Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎•

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Grey wouldn't keep his hands off me the entire time in Russia. I forced him to stay back due to being scared about opening his stitches.

Finally when he was all healed we went back to New York. It was huge relief because it meant Grey was fully better. It was like walking on eggshells with his wounds.

I was so scared of them getting infected or opening because Grey acted like they weren't even there. He would stretch his stitches or walk around without a shirt, completely oblivious to the risks of infections!

Now he was better! He had little scabs and a huge scar on his face, but I was still worried he was hurt.

Going back to Grey's house it felt like home. I wanted to say it out loud, but was scared Grey would look at me weird for calling it home.

"Welcome back!" Leo greeted with a sarcastic smile.

He came towards me with open arms so I gave him a huge hug and shrieked when my feet lifted off the ground.

"Ok, enough." I felt a pull on my waist.

"Grey-e-poo don't be so over protective." Leo let me down. Grey pulled me to his side immediately and I laughed.

"I'll go get the luggage." I excused myself and grabbed Grey's rolling luggage and my borrowed duffle bag.

I struggled with the duffle bag and heard Grey yelling at me. "Don't. I'll do it."

Personally I take offense. I can do it by myself! So my stubborn self grabbed the luggage in one hand and stuffed the duffle bag under my arm pit.

I wobbled to the door way with weird looks shot at me. I looked at Grey as I wobbled up to the stairs and took a deep breath as I saw the stair case ahead of me.

Ok. No biggie. I got this!

I made it up three steps and I was huffing and puffing. Man I'm out of shape.

I felt the wheels lift from under me and saw Grey behind me with a scary look. "I told you not to." He mumbled as he took the luggage upstairs in a swift motion.

I caught up to him as we went to his room.

"Home alas!" I accidentally said out loud as I ran to the bed. My body faced up as I laid my back flat on the fluffy bed and smiled at its comfy feel.

"Home?" I heard Grey say out loud.

I blushed remembering what I said shot up to look at his expression. It was a warm lipped smile and from that little smile I saw a pair of round dented dimples in his cheeks.

I crawled to him to see the small dimples on his cheek and he grabbed me by the waist.

"You called this home?" He looked at me with hope.

I smiled and nodded cowardly and he kissed my temple.

"I like when you say that. It's our home." He squished me.

My attention moved to over his shoulder to see a little note standing up.

"What's that?" I looked at the note.

Turning around Grey cocked his head slightly.
Picking it up he read out loud, "I formally invite you to-" He trailed off as he read it in his head.

"What is it?" I asked with curiously.

Grey's brows furrowed and unfurrowed confused. "A ball, hosted by me?" He looked at me.

"Oh, that's confusing." I looked at him back equally confused.

A thought formed in his head and he went to the door with an aggravated walk. I trailed after him as he went to the living room.

"Who made this shit up?" Grey held the note in the air.

Everyone looked away and snuck glances and Leo.

"I thought it would be nice to have one. You need business partners and it would give us a person to narrow down as your kidnapper." He smirked.

"Leo you are so f-"

Lucas went up and put an arm out in front of Grey's chest and said "Come on man, it's not that bad of an idea."

"I don't want a fucking ball." Grey spat out.

"I wouldn't mind one." I shrugged. "I could wear a pretty dress... right?" I looked around.

The girls smiled on the couch and put their thumbs up.

With a heavy huff Grey said "fine."

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