Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Hey, Grandpa

Hellooooo, lovelies! I am so sorry I haven't been updating much recently. It's been a while since my last update, what with college starting and stuff. But here's one of the handful of imagines I've got in store for yah. Hope you like it!

RIP Sean Dolan 💜

(Y/N)'s POV:

Grayson settles a hand on my lower back as the two of us step onto the fresh grass. I watch my step, shifting the three-year-old in my arms to support him better. The sky is tattered with grey clouds, gently swaying in the usually clear blue sky.

The chilly breeze brushes past me, making the child in my arms nuzzle his face in my warm shoulder. The cemetery looks sorrowful as always, the mourns of lost loved ones haunting the atmosphere amidst the wind.

Grayson had said, once long ago, that he would bring me here to meet his best friend. Someone very special to him and someone he was very close to.

That was before the birth of our son, Austin. After the arrival of the baby, things changed and life had a routine. The plan slipped both of our minds, until just recently when I was hit with a harsh reminder of it while cleaning out the storage closet.

Grayson walked in on me sitting on the floor with a picture of him, Ethan, and their dad with bright, lively grins spread across their faces. That led to Grayson having a mini break down which eventually revived the long lost plan.

My lips drop in a frown at the sight of the gravestone. My footsteps come to a halt, Grayson stilling next to me. I look over to examine my husband's expressions and find him with his lips pursed into a thin line.

"Hey, dad," he says. "Been a while since my last visit," he breathes deeply through his nose, "We miss you... We tell Austin the best stories about his grandpa."

Grayson kneels in front of his father's grave, his eyes never straying from the carved gravestone. I kneel down beside him, placing Austin between my arms so he doesn't dart off. "I'm so sorry you couldn't meet him. I...I wish you were here," he says.

His breaths turn shaky, and I slip my hand into his larger one, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Not a minute passes when I don't wish you were here. It's not fair," a whimper escapes the poor boy's lips, "You should be here right now. You should be here to see your grandson grow up."

A single tear rolls down his cheek, breaking the wall of strength he had built up to come here. Grayson cries with his head hung low, droplets of salty tears splattering on the earthy ground beneath him. Letting go of Austin, I rest a hand on my husband's shaking shoulder as he continues to sob into his hands.

Sliding my hand around, I hold the side of his face, pressing his head against my chest. I wrap my other arm around him, cooing to him softly while stroking his dark hair. "I miss him so much," Grayson cries, leaning into my touch as I cradle his head.

I press my lips to the top of his head in a gentle kiss. "I know, baby, I know," I coo.

Grayson's cries finally grab the attention of the three-year-old, and Austin's eyes widen at the sight of his hero breaking down on his knees.

"Daddy cry?" the little boy points to his father's hunched figure. "Why cry?"

"Daddy misses grandpa, sweetie," I tell him, rubbing Grayson's back in an attempt to soothe him.

The bearded man pulls away, wiping his wet cheeks on the back of his sleeve. He turns to face the child, who still has a worried expression on his face. He clears his throat and sniffles. "Come here, buddy."

I move away to let the boy waddle through into his dad's waiting arms. With a peck on his chubby cheek, Grayson turns him around and holds his tiny body close to his chest. 

"If you ever miss grandpa, this is where you'll find him," he explains, picking his words carefully. "You can visit him here sometimes, and tell him stories. He'd like that."

"Grandpa like cars?"

Grayson chuckles throatily. "Yeah, bud. He loves cars."

Austin whirls around in his strong arms. "Why grandpa here?" His eyes light up. "Can grandpa come stay home?"

I smile in awe, setting a hand on my heart to keep it from thumping out of my chest. Grayson exhales, shaking his head. "Grandpa can't come home, bud."

"Then Austin go stay with grandpa?" the boy asks, his head tilted to the side.

Grayson's Adam's apple bobs in his throat. He envelops Austin's small hands in his, lifting them up in front of him. "No, Austin. You can't stay with him," he says lowly.

The boy's lip pops out in a pout, his hazel eyes piercing into his father's very same ones. "But why?" he whines. Grayson's eyes shift to the ground for a second before glancing back up. "Because... 'cause grandpa isn't here anymore." Austin stares at him in innocent confusion.

He sighs. "He's gone to another world, somewhere far away," he notices the glossy coat on his son's orbs, "Where he'll be watching over you from, bud."

"Is he...coming back?" the kid questions.

"No... But he'll always be there to listen when you need him," says Grayson, stroking his cold little hands with his thumbs. "He'll be there to hear whatever you have to say, and you know why?"

Austin shakes his head. "Because he loves you."

A warm smile splits onto his lips, and he turns around to face the gravestone. My heart melts at the words that leave his lips as he exclaims, "Love you too, grandpa!"