We do our usual routine of him brushing my hair with his fingers as he tells me a story. I lie with my back up against him and his arms tightly engulfed around me.
He plants soft kisses on the back of my neck and head as I slowly drift off to sleep...
In case you guys were wondering, Owen Rose is an actual guy at my school that I loveee. Here's a picture of him in case you were wondering what he looked like.
I snuck it so it's bad quality. BUT GOSH HES SO FRIGGING HANDSOME
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"I can't believe you guys are in the championship game."
"I know!" Grayson opens the apartment door for me, and we both throw our bags down then lie down on his bed. "It's insane."
"Totally insane." I agree.
He smiles and pecks my lips. "And you know what's even insaner?"
"What?"
"You're three months pregnant. Almost four."
I smile. "I know! It's insane."
"Totally insane."
"I'm glad your huge hoodies can hide my bump."
"Oh, me too. But if anyone judges you, just say you've been eating lots of ice cream. Because that's not a lie."
"Why would people judge me?" I say.
"Because people are mean."
I frown. "People are mean... we live in such a bad world, Grayson! And now we're putting our child into that! We're terrible parents!" I start sobbing.
"Aw, come here, my little pregnancy-hormone-filled girl."
Grayson's strong arms wrap around me and I immediately calm down as he kisses the side of my neck.
"Who loves you?" Grayson asks.
I smile. "You!"
"Who's the best basketball player ever?"
"You!!"
"Who's the cutest?"
"Me." I stick my tongue out at him, and he rolls his eyes with a smile.
"You are very cute, I must say."
I flip my hair back. "Agreed."
Grayson bonks our heads together. "Dork."
"Ow!" I yell, laughing. "That hurt, dude."
"What, this?" He bonks our heads together again, wearing a smile.
"Yes!" I laugh, then smack his forehead.
"Ouchhh." He pouts.
"I'm sorryyy!" I kiss the bridge of his nose.
"It's okayyy." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "God, you're gorgeous."
"The last time you did that, we almost had sex in Cameron."
"Damn you." Grayson teases.
"Could you get me some donuts?"
"You need to eat healthy. I'll cook you some chicken."
I scream and Grayson claps his hand over my mouth.
"What the hell?" He laughs.
"I don't want chicken!" I pout. "I want donuts! Now!"
"Okay, okay, calm down." Gray kisses my forehead and grabs his wallet. "I'll be back in a few minutes. You want chocolate with sprinkles?"
"Rainbow sprinkles!"
"Yes ma'am." He winks then walks out.
Minutes later, he's finally back. I snatch the box from him and immediately start eating.
"Slow down there." Grayson takes the box from me and I scream again. He quickly gives the box back.
"Sing for me." I lie my head against his shoulder.
"You want me to sing?" He asks.
"Yes."
"Okay... what song?"
"Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston."
Gray chuckles, and sings terribly, but I still love it. "You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When you say it's over Damn all these beautiful girls They only wanna do your dirt They'll have you suicidal, suicidal When they say it's over See it started at the park Used to chill after dark Oh when you took my heart That's when we fell apart 'Cause we both thought That love last forever (last forever) They say we're too young To get ourselves sprung Oh we didn't care We made it very clear And they also said That we couldn't last together (last together) See it's very divine, girl You're one of a kind But you mush up my mind You ought to get declined Oh Lord My baby is driving me crazy It was back in '99 Watching movies all the time Oh when I went away For doing my first crime And I never thought That we was gonna see each other (see each other) And then I came out Mami moved me down South Oh I'm with my girl Who I thought was my world It came out to be That she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me) See it's very divine, girl You're one of a kind But you mush up my mind You ought to get declined Oh Lord My baby is driving me crazy Now we are fussing And now we are fighting Please tell me why I am feeling slighted And I don't know How to make it better (make it better) You're dating other guys You're telling me lies Oh I can't believe What I'm seeing with my eyes I'm losing my mind And I don't think it's clever (think it's clever) You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal, suicidal, suicidal."
"That was awful." I laugh.
"Thank you." He kisses the side of my head.
«🎀»
I scream and jump up and down with Emily and Owen as the buzzer goes off.
We won the freaking championship.
I start sobbing and laughing and screaming at the same time.
An hour later, after Owen has gone home, Emily and I have resorted to Gilmore Girls. I'm still crying a bit.
Grayson runs in with a beautiful Championship hat and his arms outstretched, the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face.
I run up to him and crash into his sweet embrace.
He holds my face in his hands and we both start crying. Grayson pecks my lips multiple times while we laugh and cry.
"You guys are weird." Emily says.
"I like it that way." Gray hugs me and kisses the top of my head. "I love you, Faith, so freaking much."
«🎀»
"A boy." He whispers.
Grayson stares with awe at the ultra sound. It's July, so I've only two more months to go.
The doctor comes back with copies and Grayson helps me up, staring at my stomach, then the picture, over and over again.
He checks us out, helps me in the car, then fights back the temptation to look at the picture and my stomach as he drives.
The next day, I wake up with the sheets being wet. I haven't pissed myself in years.
But when I feel the pain, I realize what's happening. It's way too early, but people always have it early. Oh God.
