Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Messed Up (#2)

Normal POV:

It's a day like any other. You and your daughter are in the kitchen, bonding over some cookies that you have just finished preparing. You slip the batch into the oven, an excited Isabella watching them bake through the tinted glass.

You smile, washing your hands in the sink. A melodic tune hums through your lips, and your hips sway slightly to your own song. Bella starts doing ballerina twirls around the wooden floor, making you giggle.

The door bell rings sharply through the house, and both of your heads whip around. In a flash, your four-year-old skipps towards the front door. You wipe your hands clean, striding over to where she's already opened a crack in the door.

"Momma, there's a man here," Bella says, turning her little body around while struggling to hold the door open.

The neighbourhood is filled with mostly families and mothers. And you were sure the sweet old man living next to your house wouldn't have come, right? Your brows knitt as you walk over to the door, swinging it back all the way.

Your heart nearly stops at the man standing before you. His hands at his sides, his deep hazel gaze latched onto you-Grayson.

"Get inside, Bella," you say, not breaking your gaze from his glossy eyes. The little girl does at told, and runs back inside the house.

You stare at the man in front of you, taking in his dishevelled state. His stubble has grown out into a fine beard, his hair is messier rather than styled, and the bags under his eyes look like they can carry milk cartons.

Finally, he breaks the silence. "(Y/N)," Grayson says, his voice hoarse.

"Leave, Grayson." You go to shut the door, but he stick a foot through, holding it open with his hand. You scowl at him as he towers over you.

"Please. Let me see her."

"She doesn't need you. We're happy as we are."

"Then I'm happy for you. Just let me see her one last time, and I'll leave you and your daughter alone."

Your daughter.

You hesitate. You nod slowly, your gaze never breaking from his. You let him inside, and lead him to the drawing room. Your daughter sits there, playing with the dolls that she got for her last birthday. Grayson's eyes soften as he quietly observes her.

"She looks just like you."

"Me?" You scoff. "She turns into you with every day that passes." You pause. "It's impossible not to think of you." A smile creeps onto Grayson's face. "Not to think of what you did to us." His smile instantly drops. "You showed us our worth."

He sighs deeply, his eyes noting the floor. "(Y/N)..."

"Shouldn't you be going?" you question, breaking him off.

He steps closer to you, backing you up until the two of you are in the kitchen, away from Isabella. He backs you against the counter, his hands reaching for yours. Your mind yells to pull away, but your body says otherwise. Grayson encloses your hand in his bigger one, bringing it up to his chest.

"(Y/N), I know you don't want anything to do with me right now, but please just listen," he says softly.

You give in, your heart softening a bit at the sight of his glossy puppy dog eyes silently begging you. He inhales, breathing deeply. "I'm sorry." His voice cracks, and a silent tear rolls down his cheek. "I'm so fucking sorry. I was a terrible husband, an even worse dad. I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he says through sobs.

He presses your hand closer to his heart. "I love you so much. I love Bella with all my heart. I wanna be there for you. Please." By now, hot tears are rushing out of his gorgeous hazel eyes, but they never leave yours.

"I know you hate me, and you have every right to do so. I hate myself for what I did," he says. "But if you'd give me another chance, I promise I'll never let you go again. I-I don't wanna lose you two again."

You stare up at him with wide eyes, unable to move or speak. You watch his sobbing figure tremble, pleading you to give him another chance. "Grayson."

He blinks, trying to clear his blurry vision. "I want you to be the man you promised you'd be. I can't risk bringing Bella back if you don't."

"I promise, baby. I'll be a better dad, a better husband. A better man," he says, inching closer to you. You raise your hand to wipe his tear-stained cheek, resting it there. He leans his head into your touch, closing his eyes. A shuddering breath releases from his lips, and he flutters his eyes open.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispers.

"I love you too, Gray." He leans down and you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him sweetly, missing the taste and feeling of his soft lips. His strong arms wrap around your torso securely, as if he was afraid you might dissappear again.

You break away, smiling up at him. The two of you return to the drawing room, and Grayson spends the rest of the day chatting and playing doll with his little girl. You gaze at the two in awe, a loving tear slipping down your cheek.

Your family is finally complete.