Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Bye Beard

(Y/N)'s POV:

"How do you think she's gonna react?" my husband of two years asks me.

"I don't know. But I'm pretty excited to see her response," I say, watching him retrieve a razor from the cabinet next to the sink.

Grayson had been growing his beard out for a while now, and it's come in really nice this time. But he decided that today was the day he would finally shave it off again, on account of it being quite hard to maintain.

Then I was struck with the brilliant plan to surprise our baby girl with Gray's new look. I had seen a few videos around of kids reacting to seeing their dads clean shaven for the very first time, and thought it would be fun to give it a try.

Luckily, Grayson agreed with the idea and now we're here. Our girl, Hazel, is playing in her room right now while I'm in the bathroom with Grayson, moments before his luscious beard disappears.

I caress the side of his face, scratching his fuzzy beard. "I'm gonna miss this," I say, putting on a sad pout.

Grayson chuckles. "I'll grow it back, babe, don't worry."

I smile, leaning in to kiss his plump lips. As he kisses me back, his beard tickles my skin, making me pull away, giggling. "I think it's time to say good-bye to the beard, Graybear."

He grins at the nickname before taking the razor and beginning to shave his face clean, careful not to cut himself. A few minutes later, I am faced with a fully clean shaven Grayson, making my eyes go as wide as saucers.

"Oh my gosh, Gray," I say, my eyes taking in every inch of his beautifully chiseled face. "You look sixteen again."

Grayson laughs throatily, touching a hand to his face and checking himself out in the mirror. "You mean the same me you fell in love with?"

I playfully roll my eyes. "Yes, that very one. I still remember that day like it was just a matter of hours ago."

He moves closer to me. "I do to," he says softly, his thumb stroking my bottom lip. He leans in to kiss me and I connect my lips with his in a passionate kiss. My hands trail up his toned chest, tugging on the soft strands of hair on the nape of his neck.

We break away slowly, our breaths ragged. "Wow. I haven't kissed you like that in a while," I whisper, resting my forehead against his.

"Maybe you should," he says.

"Definitely." My eyes suddenly widen as a thought drifts into my mind. "I need to get Hazel!"

I rush out the door hearing my husband's chuckle fade in the background. I make it to Hazel's room, and step inside. The eight-month-old is inside her little princess crib, silently playing with her plush toys.

"Hey, sweetie," I say sweetly, instantly grabbing her attention. "Daddy has a surprise for you, baby."

She giggles as I scoop her out of the crib, supporting her in my arms. I walk back to mine and Grayson's room, stopping right outside the bathroom door. "Grayson," I call out, and seconds later, the door swings open to reveal him.

A small gasp escapes Hazel's lips, and then there is a moment of silence. And the next minute, she's burst into tears, and Grayson's expression is masked by worry. "Oh, baby. Don't cry," I say, rocking her in my arms.

Grayson runs a hand through his fluffy hair in a slight panic. Thankfully, Hazel's cries die down quickly and she simply stares at her dad with big glossy eyes and a pout on her lips.

Grayson moves forward to hold her little cheeks in his large hands. "It's just me, pumpkin. It's daddy, see?"

"Daddy," she just says, pointing at his cheek.

Grayson smiles. "Daddy shaved, baby," he says, then kisses the top of her head. He carries her into his arms, bouncing her gently in his strong arm.

Hazel scratches the back of her head, still confused as to why her dad looks so different. I laugh seeing her so puzzled and trying to make something of the situation.

"I think she likes it," I tell Grayson.

"What? No way!" he protests. "Didn't you see the way she started crying?"

"Yeeees," I say, stretching out the word. "But she did stop after a few seconds. And now look, she's even in your arms."

"I guess I look great no matter what. Isn't that right, pumpkin?" he asks her. She simply ignores him and inspects around our room instead.

I laugh at the sad pout on Gray's face after being rejected by his own daughter. "Aw, cheer up, daddy. A frown is the only thing that doesn't suit you," I say, setting my hands on my hips.

His pout immediately morphs into a smirk. "So, mama. What are you doing now?"

"I'm getting dinner ready," I say, playfully dodging his attempt to flirt. "Put her in her crib for me, love. Thanks."

I then exit the room, hearing Grayson's husky laugh follow behind me.