(y/n pov)
"Grayson-"
"I'll drop you off at home, get in the car."
"Grayson, what the fuck?" Grayson sighed, dropping a few bills onto the table and getting up. You grabbed your purse and hurried after him. "Grayson-"
"Y/N, I don't feel like talking about this-"
"Well, we're going to talk about it, Grayson!" He turned, halfway to his car. "Grayson you can't just leave!"
"Tell me it's not mine," He whispered. "Just fucking say it."
"You think I cheated on you?" He looked away. "Fuck, Gray, you really think I'd cheat on you?"
"I'm hoping you did, yeah."
"It's yours, Gray!" You yelled. "What the fuck, Gray?"
"No, we-" He rubbed his forehead. "Y/N, we're not having a kid." You let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Grayson Dolan doesn't want to have a kid?" He sighed, shutting his eyes. "You're always talking about having a kid, Grayson!"
"Okay, that's just me- talking," He sighed. "I'm twenty, y/n, what about- the channel, wakeheart, ever-"
"You can have a child and do all of those things, Gray," You said. "You're not the one who's gonna have to drop out of college to raise it-"
"Look, I'll pay for whatever treatment, you need, whatever process-"
"What?" Your heart broke. "Grayson, I'm keeping it." He stared at you.
"I'm-"
"Either you're a part of your child's life or not, Grayson, you get to make that choice- not the choice of keeping it." He stared at you.
"Y/N-"
"Grayson, I gave you so much and I get this in return?" You shook your head as he opened the doors of his car. "Are you leaving or staying Grayson?"
"Y/N we can't have a baby-"
"I'll take the bus, thank you."
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Grayson sighed, picking up a container of protein powder. He put it back when he saw the expiration date had already passed. Shaking his head, he walked along the aisle. He called E. "Yo."
"What?"
"The kind we get's like about to expire, we won't' finish it."
"Get another, then?" Gray sighed and ended the call. He picked up a few other ones and chose one, not caring all that much.
It'd been a while since he'd seen y/n. He didn't know exactly how long, because since she'd left, he didn't know anything. Well, since he'd let her go.
He thought about it and it hit him. "She's probably had the baby," He said. The lady next to him gave him a weird look and he apologized, walking away. He probably sounded like an idiot, talking to himself.
He walked away from the area he was in and wandered around. He wondered how she was. Was it a boy or a girl? What had she named them? Did she find someone else?
He wondered if she kept up with their videos and figured she'd probably hadn't- she, like, hated his guts. He'd gone to her mom's house a few times during the past few months, only to be told she'd moved out and didn't want to see him.
So he'd walked away for good, trying to forget her- but she had his baby. How was he just supposed to forget that?
He looked around and a small smile found his face. He picked up the little shirt and smiled even wider. It was about the size of his hand, the whole thing. He looked around before walking down the aisle, looking at the tiny little shirts and dresses, picking a few up.
