A Day In The Life II (Grayson Allen)

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by WhoSaysYouPretty

by WhoSaysYouPretty

Requested by bluedevils3 also, is it weird that I imagine Mike as a baby with Coach K's head? It is? Okay, I'll just start the imagine now...

Grayson bends down to Mike, who's growing up too fast, he's already eight months old. "Bye Buddy. I'll be back tonight. I love you."

Mike grabs Grayson's nose and giggles. Gray smiles, kisses his forehead, then stands straight up. He gives me a quick kiss. "Bye Jackie."

"Do good. Tell Luke I said hi."

"Will do." He winks at me then walks out of the house. I sigh as I hear the car engine fade away in the distance. I pick Mike up.

"I'm sorry daddy is always away. He just wants to get money to give you the best life possible."

Grayson has a good game, but is only on for a few minutes. The guys lose by two points, and I know Grayson won't be super happy when he arrives back home.

I'm right when awhile later Grayson slams the door behind him as he walks in. He storms up to our room and slams that door, too. I hold Mike to my left hip and follow him up, quietly opening the door. He lies on the bed, already changed into his red plaid pants and no shirt to sleep. Gray fiddles with his hand as he mutters something to the ceiling.

"Hey Grayson." I step in and sit next to him.

"You're probably embarrassed to be seen with me, aren't you?"

"What? No, of course not! You did great. It was just an unlucky night for the rest of the team."

"Mhm. The other team kept yelling tripper when I had the ball. Every single game, this happens to me."

"I'm sorry, G."

"Not your fault." His eyes light up when Mike crawls onto him.

"Hey Mike." Grayson softly smiles and I grin, loving watching him be such a great father.

"Dada."

Grayson's eyes widen, and so do mine. Gray sits up, his smile growing. "What'd you say?"

"Dada!" Mike throws his hands up.

Gray intertwines his large fingers with Mike's small ones. "That's right!"

I rest my head on Grayson's shoulder as I smile, watching their first conversation.

"Who's the best parent?" Grayson asks.

"Dada!"

"Who's the best basketball player ever?"

"Dada!"

"Who loves you very much?"

"Mama!"

I laugh as I kiss Mike's forehead. "Haha, you suckkk."

Grayson ruffles my hair. "Oh shush, both of you."