Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Good Woman Pt. 3 // Grayson Dolan

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I sit Dylan down. He looks in between Grayson and I,

"Am I in trouble?" His 'r' doesn't quite make it. I clear my throat,

"No sweetie. This is about your dad." I kneel in front of him. He grabs my cheeks affectionately,

"Didn't mommy say that daddy didn't love her? That's why I don't have a daddy." He kisses my forehead. I sigh,

"Baby, you have a dad. He just... had some issues before you were born." I rub his head. He shakes his head,

"Mommy, you told me that daddy didn't love you. I got mad for a while. But, then, mommy got happy again. You weren't crying anymore. I got sad when you cried." Tears fall down his face. I wipe my own tears,

"Baby, you're making mommy cry. I love how much you care though." I hug him and groan. When I pull away, he looks down,

"So, I'm not in trouble?" He plays with his fingers. I shake my head,

"But, there's something mommy didn't tell you." I stand up. He pouts,

"What?" He scoots back on the couch. I point to Grayson,

"This, Dylan, is your father. His name is Grayson." I bite my lip. Grayson sticks his hand out,

"Hey buddy. I'm your dad." Dylan stares at his hand in complete disgust. I pick him up. He latches on to me and stares at Grayson,

"Mommy, can I go to bed now?" I check the time,

"It's only 5:00 big guy. Don't you wanna get to know your dad?" He throws a fit,

"I! WANT! TO! GO! TO! BED!" I huff,

"Fine. Do you want daddy to tuck you in?" He violently shakes his head. I look at Grayson apologetically and put Dylan to bed.

~Later that Night (9:30 p.m.)~

I sit next to Grayson on the couch after getting Dylan to bed and getting myself in pajamas. He faces me,

"I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean for all of this-" I hold up my hand,

"Save it. You obviously did. You cheated, didn't even try to make things right, for 5 fucking years Grayson!" I get up and punch the side of the couch. He stands with me, backing me against the wall,

"Please. I'm sorry. Let me make it right." I push him off,

"No. My son already hates you." I huff. He looks appalled,

"Your son? Your son?! He is just as much mine as he is yours!" He points an affirmative finger at me. I slap it away,

"You missed the first 5 years of his life. His first words, his first steps, his first fucking time learning to say his own name! You missed it all, just because you couldn't muster up enough balls to stay tied down!" I keep my voice dangerously low, daring him to fight with me. He clenches his fists along with his jaw,

"Y/N, I said I was sorry!" I back him up,

"SORRY DOESN'T FUCKING CUT IT! YOU MISSED DYLAN'S LIFE BECAUSE YOU'D RATHER BE OUT AND ABOUT WITH DIFFERENT GIRLS! NEWS FLASH! WHEN YOU HAVE A KID AND YOU PLAN ON KEEPING IT, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" I stand on tip toe so that I was slightly taller than him. I heard a whimper and sobs coming from the hall entrance. Dylan was standing there holding his teddy bear and crying. I race over, but he takes a step back,

"Mommy's m-mad. I-I want a bed time story." I turn,

"Gray, it's best you go and not come back." I nod to the door and watch him leave.

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this ends the good woman series. imma start doing this, a series every once in a while. lmk if you like these or not -KudosDolan