𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣

" choices "

warning ~ mature content ahead.

"YOU'RE DATING TAYLOR SWIFT'S daughter?!" Abby exclaimed on the other side of the phone. "Shhh!! She's sleeping!" Gracie whisper-yelled. "Okay, okay. So what you're telling me is that you met this nice and pretty girl named Hope in Nashville and you found out she's Taylor Swift's daughter?" Gracie played with Hope's hair as the blonde laid on her chest.

"What I'm saying is I really like this girl, no matter who her parents are. Sure, I told her I didn't know who she was when we talked but no one wants to know that someone only knows you for your parents. I mean— I would know. I don't think she knows my parents are JJ Abrams and Katie McGrath. It's relieving, Abby. Everything is so quiet when I'm with her. I don't wanna mess it up."

"I'm glad. I just searched her up and holy moly, she's hot. She does modeling, right?" Gracie rolled her eyes at Abby's comment and leaned forward to kiss Hope's head. After playing in between for her, they watched a movie like Hope promised and took a nap. Gracie woke up at the sound of her ringtone.

"I'm right here, you know?" Gracie grinned. "And yeah, she's a model." Unfortunately, Hope had yet to show Gracie any of her photographs. So, The Abrams girl had searched up her girlfriend's name on the internet which ended up with Gracie learning new things about Hope.

"So, am I gonna meet her?" Gracie could hear the smirk in Abby's tone. "If you come over in the summer, sure." Hope threw her leg over Gracie's lap, her hand falling on the brunette's chest. Gracie was sure Hope could feel the beating on her heart on her hand. "I probably will next week. I miss you!"

"I miss you too, Abby. I'm gonna go make Hope some dinner so I gotta go. I'll text you later if I can!"

"Wifey material, I see." Abby teased. "Oh, shut up! Bye, Abby!" Gracie chuckled as she hung up. Now, getting out of Hope's embrace was gonna be difficult. Even if the blonde was a deep sleeper, Gracie was stuck under Hope's body. Slowly, she peeled the blonde off her body without waking her up. Hope only shifted once before turning her body and cuddling into Gracie's blanket.

Gracie smiled and kissed her forehead before walking out of the bedroom and downstairs to make food. It was almost nine and she was afraid that Hope hadn't eaten since her ten minute break at the shop.

Gracie brought out the ingredients she would need for orange chicken and fried rice. It has been a craving recently.

While cooking, Gracie played quiet music and hummed along. Weenie was asleep with Hope upstairs so the house was quiet. Gracie enjoyed cooking, even though sometimes she messed up and redid everything. She hoped that this time, she would make the food perfectly.

When Gracie finally served the plates and the drinks, Hope still hadn't woken up. The brunette rushed upstairs to get her.

She slowly opened the bedroom to see Hope in the same spot she left her. Hope was rolled in a ball, cuddling her blanket with Weenie at her side. Gracie slowly walked over to the blonde and moved the hair from her face. "Baby." She whispered.

"I made dinner, honey." Hope whined and squeezed the blanket. "Hope?"

"'eepy..." Hope murmured into the blanket. "I know, angel, but we gotta eat, yeah? Then we'll come back and take a bigger nap." Gracie promised Hope. Hope sat up and wrapped her legs around Gracie's waist. "Carry me..." She mumbled into Gracie's neck. Gracie held Hope from the back of her thighs as she walked downstairs. "I'm sleepy..." Hope complained.

"I know, sunshine, but we have to eat. Then, we'll go back to sleep."

"I won't be able to go back to sleep!" Hope counters. "We'll watch a movie again, your pick." Gracie placed Hope on the couch so she could go get their plates. "No!" Hope yanked Gracie back by her wrist, causing the Abrams girl to giggle. "I'll be right back, baby. I'm just gonna go get our food!"