In love with my best friend

Red Door, Yellow Door, Any Other Color Door

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I put my hand on his face as he looked down.

Izabella: Baby?

Grayson: I'm just thinking if Parker gets away with it, what happens?

Izabella: She won't win, and even if she does I've got a back up plan.

Grayson: What is it?

Izabella: It's a backup plan for a reason. You know what they say if you have a plan B you know plan A doesn't work. And I know this will.

Grayson: I don't though, I've always been the guy that protects you. Nowadays I don't even know what's going on.

Izabella: I know, I wish I could tell you. But for now, can we just focus on us? I don't want to stress more than I have too.

Grayson: I don't want to stress you out at all.

Izabella: Then can we cuddle?

Grayson: Yeah.

I put my stuff on the floor and wrapped my arms around his body. I nuzzled into his chest and listened to his heartbeat as he brushed his fingers through my hair.

Grayson: And I'm the baby?

Izabella: Yeah my baby and I'm yours.

Grayson: You got that right!

Izabella: Would you stay the night?

Grayson: I want to but I can't.

Izabella: Why?

Grayson: Ma's making something special for dinner it's dad's anniversary.

Izabella: Why didn't you tell me?

Grayson: Didn't seem important at the time.

Izabella: Or something else...

Grayson: Like what?

Izabella: Gray, you haven't talked about your dad since he died.

Grayson: I haven't needed too.

Izabella: You'll always need to talk about your dad.

Grayson: I know that, I miss him everyday, but bringing it up doesn't make it easier.

Izabella: If you say so, I won't push you to tell me.

Grayson: Why is it that you always know something I don't?

Izabella: Because I've been keeping things away from you my whole life. I've learned the signs.

Grayson: Then please tell me what it is?

Izabella: Come here.

We switched so his head was in my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair.

Izabella: You remember the game we used to play?

Grayson: The one about the doors?

I nodded my head

Grayson: Yeah, what does that have to do with this?

Izabella: Do you trust me?

Grayson: I always have.

Izabella: Close your eyes.

I kept running my fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes taking a deep breath.