just a fan // grayson dolan

4.9

sadly, this book is almost finished:(there's only a chapter + epilogues left, BUT i have some extra chapters! they're just chapters that didn't make it into the actual story or ideas that came into my head that i never really expanded on!

just want to say, i literally know almost nothing about pregnancy and being pregnant! i tried to do some research, but i'm sure i have some false information, so just hang with me, i'm trying:)

anyway, here's the chapter! i've had most of this written for a while now and it's honestly one of my favourite chapters:)

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"I hate you for this" I mumble, trying to put my pants on over my extremely large stomach. I'm half passed 7 months pregnant now and nothing fits me anymore. I've been living in three different pairs of sweatpants and they're not cutting it anymore. I feel like a troll.

Grayson looks up at me, trying not to laugh at my frustration. What an asshole.

"I got you an outfit, bubs. It's literally right there, I told you this earlier" He chuckles, pointing at the dresser. As he said, there's an outfit folded and waiting for me. He was just gonna let me struggle? Again, what an asshole.

"You did?" I reply back, walking to the outfit. I pick up the pants and pull them up my legs, wanting to cry at how nicely they fit.

"How'd you know these would fit?" I question, pulling the shirt on too. He has a better fashion taste than me and that's not very nice. He shrugs.

"Called my mom," He says shyly. I aw, walking to him. He immediately rests one hand on my stomach, as he does anytime I'm near him. He's gonna be such a good Dad, I literally can't wait. Except, I can, because I'm not ready to give birth yet.

"You're so cute" I pout, brushing my hand across his face. He blushes, looking down at the clothing on me.

"It looks really good, you're beautiful, as always," He says smoothly. I aw again, leaning down to kiss him. Even though I've gained a little weight and I look like a whale with my huge ass stomach, he hasn't stopped complimenting me for a second. He's so sweet to me.

"Not to mention, your tits look huge" He adds, a smirk forming. Nevermind. I roll my eyes, pushing away from him. My boobs have grown a lot in the past few months and I swear he hasn't stopped talking about it. All I get from them growing is more back pain, not to mention barely any of my bras fit.

"Perv" I mumble, lowering myself to the ground to put my shoes on. He watches me try to maneuver around my stomach to put them on and starts to move to help me, but I scoot away.

"I can do it" I whine, still struggling. I can barely do anything by myself anymore. And I still have a month or so left.

"Babe, let me do it" He chuckles, pushing my hands away. I huff, crossing my arms and letting him finish putting them on. Once they're on, he takes my hands to help me back up.

"I don't know why you insist on doing everything yourself" He points out, grabbing his wallet and keys. I shrug.

"I don't like being needy" I answer. He rolls his eyes.

"It's not needy, I'm the one that knocked you up, I'd be a dick if I didn't help" He responds, looking over at me. I simply shrug.

"So, where are we goin'?" I ask casually, trying to change the conversation.

"Not a chance" He laughs. I stick my bottom lip out.

"C'mon, Gray. Give me a hint? Is it in public? Someone's house?" I question, walking to put my hands on his chest. He shakes his head, a happy glint in his eyes. He's up to something.