𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 #1

Grayson

It's been nine months.
The baby has probably been born, well that is if Y/n is still alive.
I'm depressed now.
I still have been looking for her, of course.
But a part of me has lost hope, I shouldn't, she's out there I know it.
Will stole her and my unborn child away from me.
Now I may have missed my child's birth.

"Grayson, we're checking his house again." Oren says knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Open the door! We have a warrant!" I say slamming my hand on the door.
It opens.
"Get out of my way." I say sternly to my 'father'.
He has a smug expression.
God, it makes me want to punch the crap out of him.

"I'm going to ask you again. Where is my wife?"
"Who is your wife?" He asks, playing dumb.
I send a punch straight into his jaw.

"Control your boy!" Will yells.
Oren just stands there watching as I knee Will in the stomach, the exact way he had Y/n hit.
He lays limp on the ground.
"Yeah, that didn't feel great, correct? How do you think my pregnant wife felt, when you had her kneed that way?" I say lifting him up by his hair so he can look at me.
"Exactly." I say when he doesn't reply.
I let his head drop.

We search all over again.
She's nowhere to be found.

"She's not here." Oren says.
I close my eyes.
I place my hand on the book shelf next to me.
My hand slips as a book opens a passage way.
"Oh my God," I whisper. "Y/n!"
I walk quickly down the stairs.
That's when I see a figure laying down in the dark.

I walk closer to see two people actually.
A small child and...
"Y/n." I whisper.
She's sleeping.
I gently shake her, fighting back tears.
She gasps.
"Get away! Leave us alone," She says grabbing the baby, scampering close to the wall. "Please."
"Oh, baby-"
"Grayson. Oh my...Grayson!" She gently places the baby down running into my arms.
Tears flow out of our eyes.
"You found me." She whispers.
She pulls away from me walking over to the corner.
"Look, she's here." She whispers.

I can't help but start sobbing as I'm handed my baby.

"She's beautiful," I say. "Just like you."
Y/n comes closer to me.
She presses a kiss to our baby's head.
"She's like you, too. A stubborn one, she is."
She laughs.
Oh, how I've missed that sound.
"Let's get you out of here." I say wrapping an arm around her waist, the baby in her arms.

"Oh, wait!" She goes to grab something.
"What is it?"
"My notebook, Will gave it to me so I could stay occupied."
Sick psycho.

"Oren!" She runs to him.
He hugs her tightly.
"Oh, kid. Are you okay?" He says looking at her, his eyes widening at her appearance.
Why?
"I am now."

She walks back over to me, and I'm now seeing why Oren had that look.
She's so pale, thin now, her once vibrant skin is now dull.

She's still beautiful.

I hand her the baby, though every thing in me wants to never let go.
I walk over to Will who's standing smug in the corner.
I punch him again, and now I can't stop.
He's almost dead by time Oren has six men pull me off of him.
I could've killed him.

"Grayson, did you...I mean."
I sit down next to her in the limo.
"No, he's still alive."
She nods.
"Before we talk about anything else, what should we name her?" She asks me.
"Violet. Violet Hawthorne."
She gushes.
"I love it! Hello, Violet." She whispers looking down at her.

She's the most beautiful mother I have ever seen.

We're about an hour away from the Hawthorne house.
Violet lays on Y/n's chest sleeping and Y/n lays her head on my lap.

My girls, so so beautiful.

I grab the notebook she brought.
Open it.
Read.
I start crying.
Oh, baby.
She went through so much and I wasn't even there with her.
The desperation that poured off the pages, the desired hope, the feeling of absolute loneliness.
I won't ask her anything until she and Violet settle in at home.

For now, I'm just happy I found my girls.

Authors note:
Everyoneeeeeeeee
This chapter was one of the best I've written
Not to sound cocky.
I'm so proud of it.
I love you all so much!!!!!!!!