The Accident | Grester

Chapter Nine

Chester's POV

As we're driving back from the store, Grace's hand in mine, the crib and all the little bits in the trunk, it really hits me. We're going to be parents. I've loved Grace forever, and I never thought we'd get to have a chance at a relationship. I'm glad this accident turned into something good.

We're stuck in traffic on the 10, and I hear Grace say a small ugh at the long line of cars ahead of us. I lean over and kiss her gently on the cheek, and she smiles.

"We'll be home soon, babe. I promise." I remind her.

"Thanks Ches." She answers.

*a few hours later*

"Chester, don't you dare paint my arm!" Grace shouts, running away from me giddily.

We've been attempting to paint the nursery for an hour, but we're really just getting messy. We don't know the gender yet, but we decided on yellow because it's gender neutral.

I chase Grace across the small length of the room and wipe my paint brush down her arm. She wipes a streak across my forehead, and I grab her gently around the waist before she can get away.

"I've got you now." I whisper in her ear.

Grace giggles, and I let her pull away.

"Maybe we should actually get some work done." She admits, looking around at the mess we've created.

We spend the next hour or so painting and decorating the small room. The white wood crib and changing table look nice against the bright yellow paint.

"I think we did a good job." Grace admits

"We did." I agree, slipping my arm around the small of her back.

Grace looks to me, and I kiss her slowly. She kisses me back passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"No PDA youngens!" I hear a familiar voice call.

"Mamrie, come on!" Grace says, laughing at Mamrie's serious expression.

"How did you get in, the door was locked?" I ask.

"You think I need a key?" Mamrie answers, looking offended.

"Of course you don't." I reply, laughing with her and Grace.