My Protector: The Bad Boy | Protector 1.3

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

       The rumors were showing no sign of fading, which was only making Grayson worse. There were plenty of times when someone would approach him and ask him when he was going to dump me since I didn't really love him. And he was so, so close to snapping and swearing at them, but all he did was walk away.

       That didn't stop him from crying when he got home. I had never seen him cry so much before, even when he was depressed. I really didn't think he would go back to depression, however. The only thing that was bothering him was people telling him that I didn't love him. He needed someone to show him love.

       We were sitting on our couch, with his arm wrapped around my shoulder as we watched one of our favorite movies. I was paying attention, but I knew Grayson wasn't. His focus was centered onto the TV screen, but I could tell he wasn't registering what was happening in the movie.

       I looked up at him with a concerned expression. He looked down at me for a few seconds before looking back at the TV.

       "Want to go do something?" I asked.

       "Outside of the apartment?" he asked in return.

       "Yeah," I said.

       "I don't know," he said hesitantly. He hated leaving the apartment, even for university and work. It took me a lot of convincing for him to even get out of bed.

       "Please?" I asked. "I want to do something today. It's not like we're going to run into anyone from the university. We can just go to a restaurant or something. Maybe the movies. Something special."

       Grayson released a long sigh and rested his head back against the couch. "Fine, I guess," he said. "How about a restaurant? It's almost dinner anyway and I'm getting hungry."

       I gave him a smile and kissed his cheek. "Sounds perfect," I said.

       Grayson reached for the TV remote and turned it off before helping me stand off the couch. I kind of wanted to get changed into something nicer, but none of my clothes fit me anymore. I had to wear Grayson's clothes, which I didn't mind because they were extremely comfy. I tried convincing Grayson to let me buy maternity clothing, but he wouldn't let me. We barely had enough money as it was, and I guess we were saving money.

       Grayson grabbed his keys and after locking the apartment, we went to his car. I didn't really have a place in mind, so Grayson just drove to a restaurant that wasn't fancy. I didn't mind, as long as we were doing something together today.

       When we got there, we got a table for two and ordered our beverages before looking at the money. "Everything looks so good," I said, unable to decided what I wanted to eat.

       Grayson eyes the menu for only a few seconds before closing it. "I decided," he said. "Poutine."

       I furrowed my eyebrows. "Poutine? What's that?"

       "French fires, gravy, and cheese curds," he said. "It's a Canadian food, but it's so good."

       "Well, I still don't know what to have," I said. That was when I got to the dessert section. "Ooh, chocolate cake."

       "Flower, you can't have that for dinner," Grayson said.

       "I'm not, I'll have it for dessert," I said. "And for dinner....I still have no clue. Can you pick something for me?"

       "Sure," Grayson said, right as the waitress came back with the drinks. Grayson ordered for me, steak and fries, as well as the chocolate cake. I was fine with it because I was starving and I honestly didn't care what I ate.