Lies and Love (Graylu)

Grief

"Boys? What are you doing?"

Grinning at her, Grey and Grayson revealed the chocolate that was covering both their sets of teeth.

"And where did you get that?" Lucy asked with a raised brow.

"Gray bought a bar of chocolate each for us..."

"...it really is tasty, do you want some mom?"

Shaking her head, she smiled hopelessly at them, trying not to giggle at the state they were in. Both boys had so much chocolate on their faces, it was a wonder they even got to eat any of it.

"Now, now, you can finish that tomorrow. You two clean up and brush your teeth. No more sweets for today," she said in a firm tone although still smiling.

The twin boys saluted before jumping off the chairs from the dining table and dashing to the bathroom.

Lucy looked around and found their guest not in the kitchen with them. Walking back into the living room, she found him. And her breath was caught.

She never took notice of him the other day due to her mental turmoil and neither did she notice him earlier due to the large packages they had to haul and the exhaustion that came after it, but it was only now that she actually looked at him.

He really looked nothing like he did five years ago. He's grown taller, she would probably stand at the height of his now broad shoulders. His complexion was slightly tanned, his entire build has certainly been developed over the past years and it can be proven with his muscular arms and- although he was sitting down -flat stomach.

Snapping out of it, Lucy shook her head and spoke from the doorway.

"I'm sorry about the interruption earlier," she said unsurely.

Gray also shook his head from his thoughts before turning towards her. He has decided. He wants answers, and he wants them today. Now.

"I'm happy to hear you're still fond of singing," he pointed out bluntly.

As soon as the words left his lips, Lucy looked down, her face already red from embarrassment and guilt. He heard her. And the song.

Eyeing her carefully, Gray walked over to her and stopped right in front of her.

"We have a lot to talk about Lucy," he said in a serious tone.

Lucy breathed in and out a couple of times before finally raising her gaze towards him. "W-What about?"

Just as she said this, Lucy found herself pinned to the wall behind her.

"Don't play dumb with me Lucy," Gray hissed, his face close to hers. "I heard you sing to that brat of yours. That was the poem I wrote for you five years ago," he said almost achingly but still sounding very bitter. "At first I assumed you got amnesia or something when you acted like we only just met for the first time at the theme park. But that's an impossibility now in this case. Now talk!"

After a short pause, Lucy nodded. "I-I remember everything."

"Then why the hell did you pretend like you didn't know me?"

"I...I don't know," she confessed honestly, her eyes starting to water for the second time that night.

Cursing, Gray glared at her. "Then tell me this," he said in a deadly whisper. "Are Grey and Grayson my sons?"

Lucy nodded yet again, this time, without saying another word.

His first conclusion was right.

"Is Layla your youngest child?" he asked, trying to keep his cool.