Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter VIII - Husband Instincts?

Chapter 8

"Well?" My foot was tapping impatiently as I eyed the two of them.  The guy was obviously scared of me. He quickly withdrew his hands away from Jamie then backed away.  Jamie on the other hand, was glaring at me while giving apologetic smiles at loser face. 

Loser face. I like that. 

"Did I heard that correctly?" He asked then turned to Jamie. "He called you his wife?" 

"Oh-uhmmm... yeah." Jamie fumbled her fingers then looked at me nervously then back at Loser face. "Wesley, Let me explain that." 

Oh. The loser has a name. What a surprise. "It's obvious." I snapped. "That's what the wedding ring stands for." With that I grabbed Jamie's wrist then pulled her close to me. She was about to protest but then stopped when she saw my expression.

"I think we'll be leaving early. Have a nice evening." I said, in a monotone voice. He nodded in response, giving Jamie a small smile.

Wasting no time, I dragged Jamie away leaving Loser face at the festival. 

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Jamie's P.O.V 

"What is wrong with you?!" I shouted.

Greyson looked at me innocently then shrugged. "What are you talking about?" 

"What happened to the... 'Pretend you don't know me, wife'." I mimicked then slumped on the bed. Peaches was at my foot, barking happily at the sight of me and Greyson. If only she knows what was going on.

"I don't know. I got a bad feeling about that Walter guy." He said, touching his imaginary beard. "Besides, you could've just waved him away considering you're a married woman." 

"It's Wesley." I corrected, lifting Peaches in the process. "And he gave me the company I needed for the night. You didn't see me doing the same thing to Melon Girl." 

"But what if--Wait..... Melon girl?" 

"You heard me." I said, scratching Peaches's head. She  yawned then snuggle on my arms. 

"Why would you name the girl I was talking ealier, Melon girl?" He asked, confused. 

"I'll have you know, her butt is as big as a  a melon." I shrugged. 

"That's an odd nickname." He smirked. "Bravo." 

"That's not the point, Goofball." I snapped. "If I knew this would happpen, I shouldn't have left Peaches alone with Butch." 

"You should thank me for intruding." He argued. "Maybe that guy was a psycho, hypnotizing girls like you and take advantage of them when they got the chance." 

"Wesley isn't like that. He's charming and..... sweet. He made this night enjoyable, for your information. Too bad I didn't get his number." I pouted. 

"We're just on our second day at honeymoon and you're cheating on me." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Says the guy who flirts with Melon girls." I shot back.

"It wouldn't happen if you agreed to dance with me in the first place." He argued. 

"Wait. Don't tell me you're jealous." I teased. 

"WoahWoahWoah.... Woah." He waved his hands away from me then ruffled his hair. "I.am.not.jealous. There's no way I'm jealous with Walkins." 

"I told you it's Wesley." I corrected, again. "Then tell me, husband." I said, emphasizing the husband. "What was that act  earlier at the bonfire? Hmmm?" 

"That was..... uh..." He gulped hard then began to scratch the back of his neck. "That must be my husband instincts." 

"The what instincts?"

"Husband instincts." He nodded. "That must be it." He cheerfully laughed then let out a sigh of relief.  "For a second there I thought I must be crazy." 

I gave him a confused look. Well it's a good thing rather than him liking me which will end with another world war. Three to be exact.

"Dad told me that when you're married, you started having these feeling of possesiveness and anger all of the sudden. Then... then these mood swings." 

"Oh my goodness." I hurried over to Greyson's side and held both of his hands. He gave me a confused look then blinked two times. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? I would've understand."

He gave me a look of disbelief then dropped my hands. "I'm not pregnant. I'm not even a girl in the first place." 

I giggled hysterically then raised my hands up. "Fine. Then it is your---air quote--- husband instincts that made you go loco." 

"Man. I feel so old." He mumbled then ran a hand through his hair. "Do I look old to you?" 

"Pretty much. Yeah." I nodded. "Don't you think so, Peaches?" 

Peaches barked happily, as if saying yes. Greyson rolled his eyes then shot me a playful smirk. Oh my gosh. You should've seen how cute Peaches is. Thank you, father-in-law.

"Why does Peaches always gets free hugs and snuggles?" He pretended to yawn then stretched his arms wide to me. 

"You want hugs? I'll give you hugs." I giggled then walked towards him.

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Greyson's P.O.V

"This isn't what I had in mind." I groaned. Peaches was practically sitting on my chest, licking my face. Remind me to take a quick shower before going to bed. 

Jamie, on the other hand, was laughing hard as she snapped pictures of Peaches and I. "Oh my... How cute my Baby is!!" She squealed.

"You know. I was imagining that you gave birth to a dog." I smirked. 

"Then you must be part  dog, then. Considering you're the father." She wiggled her eyebrows then snapped another picture. "Awww... How adorable." 

"I do get that a lot." I said, licking my lips.

She scoffed."I meant Peaches." 

"Well, I am the father." 

Jamie rolled her eyes then sat beside me. "Just shut up, Chance." 

"No can do, Mrs. Chance." I smirked, scratching the dog's chin. "See Peaches? Mommy's getting a  wee bit cranky cause she didn't get Wilkin's number." 

Peaches whimpered then rested her head on my chest. "You must hate Mommy now, huh Peaches. Cause he's cheating with Daddy." I said in a baby voice, grabbing Peaches then raised her up.

"At least I'm not interested with Melons." Jamie shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. "And Peaches doesn't hate me. "

"Oh she does." I smirked. Jamie rolled her eyes then tried to grab Peaches but she backed away snuggling in my side.  "Told you." 

Jamie squinted her eyebrows then crouches down on the level of my chest. "I'm really sorry, Peaches." She sighed. "You know, Daddy's a jerk." 

"I am not a jerk." I argued.

"Yes, you are." 

"I'm not." 

"You are." 

"I'm not." 

"You are." 

"I'm not."

The arguement still went on and on and on through the night. While Peaches? She just yawned then went to the farthest corner of the bed. She circled two times before curling over to get some goodnight rest