your pov
being 8 months pregnant sucks. nothing fits anymore. i am so fat. getting around sucks. my feet are swollen. i can't get my shoes on without help. shaving my legs is horrible
but at least i get a kid out of it
tonight, gray and i are going out to eat at a fancy restaurant
i am so stressed because i don't look good in anything i try on
finally, i found a red dress that i accidentally ordered too big before, so now it fits
i walk out to where grayson was and asked him his opinion
he stared at his phone, made a quick glance at me, and said, "honestly, no. that doesn't look good on you. i know you're pregnant and all. but, it makes you look fatter than usual."
my heart shattered when he said that. obviously, i have gained some weight, but that's because i have a child in me
i didn't know grayson would act that way towards me
"hey gray, can we just go on a date tomorrow instead. i don't feel good," i lied to him
i just wanted to go to bed a cry because of what he had said to me
"sure, i guess," he said still staring at his phone
i walk upstairs starting to cry. i quickly changed because i felt no where near confident after grayson said that to me
i layed in my bed and cried, facing the wall
a couple minutes later, i felt the other side of the bed sink down
grayson turned me onto my side and said, "y/n. i didn't mean what i said down there. my boss has been giving me shit at work. she keeps constantly nagging me for random shit. i'm sorry. i shouldnt have taken it out on you. you're the most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on. and you're carrying our child. you're not fat baby. i promise you. i'm so very sorry."
"i forgive you gray, but you know you can talk to me whenever something is bugging you," i said
"yes, and im sorry i never mentioned it to you," he apologized again
"it's okay gray, now let's get some sleep," i said cuddling into him
