Spectrum 2

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Natalia's POV

4Y ears Later...

For a man who never wanted kids, Emery and Grayson have become the best of friends. 

Grayson is the best father to her. He absolutely adores her, and she admires him in a way that I have never seen before. While Emery is likely to be our first on only child, we don't really mind. Grayson made the decision early to get a Vasectomy, and honestly, my delivery experience was not one that left me wanting more kids. 

Ever.

"I'm going to puke." Grayson groans, leaning his head against the counter.

"It's going to be fine." I assure him.

"And if it isn't?" He asks.

"It is." I sigh.

"But-"

"Grayson." I say, cutting off any protest he might have. "We're going to the doctor today. It's okay. Everything is fine." 

"She just...I don't know. What if she's-"

"Then she is." I reply quickly. "And it won't matter. None of it will matter. She's still our Emery. Same as she has always been."

"But she-"

"Mommy? Daddy?" We hear from the doorway. Grayson turns in the barstool seat and smiles down at her.

"Hey, Emmie Girl." He smiles, reaching down to pick her up.

"Are you mad at me?" She asks quietly.

"Why would I be mad at you?" Grayson asks, scrunching his brow.

"I don't know." She mutters.

"No." He says, brushing her hair away from her face. "I'm not mad at you."

"Can I go to work with you today?" She asks, looking up at him with bright and pleading eyes.

"We're going to the doctor, remember?" He reminds her.

"Oh." She sighs. "Yeah." 

"But after the appointment, I'm sure you can go up and see Uncle Shane." He offers.

This offer causes her to smile widely and nod with excitement.

As we finish getting around, the drive over to the doctor's office feels bleak. As soon as we arrive, I can sense Grayson's paranoia. When Emery's name is called out, she looks at us with nervous eyes.

"It's okay." I smile, kissing her hand gently. "You love Dr. Cami." I remind her.

"Will you come with me?" She asks.

"We need to stay here for this one, love." I say, giving her a small smile.

"But we'll be right here when you get back. She just wants to talk with you. Just be yourself." Grayson says, encouraging her.

"Okay." She sighs and walks over to Dr.Cami. She gives us a small wave before getting pulled into the back room.

"I'll be right back." Grayson mutters, getting up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Probably going to go puke." He replies matter of factly.

Thankfully, we're the only two in the waiting room. 

The twenty minutes that Emery is gone feels like an eternity. As soon as the doctor calls us to the back, Grayson nearly jumps out of his seat. We are led down a long hallway and into a play room area, seeing Emery sitting on the ground with one of the nurses.