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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Hawaii(Part One)"

"WINTER! WYATT! DON'T RUN!" I yell as the two go havoc. There was so much chaos going on, and I couldn't think straight. Grayson sits down the final bag and takes a deep breath.

"This is going to be a long week," he sighs. I nod my head in agreement. As much as I didn't want to participate in this week-long fiasco, I had to.

"Is Ethan still bunking with us?"

"I think," Grayson answers. "He's probably somewhere trying to  find the bar."

"Good. Because I could use a strawberry daiquiri right about now."

Gray huffs, "Since when do you drink?"

"I don't really, but I could use one now."

I was confused on how to answer. Lately he had been such an... Adult. He was more serious, more responsible. It was so attractive that it became annoying. Never did I think that I would become the immature one. I guess parenthood changed him.

"I'm gonna go take the kids to the pool," he announces before chasing the two of them into the bedroom. I watch as they laugh and scream. It warmed my heart.

I kind of felt like an old regretful woman. I missed being care free and...well, a teenager. I loved Grayson and I loved the twins, but I missed my teenage life. I missed being able to be me. I wanted to lay around an be lazy, but I just couldn't do that anymore.

A few minutes later the three of them come out in their corresponding swim wear. I too had one that matched with theirs, but I was in no mood to swim.

"Are you gonna join us later?" Grayson asks.

I shrug. "Maybe."

With that, he lets out a dissapointed sigh and leaves. That gave me a perfect opportunity for a shower. I walk to the back room, scavenging for a hair tie. After finding one, I delightedly wrap it around my hair, trapping the bundles of dark blonde curls.

I step into the perfectly crystallized shower. It was so elegant and beautifully designed. The water beams down onto my skin, providing a promising warmth to it. Somehow it reminded me of Grayson, and I suddenly find myself standing there thinking of him.  We were so complicated. Would I spend my whole life with him? Could I? Did I even love him anymore? What was wrong with me?

I try to take my mind off these things. I didn't want to think much about love. I would end up driving myself crazy.

Suddenly the sound of shattering glass sounds throughout the air. Immediately I turn the shower off and hop out, throwing a towel around my body. My heart was pumping immensely, and I almost fell.

I make my way out of the bathroom and peek around the living room corner. Water was dripping everywhere, but I was too occupied to care. Lying on the sofa was a unrecognizable man. On the floor beside him was his shirt which was soaked, possibly with sweat.

He begins to snore, and I sneak over to grab a piece of the broken lamp, which I suspect had been the source of the shattering noise. The wind hits my water soaked skin, and I was beggining to get a bit cold. Luckily, the adrenaline rushing through my body distracted me from noticing too much.

I inch closer to the unknown being. I study his face a little. He looked straight out of a Calvin Klein magazine. Grecian features, brownish blonde hair. He was a fuckboy in highschool alright. Stamped at birth.

"Who the hell are you!?" I yell, my voice sounding like a girl in a scary movie.

The guy instantly shoots up and springs to action as if he'd been awake the whole time.

"Woah! Woah! What's going on?" he asks holding his hand out. He had exquisite golden honey brown eyes.

I stick the piece of broken lamp towards his direction, and he steps away. In my other hand was the edge of the towel that I was struggling to hold up.

"What are you doing in here!? " I scream.

He looks around with a lost expression and shrugs. "Are you holding a piece of glass?"

"I ask the questions here!" I say walking closer.

He throws his hands in the air once more. "Okay. Okay."

"Now, who the hell are you?" I ask for the final time.

He clears his throat and runs his hand through his hair. "Alright. Alright. My name is Malcolm. My family owns this place, and I must've unlocked the wrong room," he explains.

"But every key card has a different code so how'd you-"

"My key card unlocks any room. I usually crash in empty rooms, and I could've sworn this one was empty."

lower the piece of glass. "I checked in this morning."

"Well that would explain everything," Malcolm says, feeling embarrassed. He looks down at himself and realizes that he's shirtless, which had reminded me that I was in a towel.

He was so gorgeous. I had seen sexy guys all my life, but he was next level. I stare at his abs, and I kind of hate myself for it. He wasn't my man. Grayson was. At least I thought so. Were we really in a relationship? Of course we were, but it didn't feel like it.

"Hello?" I hear Malcolm say, bringing me back to reality. "My eyes are up here."

He laughes and so do I. I was so embarrassed.

"Sorry, I got a little lost there for a Moment," I admit.

"Yeah I can tell," he says, sliding his shirt back on.

I bite my lip at the sight. I wouldn't be surprised if I drooled a bit. He was that sexy.

"I'm gonna go."

"Wait!" I reach out, almost forgetting that I had to hold up my towel. Malcolm looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"Nothing," I say clearing my throat for the thousandth time. I had lost all focus and sense. Every feeling that I had felt for Grayson, I was now second guessing. I hated that. I hated myself. This perfect stranger was my new high, and that didn't sit too well. I was just as shallow as Mel.

I was dazed and confused. My heart was a crazy place. I jump from guy to guy. I needed nothing more than to make a decision. First twins, now a meer crush. I had to figure myself out, and I had to do it now. What did I want? Who did I want?

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