Tᴜʀᴛʟᴇs Rᴜsʜ Iɴ (TMNT '16) ❪✘❫

06 || 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐍

It seems that phone call at the construction site earlier today was for Donnie to warn him that Grayson's father was on the way to confront him. She told her mom, brothers, and cousins about the baby and the marriage.

Later in the evening, Donnie returned home to the house he was renting with Grayson prepping dinner in the kitchen. Her old roommate, Lanie, was there to keep her company. She was upset to hear that her father reacted the way he did toward Donnie, but she felt like it was the right thing to do-- to get married! It sounds like Tomas disowns her for getting pregnant and getting married behind his back.

"He disowns me? Fine! I disown him twice. We disown him, me, and the baby. Let's see how he likes that." Grayson ranted, sprinkling salt into a bowl of salad she had prepared for dinner that night.

"Grayson!" Lanie exclaimed. "He's your father. You had Elvis walk you down the aisle. Can you blame it? How'd your mom take it?"

"Oh, I'm a sinner. She went straight to church after she found out." Gray replied, still prepping the salad in the wooden bowl.

"That bad, huh?" Asked Lanie.

"I think she's lighting every candle in the city..." Grayson said. Her family is Catholic.

Walking through the sliding door, Donnie and Charlie come through the kitchen. "Hello, my wife." Donnie greeted her.

"Hello, my husband." She says gently with a smile.

"Interesting house, Donnie. Did you decorate it yourself?" Lanie joked with him. She sees the walls are plain white, with no plants, vases, hardly any furniture, and not much to fill the empty spaces. There's not a lot of color in here either. The brown cabinets made it look awful.

"Yes, Lanie. I realize it is a little... dull." He walked to one of the cabinets to grab a wine glass. 

"Ah, you got that cozy little institutional thing going on." Says Charlie, walking to the dinner table.

Gray finished the salad and walked by her turtle husband to lightly spank his butt. She began to realize she was falling harder for him with each second going by. "Not after I spice it up." Grayson says, walking the salad bowl to the dinner table. 

"Uh, just for the next four months." Donnie said.

"Then, what? You turn back into your little turtle self?" Gray chuckled, walking past him to go to the counter to take care of the vegetables on the white surface.

Donnie scoffed as she opened up the wine bottle on the counter. "Uh, no. We open up the club, and we go back to New York."

Gray turned her body quickly to him. "We what?"

"We go back to..." Don trailed off, noticing Gray's expression. "New York."

His wife was having a hard time understanding. "You mean you don't live here?"

Charlie and Lanie exchanged glances at each other awkwardly, not saying a word, and chose to sit at the table.

"No, I live in Manhattan." Donnie says to her.

"Well, I live here." Grayson says to Don. "And I like it here, and my family's here, my friends are here, and my work is here. You can't raise a baby in that city!"

"Oh, Grayson, sweetheart. People do it all the time." Don says to her. "Have you ever been there?"

Gray glanced down for a moment. "No..."

"Well, there you go."

"And you've never been off the strip. There's more to Nevada than Vagas." Says Grayson, snatching salt and pepper shakers from the counter and bringing them to the table.