You and Grayson were 24 and had been dating for 5 years. You lived together and dreamed of spending the rest of your life with him. You were engaged to be married and you talked about starting a family everyday but that was put on hold when Grayson was sent overseas. Grayson was in the army and you were so proud of him but everyday you worried that he wouldn't come back. He promised he would come home but you knew there was a chance you would never see him again.
Your anxiety got worse when your annual doctor's appointment became more than just a checkup. You were pregnant and would have your child whilst Grayson was still overseas. You didn't know what to think or do. You had to tell Grayson but you didn't want him to come home just for you. It was his dream to fight for his country and you didn't want to interfere. But you knew that you had to tell him. You wrote him a letter and sent a picture of the ultrasound. Before long, Grayson wrote back. He was beyond excited about the child and said he was even more motivated to survive and come home to you and the baby.
Throughout your pregnancy, you would send Grayson updates. You sent him the pictures of the ultrasounds and a timeline of your baby bump growing. Grayson wrote in his letters that he kept the pictures in his pocket and updated his friends whenever the pictures came in the mail. You missed him so much and couldn't wait for him to come home.
When you were seven months pregnant you got a knock on your door. An officer greeted you and gave you the worst news of your life. Grayson was MIA in a surprise attack on the base of the American soldiers. He was presumed dead but his body was not discovered. You couldn't live life normally after that. You barely ate, you never left the house, you didn't talk to your or Grayson's family and you didn't want to have your child anymore. The baby would only remind you of Grayson and you couldn't live with that. You decided that when the baby came, you would give it up for adoption. You weren't suited to have a baby and you wanted your child to grow up with two loving parents who can care for them.
Two months later you gave birth to a healthy baby. You asked the doctors to not show you the baby or tell you the gender. You didn't want to become attached to Grayson's child. That was what you thought of it as; Grayson's child. Not your child or Grayson's and your child, just Grayson's child. You didn't want that child, you didn't care for it in the last two months of the pregnancy, it wasn't your child. The only thing you wanted was to name the child. You named them Bailey, after their father; Grayson Bailey Dolan. That way if they were a girl or a boy, the name would fit.
The adoption services found a loving couple for Bailey only a few days after the birth. They lived in Canada and already had two children but they were no longer able to have their own children so they adopted Bailey. They had money, a lovely house in a child friendly neighbourhood, they were lovely people, and they were beyond excited to raise Bailey. You were happy that Bailey found parents so soon. That means that Bailey would only know them as their parents, not you or Grayson. You were also excited to hear that Bailey would have two older siblings. As much as you didn't want to raise Bailey yourself, you wanted Bailey to have a loving family.
Five years later you were still living on your own but you had started living your life again. You dated but you never settled down, you moved to New York and bought a new house, you got a job as a journalist for The New York Times, and most importantly you thought about Grayson and Bailey everyday but you didn't let them take over your life. You had a new life now and as much as you cared for and loved Grayson and Bailey, they weren't a part of your life anymore.
One day you were at work when an officer came in and asked for you. The receptionist lead him to your desk.
"Ms y/l/n?" he asked.
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Dolan Twins Imagines
FanfictionHere are the imagines I wrote about two amazing boys; Ethan and Grayson Dolan. Requests are always open! Enjoy :)