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@ethandolan: future wifey haha @masenrose
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"i swear, princess. if you weren't already pregnant, i would probably be putting a baby in you tonight," ethan gently pulled my hair, and gave me a satisfied look when i moaned.
i laughed, and moved my left hand around. "you're wild, i love it."
ethan sat me on his lap, and leaned against the headboard. "should we start talking about names, and godparents?"
i ran my thumb over ethan's stubbly cheek. "i think that we should talk about this stubble, pancake. you look like a forty year old dad."
he smirked, and put his hands on my hips. "don't you mean... a forty year old daddy?"
i covered my hands with my mouth. "oh my god, no. my dad grows his stubble long like yours, it's no good."
he pulled me by the straps of my dress, and kissed me slowly.
when our lips connected, i felt another surge of energy rush through my body.
he broke the kiss, and studied me. "do you wanna shave my face for me?"
that sounded interesting. "i think i do. i just don't want to cut you, or anything."
ethan sighed happily, and rested his hands on my thighs. "take off your dress."
i slid the straps down my arms, and raised the dress over my head. i didn't wear a bra today, but i wore underwear... just in case grayson wanted to be a perv today.
ethan's eyes widened. "don't act shy, you know exactly what you're doing."
i tucked loose strand of hair behind my ear. "shush, e-tee-wee-tee. why did you want me to take off my dress?"
he was crouched down, digging inside of the drawers. "patience, little one."
ethan pulled a lavender sweatshirt out of his drawer, and made his way over to the edge of the bed. "this was the shirt i wore when you came to visit me in rehab. i meant to give it to you when you were there, but i completely forgot. raise your arms."
i raised my arms, and closed my eyes as he adjusted it.
when it was finally on, i took in his scent. "i meant to tell you how much i liked this on you."
he shrugged, and wrapped his arms around me. "i thought it would look better on you. besides, this is also kind of a 'thanks for not leaving' gift as well."
ethan picked me up, and rested his hands on my ass. he led me to the bathroom, and sat me on the cold marble sink.
i watched as he took out his razor, and shaving cream. his t-shirt was fitted, and it was showing every single muscle that he had.
"i love you." i plugged the sink, and turned on the sink. my goal was to make the water lukewarm, i wasn't a fan of shaving with cold water, but that's just me.
he kissed my forehead, and looked me in the eyes. "i love you more, muffin." ethan stopped the water, and handed me the shaving cream. "i've been meaning to ask you something, actually."
i shook the shaving cream up, and squeezed it into my hands. "what's up?"
he smiled at me, and ruffled my hair. "i want you to be my personal assistant. well, you would be gray's personal assistant too. we could really use a personal assistant, and it kinda gives us an excuse to be around you, 95% of the time. what do you think?"
there was a frantic knock on the door. ethan sighed.
"come in," he muttered. i spread the shaving cream on top of his microscopic mustache and long stubble.
usually, grayson would have made fun of ethan, but he didn't seem to be in the mood. "have you guys seen this?"
grayson used his touch id , and turned his phone around.
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@tammikade: @graysondolan ❤️ back together, pregnant, and grateful.
