My Protector: The Bad Boy | Protector 1.3

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

       I woke up on a Saturday feeling extremely happy for some reason. That never happened, especially when it was before ten o'clock. I sighed when I saw the time and rubbed my eyes. Why was I feeling so happy today?

       That was when it hit me. Oh.

       I turned to face Grayson, who was still sleeping, of course. I thought about how I should wake him up and was opting to beat him with a pillow, but I decided against it. Not today.

       After deciding what I was going to do, I moved over from my side on the bed and sat on top of Grayson, my legs straddling his hips. I leaned down and began trailing kisses down Grayson's neck.

       That, thankfully, got him to wake up. He stirred a bit, but not too much so I didn't fall off of him. "What are you doing?" he asked in a sleepy voice.

       "Kissing you," I murmured into his neck.

       "....Why?"

       "Because you're so kissable." 

       "....Poppy, are you okay?" he asked.

       I pulled away and looked at him with a smile. "Happy birthday."

       "Is that today?" Grayson asked and it actually sounded like he forgot. What person forgot their own birthday?

       I nodded. "Yes, it is today. You're twenty now, Grayson." I got off of him and laid down beside him. "How does it feel?"

       "The same," he said. "I don't feel any different. And I'm tired. Why did you wake me up?"

       "I can beat you with a pillow next time," I said.

       Grayson sighed before moving over so he was hovering over me. "Actually, I prefer you waking me up this way every time," he said before leaning down and pressing his lips on mine. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.

       Someone suddenly knocked on the door, causing Grayson to pull away with a sigh. "I'll get it," he said as he got off the bed.

       "And I'll make breakfast," I said, following him out of the bedroom. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge as Grayson went to the front door.

       Judging by his reaction, he was not happy to see who it was. "What are you two doing here?!" he asked.

       "We came for a visit," I heard one of the voices saw. Gertrude.

       "Now of all times?" Grayson asked as I pulled out a few eggs. "This isn't because you found out recently that I'm going to be a dad, is it? Because I told you that you're not going to be involved in my son's life."

       Gertrude sighed. "Grayson, it's your birthday. You're twenty years old now and we wanted to come visit."

       It was silent for a bit before I heard Grayson say, "Fine, whatever." A few moments later, the front door closed so he must have let his parents in. And Ginny was here too, since I heard Grayson tell Ginny that she could help me in the kitchen.

       Ginny hurried in with a huge smile. "Hi, Poppy!" she said. "Grayson said I can help! What can I do?"

       I placed a bowl in front of her, as wells as the eggs. "You can crack these eggs into a bowl, then I'll get you to stir it. Got it?" Ginny nodded with a smile as she began cracking the eggs into the bowl like a pro. She even did it better than me.