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

The Draft

Grayson's shaking hand holds mine as they get closer and closer to his probable pick.

I fight back my tears, not wanting to let my little boy go. He's too young and sweet for this terrible world.

With Grayson's other hand (also shaky), he holds Sherry's hand.

"The Utah Jazz has selected Grayson Allen as the 21st pick."

I feel my chest tighten as I stand up and hug Grayson.

"I love you." I whisper, then he hugs Sherry, William, his aunt and uncle, then coach Scheyer.

I start crying as I see him up there. I remember it like it was yesterday, is graduating from pre school. Then middle school. Then high school. Then college.

I glare at Donovan as he hugs Grayson, acting like a friend. I then glare at Grayson for falling for it.

•••

Luke came to the after party, even if he didn't come to the actual draft.

"Came for the drinks," Luke holds up a cup. "And for the ladies."

"How about your best friend?" Grayson asks.

"Yeah, you too." Luke slings both of his arms around us. "I love you guys. You're my bestest friends ever."

I roll my eyes with a laugh and push his arm off of me.

"Meanie." Luke kisses Grayson's cheek. "I love you the most."

"Oh, gross." I go to kiss Grayson's cheek, but Gray moves his head back so I kiss Luke.

"Grayson!" I scream, despite my laughter.

"Tastes like Grayson." Luke raises an eyebrow.

"How would you know?" I ask.

"Lucky guess." They both say.

I laugh and shake my head at the crazy boys. I rest my head on Grayson's chest, and he wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on my hip.

"You guys are weird." Luke says.

I scoff. "We're weird? Okay, sure, whatever, Douglas."

Luke mimics my words in a high pitched voice. "Okay, sure, whatever, Douglas."

"Alright you two, cut it out." Grayson says.

I stick my tongue out at Luke and put my hand on Grayson's cheek. "He's mine."

Luke brings his hand to Grayson's pants and puts his hand in his underwear, making Grayson squirm, turn red, and laugh. "He's mine."

"Oh God, okay, you can have him."

"Luke, stop cupping my balls." Grayson says.

"Sorry babe." Luke takes his hand out of Grayson's pants and licks it.

I gag and turn my face away. "Luke, you're way too drunk."

•••

"This house is nice."

I nod at Grayson's words as we walk into the house. A lot of houses in Utah are just nice, but none are perfect for us.

We walk up the stairs and into what would be our bedroom. Our jaws drop at how small the room is, we'd only be able to put in our bed and half a book shelf.

"Yeah, lets go." Grayson says.

We walk back down, thank the host of the open house, and get back in Grayson's car.

"Utah sucks. Why couldn't you get a better team?"

Grayson laughs and shrugs. "Not my choice, baby."

"Speaking of baby..." I grab Grayson's right hand and place it on my small bump. Grayson's smile grows and he rubs my belly with his thumb.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you too."