Three Months (GA) (sad)

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"Cancer?" I ask, my heart shattering.

"Doctor says I only have three months." Grayson whispers. "It's that bad."

My eyes widen and tears fill my eyes. I tightly hug Grayson, and find myself sobbing into his shirt.

"Y-You can't g-go..." I choke out.

"I'm sorry." I hear him crying too.

We stand in the doorway for a few minutes, staying in this position.

This can't be happening. My boyfriend can't be dying. We're only 24.

"L-Lets make the best of th-these months." I say.

"Yeah." He sniffles.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow?"

"I was actually thinking something." He says.

"What, baby?"

"I could get us plane tickets. We can go to Paris like you've always wanted."

I look up and stroke his cheek with my thumb. "You don't have to."

"No. I'm gonna. I'll find the soonest flight. I'll book us a beautiful hotel to stay at for a week."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want these last months to be amazing."

I kiss his jaw. "I love you. So much."

***

We arrive at the hotel room, and I stare in awe. Grayson chuckles and takes my bags.

"Even though you're away a lot," I say, "I'm really happy you're an NBA player."

He holds my arms and kisses my forehead. "Me too."

"I um..." I sigh. "I need to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"For two months now... I've been pregnant."

Sadness fills Grayson's eyes. "What?"

"I was gonna tell you last week, but when you learned you only had three months, I got scared."

"I won't know our child?" He whispers.

I shake my head with tears in my eyes. Grayson sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls me into his lap.

He rests his forehead against mine. "When I die, you need to get a new boyfriend."

"No, Grayson. You're my one and only."

"You need to. I want both of you to be taken care of."

"But-"

"For me," Grayson begs. "For the baby."

I sigh and nod. "I'll try."

"Thank you." He pecks my lips. "Now, I got us a reservation for some dinner. Let's get ready."

"It's good I brought a dress."

"You would've looked stunning anyway.  Hoodie or dress."

I smile and get up from his lap. I pull my fanciest dress -- which Grayson bought for me because he thought I looked sexy in it -- and put it on.

Gray smiles at me as he adjusts his tie and pulls up his sleeves. "I love that tight red dress on you."

I brush my hair and let it cascade down my shoulders. "That's why I brought it."

I kiss his cheek, leaving a red mark from my lipstick. Grayson chuckles and doesn't bother to wipe it off.

"I want everyone to know you're mine. And I'm yours." He says.

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