i had gotten released from the hospital, a few days later. they needed to keep me for a little while, so they could run a few more tests. i was alright, the baby was alright, and ginger was alright.
braxton, on the other hand, was not alright.
i decided that a shower would probably clear my mind. i turned on the water, and placed ethan's shirt on the sink.
the warm water felt so nice on my skin. i was at the hospital for a good three days, and they didn't even have a shower. i felt so bad for everybody that had to come near me.
i sighed and stood under the shower head, so i could get my hair wet.
the lancasters held their "funeral" for their boys today. ginger told me that the funeral was basically just a burial, and that her parents were the only other people there. excluding the person that they had hired to say nice things, and sprinkle roses onto their tombstones.
i felt so unbelievably bad for ginger. i felt so bad for mr. and mrs. lancaster, too. ginger had become an only child in a day.
i shivered, and uncapped my vanilla shampoo bottle. i had asked ginger if she needed anything, or needed me to come over, but she shut me down. she said that her mom and dad were watching her like a hawk now, and i didn't blame them.
i squeezed some of the shampoo into my hand, and raised my arms slowly. i was told that i needed to slow everything down, until i healed.
i felt fucking pathetic, honestly. i didn't get to be the one to tell my family that i was pregnant, and i think that only made matters worse.
ethan's family was excited for him, and supportive. i'm not really sure why his family members were so excited, to be quite honest.
my dad was quiet, but he was here for me. my mom on the other hand... she had completely cut contact with me, for the time being.
did you really think that you would be able to handle all of this?
my eyes were stinging, hot tears were pouring out of my eyes.
you know that you can't handle this. this is all your fault.
**
grayson
come outside, i have a present for you.
i blinked a few times, and tilted my head. i wondered what kind of present grayson actually had for me.
i shrugged, and put on a jacket and some sweats. i didn't even bother to put shoes on, so i walked downstairs with just my socks. i sighed as i opened the door.
grayson was standing right outside of my door, holding a sleeping mask. he looked a little sketchy, in my opinion.
i cracked a half smile. "grayson, where the hell did you get that sleeping mask?"
he quickly put the sleeping mask over my eyes, and carefully picked me up.
"you have five fucking seconds to put me down, i swear–"
i could hear the sound of a car door opening, and then closing. "relax, shorty."
i lifted the sleeping mask, to see ethan grant dolan sitting next to me."
he had the goofiest smile on his face, and his eyes were sparkling.
"please don't tell me that you kidnapped him."
ethan laughed, and wrapped his arms around me carefully. "no, he didn't kidnap me. i completed all of my rehab activities, they released me a few hours ago."
i squealed, and climbed onto his lap. "god, you have no idea how much i missed you."
ethan tugged on my hair gingerly, and looked up at me. "i promise you, i missed you so much more. i want to know how everything is going, what's going on, how you're feeling–"
grayson cut ethan off. "not today, buddy. we aren't going to talk about anything serious tonight. buckle your seatbelts, and don't ask me where we're going. got it?"
ethan and i smiled at each other. "got it."
when he placed his hand on my thigh, i felt as if a surge of electricity had shot through me. his touch affected me more than ever, now.
he squeezed my thigh softly, and gave me an endearing look. "it feels so good to be back home."
**
a/n: i love ethan and mase so much lmao
