Peyton POV-
Our wedding was amazing. All of our close friends came and everything was as perfect as it could have been. But the best part was looking into Greyson's eyes as he said I do. I could see past his dark blue eyes and see the loving, sensitive, and warm-hearted guy I'd fallen in love with. I could not have been happier. Our wedding day was one of the happiest of my entire life. But what made me so incredibly joyful was not the presents, the champagne, my dress, or the cake. It was all the amazing people who came to celebrate this memorable day and of course, Greyson. Being Mrs. Peyton Kole could not have felt any better.
We loved living together as husband and wife. We both were enjoying our jobs and we were making pretty good money for just being out of college. We kept our families and friends close to us, but we always had each other.
Greyson POV-
ONE YEAR LATER
"Greyson!" Peyton called from the bathroom.
"Just a second," I replied from the kitchen.
"No, I need you, now!" she yelled desperately. Nervously, I raced to the bathroom. She was hunched over the toilet, looking pale. I could tell she had been vomiting.
"Oh my god, Peyton, are you alright?" I asked her kneeling down by her. She shook her head, turning towards the toilet, throwing up again. I held her hair back, rubbing her back. She continued to puke for an abnormal amount of time. When she finished, I grabbed a towel, wet it, and handed it to her to wipe her face with.
"Holy God, that was awful," she said, wiping her face, then snuggling into my chest.
"Do you think you just ate something bad?" I asked her.
"No. Greyson, I think this is it. I think I'm finally pregnant," she told me. I covered my mouth with my hand. We had been trying for a few months with no luck, periodically taking pregnancy tests.
"Oh my god, this is amazing," I exclaimed.
"We don't know anything for sure yet, so don't get your hopes up. I think we have an extra test under the sink, can you grab it?" she asked me. I nodded, opening the cabinet and grabbing the test. She took the box from my hands, ripping it open. I stepped out, giving her the privacy to take the test. After a couple minutes, she called me in.
"Greyson, I think it's ready. I have it flipped over, are you ready?" she asked me.
"Can I look at it first?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I want you to. Go for it, two lines means pregnant, one line means not pregnant" she explained and I nodded. My fingers trembled as I reached for the test. I picked it up, took a deep breath, and turned it over. And then I saw it. Two lines. Two beautiful lines representing my beautiful son or daughter.
"Peyton," I whispered.
"Just tell me," she pleaded.
"You're pregnant," I exclaimed.
"Oh my god, Greyson!" she shouted, jumping into my arms. I felt her tears of joy falling onto my shoulder. I couldn't believe it. My wife was going to be a mom. And I was going to be a dad.
Peyton POV-
The next months were pretty rough, I'm not going to lie. I had awful morning sickness and the only thing that really tasted good was Culvers, which was thirty minutes away. Poor Greyson drove there at least twice a week. My feet swelled like crazy and my back always hurt. I could also tell my mood swings were pretty lethal, but Grey was so patient with me. He was always so gentle when I would get mad about something or start to cry over stupid things, like when I ripped my t-shirt or when the power went out and I really wanted to watch Netflix.
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Teen FictionPeyton Emerson is not a normal fifteen-year-old girl. When she was younger, her parents discovered the usage CRISPR on toddlers and illegally genetically altered her to become 250% as intelligent as a normal person. She has been homeschooled with he...
