Married at First Sight (Daniel Seavey)

Grace's boyfriend

*time skip to lunch w/ grace and her boyfriend*

As Grace walks in the cafe with her boyfriend, hand in hand. I look up at his face and I spit out the water I was taking a sip of. I look at Daniel whose eyes got wide.

"Hi!" Grace says cheerily.

"What. The. Hell." I mutter.

"Hello." He nods.

"H-h-hi." I stutter.

"This is my boyfriend, Tom Holland." She says.

"I know who he is." I say. She laughs.

"This is Alyssa and her husband Daniel. Daniel from that new boy band." Grace says as they sit down.

"What's the band's name?" He asks looking at Daniel.

Daniels mouth is wide open. "Why Don't We."

"Why Don't We What?" He says.

"No, that's the name of the band." He says correcting him.

"I know, I'm just giving you a hard time. You boys are doing a great job." He says in his sexy accent.

"Hey, Grace. A word?" I say.

"Yeah." She stands up but Tom grabs her hand and kisses it. "Love you too." She says.

Once we are in the bathroom I start screaming.

"YOUR DATING TOM FUCKING HOLLAND?"

"Yes, and this is exactly why I didn't tell you before." She says. I give her a look. "Okay, that's not why. We didn't want the press to find out." She says.

"Well you did a fucking amazing job at that." I say.

"I'm sorry, I had to and it killed me every single fucking day. Especially the day I met him." She says with pleading eyes.

"Your lucky I love you." I say. "How long?"

"Um, long enough to be engaged." She says rubbing her hands together nervously.

"WHAT?" I scream again. "HOW LONG?" I ask again.

"Almost two years."

"You...met...fucking Tom Holland two fucking years ago?" I say rubbing my hands through my hair.

"There's more." She says.

"More? There's more? What else can you add to this??"

"Well, I'm pregnant." My eyes go wide. "And it's triplets."

My breathing hitches. "Your fucking pregnant with Tom fucking Hollands children and your engaged?" She nods. "Jesus, I thought me and Daniel was a big deal."

"I want you to be the godmother of the children too."

My jaw drops. "You want me to be the fucking godmother of Tom Holland's children?"

"Yes."

I run and give her a hug. "How far along are you?" I ask.

"About 7 or 8 weeks." She says pulling away from the hug. She pulls her big puffy jacket back and reveals her stomach.

"So this is real?" I ask.

"Yeah, very real." She Reassures me.

"We better go back to the boys." I say.

"Yeah, Daniel looked like he was gonna pass out earlier." She laughs. We exit the bathroom and see them talking.

"Whatcha talking about?" I ask sitting next to Daniel.