The Great Gatsby (COMPLETED)

Part 12

Your POV

I ran to the bathroom as I threw up for the 3rd time that day. David had been out all morning, and I was glad he wasn't here to see this. I already knew what was going on, the symptoms of the sickness pointing to one thing. But the baby definitely was not David's, we haven't touched each other since I rekindled everything with Grayson. It had to be his. But I was terrified to tell them that. I wasn't sure if it was better for me to have sex with David tonight and let him believe the baby was his, or just to go get the problem taken care of. I hadn't seen or talked to Grayson since he left the lunch. I'm sure he called, but the butler was on strict orders not to let me near the phone. I missed Grayson so much and I was positive he'd be okay with a baby, but there was no way David would allow it. I just wish things would've turned out differently.

 I walked back to my bedroom as I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door to be greeted by our butler, crossing my arms at the traitor. "Mrs. (Y/L/N), I'm afraid I have to step away on behalf of your husband. I will only be gone for an hour or two," He told me. I didn't say anything and instead nodded, beginning to close the door but he stopped me. "And here's today's paper, miss," He handed it to me. I shut the door as he walked off, turning the paper over to view the front page. Tears came to my eyes immediately at the black and white picture of Grayson. His arm was wrapped around some girl's waist as they shared loving smiles, drinks in hands. The next one was of her kissing his cheek. I rushed to the phone the moment I heard the front door close, dialing Grayson's number. "Hello?" His rough voice asked from the other side. "How could you?" I cried. "Y/N? Baby-" "It's been what? Two weeks? You told me you loved me," I continued. "What are you talking about? I do love you-" "That's not what this mornings paper says," My voice grew quieter as I read it once more, the paper talking about him and his new girl. "Y/N," Grayson sighed. "I promise to you it's not what you think." "Then what is it?" "A distraction, baby," Grayson's voice was quiet. "So, while I'm locked away like a damn damsel in distress, you're out with 'distractions'? Did you even try contacting me?" "What? Of course I did! The butler always said you didn't want to speak to me-" "And you believed him? After everything, you believed him." Grayson was quiet on the other end, so I took this moment to end everything. "Maybe the first time we tried should've been our clue that we were never going to work," I said softly. "Y/N, no-" "Yes, Grayson. I'm sorry." "You're not doing this to me. Especially over the phone, damn it, " His voice sounded in pain. "I'm sorry," I repeated, the tears falling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry," I whispered once more before hanging up the phone.

(TIME SKIP)

Your POV "Ana!" I called down the steps of my house. "Anastasia!" I called my daughter's full name this time, walking down the endless amount of stairs in hopes of finding her in the living room. "Charlie, have you seen Anastasia?" I asked out of breath after not finding her where I was hoping she would be. The butler shook his head. "But I did hear her laughter earlier. Why don't you try outside?" I thanked him quietly, leaving him to make my way to the back towards our garden. We had been living in the new, larger house for quite some time, David and I moving here soon after Anastasia was born. She was now three years old and full of energy. The house was on the outskirts of town, far from East Egg but close enough where David could make it to work. David was ecstatic after he found out I was pregnant. I told him the truth about the child. He was okay with raising her as his own. Of course he was upset about it at first, but now we were okay. Grayson didn't know about his daughter, it was better off this way. I let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Anastasia with her nanny, playing around in the garden. "Ana," I breathed out, her head snapping in my direction and a wide smile making its way to her face. "Hey mommy," She hurried towards me before I picked her up, cradling her face into my neck. "I didn't hear you two. Your shift ended a little bit ago," I told the nanny, Madame Genevieve who liked for us to call her Genny. "I know, but Ana insisted we pick flowers for you," She let out a laugh, adoring the little girl in my arms. I smiled as she handed them to me. "They're beautiful," I said to Ana, pecking her cheek. "Thank you, Genny. I'll see you tomorrow," I said goodbye. "See you tomorrow, Genny!" 

Ana left my arms to say goodbye as she stumbled over her words. But she soon hopped down after hearing a car pull up. "Daddy!" She squealed, running into the house. I quickly followed after her. "Slow down, Ana!" I called, turning the corner just in time to see her jump into David's arms. "Hey, baby girl!" David spun her around as she squealed. "You're getting heavy," He huffed dramatically. "Mommy's been feeding you too many cookies," David looked at me, winking before turning his attention back to Ana. "It's okay because they're so good," Ana's smile was from ear to ear. "Well, you better have saved me some!" David attacked her face with kisses causing her to shimmy out of his arms, squealing the whole time before running to the kitchen, probably to entertain the maids. "Hey, babe," David walked over to me, kissing my lips lightly. We had moved past what happened, and David was much better in making sure he was home more often, especially to see Ana. "Hey," I smiled. "How was riding?" I asked. He had driven to our stables today and spent time with the horses, getting a surprise pony for Ana set up in its pen. "Tiring. Ready to cuddle up with my two favorite girls," He smirked. "Maybe if you take a shower. You stink, " I scrunched my nose up. "Oh really?" He laughed, pulling me into his arms and nuzzling his face into my neck. "Stop!" I laughed. David pulled back with a wide grin before pressing his lips to mine. "I love you," He mumbled against them. "I love you, too."