Duke Imagines ?? (Really just Grayson Allen and Luke Kennard)

Dear Daddy (Grayson Allen)

"Get up!" Amelia and I yell as we jump on the bed.

Grayson lets out a grunt and rolls onto his back, slightly opening his eyes.

"What?"

"Get uppp!" We yell again.

"No." He buries his face in the pillow.

"Just because you lost the NBA championship doesn't mean you have to be a stupid head." I grab his hand and try to pull him up.

"We made you bacon!" Amelia says.

"Eh." Gray murmurs.

"And cheese grits." I mention.

"I'm up, I'm up." Grayson stands from the bed and Amelia grabs his hand, dragging him downstairs.

As he and Amelia sit at the table, I set a plate of cheese grits and bacon in front of them. I sit down across from them with a donut.

"Amelia, do you have your card?" I ask.

"Yep!" She plops down a yellow sheet of paper in front of Grayson. "Read it!"

He smiles at her then picks up the paper, reading aloud. "Dear Daddy, you is the best daddy in the whole entire universe. I love you very very very much, even if those meanies on ESPN say you're evil. If someone hates you, they are stupider than uncle Luke. Love, Amelia."

"Awe." I gush.

"Thank you, Millie. I'll cherish it forever." Grayson kisses her cheek.

"You're welcome!"

"And you're right. Uncle Luke is stupid, but those reporters are worse." Grayson says, making her giggle.

I hug Grayson from behind, the back of his chair digging into my stomach. "My dad is coming, by the way."

"Nooooo." Grayson whines. "He's so mean!"

"You poor thing." I kiss his cheek and run my hand through his hair. "He's only staying for lunch."

"Good." His lips meet mine, making me smile.

"You have to dress up."

"You have to dress me."

"No."

"But it's Father's Day," Grayson says.

"You're not my daddy."

"You've called me that before." Gray smirks, and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up. Finish your grits then go upstairs." I turn to Amelia. "Same for you."

"Yes ma'am." They both reply. I take a sliver of bacon from Grayson's plate, making him whine, but I just ignore him and eat it.

I go upstairs and change into jeans and Grayson's beige sweatshirt. As I pull my hair into a bun, he walks in.

"Why don't you have to dress up?" He asks.

"Because I'm not the one he hates." I search through our closet, pulling out things for Grayson to wear.

"Do I have to undress you too?" I ask.

Grayson stands still with a smile. "Yep."

I roll my eyes. "If you get a boner, you're doing this yourself."

"I can't control Frank!"

"You... you named your dick Frank?"

"Yeah. Because he's as cute as Frank Jackson, and as talented as Frank Sinatra."