Chapter 15

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Kauai 9.50 a.m.
Ethan POV -

We all lean in to see the pregnancy test. You can feel the tension in the room. I'm nervous. Nervous for their relationship. Grayson leans over a bit. He hovers over the test and I see this massive grin appear on his face. He checks
y/n's face. We all look over to see how y/n reacts. A slight smile appears on her face. She looks up at Grayson and says: "Not pregnant."

"Are you okay? Gray asks. "It's okay to be disappointed, I know you wanted a baby." He continues.  "I'm okay." She whispers. "I still want a baby, but with the right person." She adds. The energy in the room changes. Y/n buries her face in Grayson's chest as he hugs her tight. We all huddle around them. "Congrats guys!" Kian says. "On not having a baby."

Kauai 9.50 a.m.
Grayson POV -

I hold y/n tight against my chest. I feel Ethan hugging me. "Seems like everything is gonna be okay in the end." He says. I can't help but smile the biggest smile. I will give this woman 20 children if she wants to. But they will be ours. "Can I come to your wedding, guys?" JC shouts. Everyone laughs. "Sure." I say. "But first.." I let go of y/n. I want to look into her eyes but can't for too long before I get overwhelmed with butterflies. "First I want to take you on a date.." I say as I look from her eyes to the floor and back to her eyes. "Will you go on a date with me, y/n?" She's blushing while everyone starts cheering. "I'd love to." She answers. "But before we go on a date I need to give this to Mike." She says as she holds up the pregnancy test.

Kauai 12 p.m.
Y/n POV -

Even though I'd love to have a baby, I'm glad I won't be stuck to Mike for the rest of my life. As I'm walking towards the Airbnb next door I hear the boys riling up behind me. Ofcourse they wouldn't let me confront Mike on my own. So now I'm accompanied by a small army of really hot men. It makes me giggle. I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. My jaw drops as my former best friend Whitney, also know as  "I-can't-find-my-own-man-so-I'll-steal-yours-Whitney" opens the door. "Y/n, what are you doing here" she asks. For a second I'm really confused. "What am I doing here?" I say as I swing my arms around in the air. "This is my honeymoon. What are you doing here?" I ask feeling a bit insulted.

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