Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Accident

(Y/N)'s POV:

I hum a melodic tune to myself as I fold the rest of the laundry away. Standing up, I carefully stretch, stroking a hand on my growing stomach. A smile creeps onto my face. Six months ago, Grayson and I discovered we were pregnant.

When I tell you he was the happiest I had ever seen him. Soon enough, we found out we were blessed with a baby girl, and my big strong husabando cried tears of joy.

I giggle at the memory, beaming at my womb. A phone call breaks through the air, ceasing my humming. I make my way over to the kitchen counter, looming over my phone. Ethan's name blinks on the bright screen, and I answer the call.

"Hey, E," I chirp.

"(Y-Y/N), I need you to stay calm. Promise me you won't freak out," he stammers through the phone.

My brows knitt. "Why? What's wrong?"

He doesn't answer. I hear a deep sigh from the other end. "Ethan?" I demand.

"(Y/N), I need you to promise me first," he pleads again.

I chew on the inside of my cheek. "Okay. Now tell me. What is going on?"

"Grayson just got brought into the hospital," he says.

"What!?" I exclaim, my heart thudding against my ribs.

"Calm down, (Y/N)!" Ethan says. "He's being taken care of as we speak. If you stay calm, I'll explain everything."

I inhale a shaky breath, closing my eyes tight. "Ethan, I need you to come pick me up."

"(Y/N), I can't-"

"Right. Now. Ethan," I grit out. He knows very well I'm not going to take no for an answer. He wouldn't want his brother to throttle him for letting his pregnant wife travel alone by cab, either.

So, after a heavy pause, Ethan exhales a long breath. "Alright. I'll be there in ten."

I end the call and proceed to have a mini freak-out. I steady myself by leaning a hand on the counter, trying to even my breaths. This can't be happening. What the hell even happened? I-I can't do this without Grayson...

No. Ethan didn't say what happened. The best thing I can do is think positive right now.

I sit myself down on the couch, resting my head in my palm. "Daddy is fine. Everything is alright," I mutter to the baby, talking more to myself than anything.

As promised, ten minutes later, the sharp bell goes off. I stride towards the door as fast as I can. Ethan stands on the other side, his face grey. "Grayson's going to kill me when he finds out," Ethan murmurs, running a hand through his ruffled hair.

"I would have killed you had you not come here," I tell him, shutting the door behind me. Ethan leads me to his car, helping me get inside. Once he's behind the wheel, we immediately take to the road.

"What happened, E?" I ask, urging my voice not to quiver.

Ethan's grip on the steering wheel tightens. "He was on his motorcycle, and a truck just came out of no where and..." he trails off.

"Oh my God," I whisper, clutching the sides of the car seat. "Is... Is it bad, Ethan?"

A deafening silence is passed between us, the air growing stale and rigged. "I don't think anything I say is going to convince you otherwise," Ethan finally replies.

I gasp, a light mask of pain overcoming me. Ethan notices my distress, giving me a swift glance before looking back ahead.

"Hey, it's okay. Grayson's the toughest guy I know. If there's anyone who can make it through this, it's him," he assures me. "But you need to take care of yourself. That's what Gray would want."

I take deep breaths, closing my eyes and trying to calm my pacing heart. The rest of the car ride is spent in silence.

~Time Skip~

Upon reaching the hospital, Ethan immediately asks a nurse to guide us to the room they have Grayson in. He trails behind me as I speed through the hospital in search of the room.

Through the wide, glass window my eyes catch my husband's dishevelled state lying on the hospital bed. My whole figure stiffens, my hands covering my agape mouth.

Tears well up in my eyes and slide down my cheeks before I realize it. My eyes examine Grayson-the oxygen mask set over his mouth and nose, the bandage wrapped around his head, speckled with soaked up blood, his matted brown hair, the bruises on his cheek and arms, and his purple-black eye.

An arm wraps around my shoulder, pulling me into a hard chest. I let myself lean into Ethan's embrace, the tears now streaming down my face, blurrying my vision.

"Shh," Ethan coos, rubbing my arm in an attempt to soothe me. "E-Ethan," I say through sobs. "I need t-to see him. Please, I need to."

Ethan inhales sharply, but doesn't utter a word. I whip around, my hands gripping at the front of this shirt. "Ethan, please! I must go to him." His Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

Ethan whirls around in search for a nurse's permission. I don't pay much attention to who he asks, but next thing I know, my brother-in-law ushers me inside the room. I rush over to my husband's side, his name tumbling off my tongue in a hushed whisper.

Ethan stands by the door, giving us some privacy. I lift my hand up to cup his bruised cheek, stroking his sharp cheek bone with my thumb. A breath flutters from his lips, and I gasp. "(Y-Y/N)," Grayson croaks out, his voice low and raspy.

His eyes blink in his surroundings, those deep hazels staring up at me for a minute. He raises a hand up-the one attatched to the IV drip-to the mask on his mouth, ripping it off his face in a hurry.

"Grayson, no," I protest, but he doesn't seem to care. Instead, he simply envelops my hand in his large one, holding it against his cheek.

"(Y/N), you shouldn't be here," he manages to say, his voice strained. "Y-You... The baby—"

"The baby is fine, my love. I came to see you," I reply, looking deeply into his beautiful eyes.

"You shouldn't have," Grayson says. "Y-You should be at h-home. Resting."

"Shut up, Bailey," I snap at him through choked sobs. "I love you, you idiot. Don't you dare do that ever again."

A strained laugh escapes his lips before he brings my hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. I sit on the side of the bed, leaning down to rest my forehead against his.

My fingers gently stroke his hair, a breathy chuckle emitting from me. "I love you so much," I whisper, my lips merely brushing against his.

"I love you more, baby," Grayson replies.