need you | g.d.

23 - imagine

kiara

grayson tugs at my hand but i stay frozen. my eyes gloss over and then then they cloud. i can't focus on anything but the blurry blonde-headed figure in front of me.

through the cloudiness i see him come closer.

"hey beautiful," he whispers once he is close to me. so close i can feel the heat radiating off of him.

grayson steps in front of me, giving me a look in the process. jacob's eyes dart down to my child in grayson's arms and i squirm to try and move.

"wow, kiara, not even a 'hi'? or 'how are you?'" he asks, chuckling as if he is finding this all extremely satisfying.

i swear the music stops, but people still dance and i don't understand anything.

"kay," grayson's voice breaks through the surface. "baby, come on, we need to leave."

"no," i say blandly also without thinking about it.

"kiara, let's go, now," grayson says and this time his voice stern, unfazed. like what i just said didn't confuse him but only make him more angry.

and without hesitation or any thought at all i stride towards jacobs, my ears hot and my face burning. i don't know what's came over me but i feel like i need this.

i raise my hand and with as much force as i can i slap him against the cheek. the sound echoes and overpowers the music. the slow song that was supposed to be playing stops and everyone's heads turn in the direction of the sound.

the stinging on my hand distracts me and i cower back from him when i realize he is about to recoil, only grayson stops him before he does.

"touch her and you'll be dead, hear me?" he says and he turns around to me, disappointment and something else splattered across his face.

he hands a whimpering bailey to me who curls into my side when i bring her close.

and with that grayson drags me out of the lousy excuse of a reception and towards his bmw that is parked by the outer edge of the parking lot. i hand bailey to grayson and he straps her in the back, plopping in the drivers seat right after.

"you're not going to run from this, from us," grayson says and i can tell he is trying hard not to let his voice break.

i lean over the console and grab his free hand, unable to form words. i squeeze it and then bring it to my lips, kissing it and mumbling the only words i could think of, "i love you."

"i know and you know i love you, let's just get home and we can talk about this," he says calmly as he turns down another street. i don't know where we are.

home. it's such a funny word. home with my parents? home with grayson? home with my own child?

my privacy has been invaded so much i don't know where home is.

"grayson we need to move," i speak up. "we shouldn't be here and i know you know that."

"i agree but it's a little abrupt. don't you think?" he asks and finally i recognize our surroundings.

"no, i don't want to have to wake up everyday scared. i certainly don't want my daughter growing up here, i'm sorry," i sigh, my hand rubbing my forehead.

grayson's thumb traces circles on the side of my hand and it somewhat soothes me. and then we're back to my house. our house?

* * *

the clock on my laptop reads midnight and my eyelids droop. grayson is asleep next to me and bailey is in her crib that we moved into our room. i glance in her direction and notice her eyes are closed, peaceful.

i shift in bed and adjust myself so i'm on my stomach.

"why are you still awake?" grayson asks in a whisper.

i turn my head so that i'm facing him. his eyes are closed but his mouth hangs open slightly.

"can't sleep," i shrug, my eyes on my screen as i scroll through viable housing options.

  "bullshit," he remarks and i snort. "come here."

  i roll my eyes and sigh, closing my laptop and reaching over i place it on my nightstand and then i turn back to grayson.

  his hands seem to find my body under the blankets and he pulls me as close to him as he possibly can.

  his head nuzzles into my neck and he plants a kiss on my collarbone. without much persuasion, i grab his jaw and tilt his mouth to fit mine.
 
  he grabs my waist and we're shifting so i'm sat on top of his lap. i thread my fingers through his hair and pull him closer.

  i don't ever want to think of something that could ruin this moment right here.

  he swings his legs over the side of the bed and i already know where this is going. the spare bedroom is right across the hall but i hesitate.

  "bailey," i gasp, my lips rubbing against his ask i talk.

  he backs away from me. smooths some of my hair away from my face. "baby, she's right across the hall. and we have the monitor we can set up. now, stop ruining the moment."

  and with that he stands up, shuts our bedroom door and carries me to the guest bedroom.

  laying me down on the bed, we take our time; slow and steady. grayson's hands roam underneath my shirt and i tug on his.

  and just like that we are skin on skin. one person instead of two and i couldn't ever imagine it being different.

 

a/n: ahhhh wow two chapters in almost 24 hours??? that's like some kind of record...recently i've had a lot of motivation to write, especially this book and i'm so sorry about the wait but thank you for all the support and i love you all
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