𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 ✮ 𝐠.𝐝.

𝟎𝟒

✧ grayson dolan ✧

9:45pm, reading the time on my phone screen — again – chucking it down on the dinner table.

"Where the hell could this woman be?" I ask myself.

Grayson, come on now relax. She could be shopping for some things or maybe stuck in traffic.

"Hey Dada!" Ivy yells at me, coming out of nowhere and gives me a mini 'heart attack.'

"Jesus-- Ivy don't do that." Jumping in my spot from the sound from my sick daughter's voice. Coming towards me to sit at the dining table – sitting across the table from me.

"Jeez sorry." Ivy let's out a groggy chuckle, her throat still a bit sore.

"Nah it's okay baby girl – I'm just getting concerned about where your mom is." I force a grin to her, but on the inside I was getting worried.

"Dada, Mommy's fine, she's coming home. And hopefully she's brought actual good food." Ivy speaks, teasing me about my cooking. Bro why the fuck does everybody insult my way of cooking? At least I'm making food for their spoiled asses.

"You little–"

Then, I hear a car driving towards our house, seeing the lights from the car coming through the house.

Ah finally. Alva's bac--

"Dada mommy's back!" Ivy cuts me out of my thought. I grin at her excitement about her mother.

Their bond so special - god, these two girls are literally my life - I love it. Also including my sis Cameron and my mom.

I hear the front door shut, Alva and Ivy greeting each other and  footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Standing up from my seat, I see my beautiful wife with a dazzling smile on her face looking at our precious baby girl.

Then she looks at me, love and happiness in her sparkling maple eyes.

"Hey Gray," she greets happyly in the tone in her voice, as she putting a plastic bag on the counter, the smell of warm chips and seasoned fish wrapped in paper. Instantly the mouth-watering food hitting my face.

"Hey Ally-- mm, you got fish and chips?"

I ask stating the obvious.

"Yes I did baby."

She says, coming towards me wrapping her arms around my body while I wrap my arms around her. Our lips come in contact for a quick peck.

"Eww, do that some where else ya nasties." We hear the obvious loud mouth, stuffing her face with chips.

We both laugh at our daughter's comment.

"And you should get a room to eat those chips..." Ally sassily spoke back, earning to make me smile wider.

Ivy took some more chips, putting it in a bowl and ushers to the lounge room, sits on the couch and continues to watch Peppa Pig.