding my hips gently. "Daddy's missed you, my little Princess," he coos to our little bundle. I smile warmly at how adorable he is. He's going to be such a good dad.

Grayson looms over me, his gorgeous hazel eyes pouring into mine. "I missed you too, mama." I turn beet red when he throws a cheeky wink at me. Even married to him, I can never get used to him and his charms.

"We've missed you too," I say, placing my hand over his hand that's set on my stomach.

"Come on. Let's get you on the couch, mama. I'll make something for you to eat," my husband says, bringing his hand up to hold the side of my face.

"Can you make some pancakes, Gray?" I ask, giving him my puppy eyes. He chuckles. "Pancakes? At four in the afternoon?"

"Yes, babe. Please?" I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. He kisses me softly, before resting his forehead against mine. "Alright, baby girl. I'll make you some sweet pancakes."

He then walks me to the couch in the drawing room, and insists that I lay down since apparently I've 'done enough standing today'. God, he's so cute when he's protective.

Once I'm safely laying on the couch, Gray sits on the floor next to me. He puts a warm palm on my stomach, peppering little kisses all over it. I giggle, watching him in awe.

He leans his head on my stomach, exhaling a content sigh while I stroke his hair in a soothing way. We stay like that for a few minutes before I realize—

"Gray, what about my pancakes?"

The brunet cracks into a grin and he turns his head towards me. "I'm trying to cuddle with my beautiful wife slash my unborn daughter. I think the pancakes can wait, babe."

I gasp dramatically. "Grayson Bailey. The very same wife and daughter need something sweet to enjoy, ya know."

"You can enjoy me, the sweetest of all." Grayson grins like an idiot. I roll my eyes at him. "With a little extra syrup, those pancakes will say otherwise."

This time Grayson gasps, clutching a hand to his heart. "The disrespect." He turns back to my womb. "I bet this little girl's gonna love my cooking, too. She's gonna be the sweetest, most amazing, cutest little baby ever."

"Unless she turns out like her dad," I say, trying to hide my smile.

"Ouch," he says, frowning. "Mama's got it out for the both of us, huh?"

I giggle and he laughs, before he leans up to kiss my forehead, making me feel warm and fuzzy as always. "You stay right here. I'll be back with your pancakes, and then we can spend the day cuddling while watching a movie. How does that sound?"

I peck his plump lips. "Sounds perfect, Gray." Grayson smiles, before heading to the kitchen to prepare me some of his delicious pancakes.

And when he returns, we do as he promised, and just cuddle on the couch while a movie plays, his hand resting on my stomach the whole while.