AN: gracie wakes up before y/n, but can't resist giving her girlfriend kisses.
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gracie's pov:
i wake up to a pressure on my chest. i look down at my chest, seeing a sleeping y/n, drooling on my chest. ew, but she's lucky she's cute. i smile softly, kissing the top of her head.
i look at her closed eyes, the way they flutter. the small snores that escape her slightly parted lips. i kiss her nose gently. holy shit, she's so fucking cute. i kiss all over her face, but she begins to stir. fuck.
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y/n's pov:
i feel someone's lips all over my face, making me wake up from my slumber. as i begin to stir, i feel someone start to move. once i rub the sleep out my eyes, i remember it's her. gracie. my baby. i smile faintly, looking at up at her hazel eyes.
"hi, pretty girl." i mumble out tiredly. as gracie combs her fingers through my hair, she speaks up, "good morning, mama." i blush at the name, stuffing my face into her neck.
"is someone blushing?" the abrams girl teases lightly. i groan, pouting. "maybe." i say
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once we were done getting ready for the day, gracie decided to make breakfast. "i hope you don't set a fire this time, baby." i giggle out. gracie gives me a death stare, "well, i thought water was gonna work!" gracie pouts. i shake my head, ruffling weenie's hair/fur (idfk).
after a couple moments, a decently cooked breakfast is served. "good job abrams, it looks edible this time." i joke. she shakes her head, beginning to eat. i look at her across from me. ugh, i love her. i blush, but she notices. "what you blushing about, mama?" gracie asks slyly. i shake my head, eating my food.
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gracie's pov:
after the awfully calm breakfast, y/n and i decide to visit audrey. as we're in the car, y/n rides shotgun. she should be riding me though. as i drive to audrey's house, i hum softly to the melody. ugh, i LOVE taylor mf swift. as if i didn't tour with her.
at audrey's house, i rush out my side of the car. i quickly go to y/n's side, opening the door for my beautiful girlfriend. she giggles, "thank you, beautiful." i nod, closing the door behind her. i aggressively knock on the front door.
"bro, audrey, let us in bitch!" i shout out. y/n snickers at my impatient self. what, i missed my best friend? soon enough, this bitch finally opens the door. "gracie madigan abrams, the impatient bitch you are." audrey says. y/n shoots audrey a look saying, tf you just call my wifey... i snicker at audrey's frightened look.
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a/n: i'm back bitches and this isn't proof read 🥰
