AN// this was an idea that @composedolan gave me so thank you to her!! love you xx
(y/n pov)
"Yeah." You sighed, staring at the ceiling. Gray was doing the same. "Where do I go?"
"You don't- you don't have to go anywhere," he said, turning to look at you. You inched farther away for him. "I'll go to E's."
"Alright." The thought of staying alone in the house scared you a little. "That works."
"And we can figure things out slowly." You nodded.
"Yeah." You turned tears in your eyes. You pulled your legs up, the covers over your shoulders.
"Night, then?"
"When are you leaving?" You heard him sigh.
"I'll pack in the morning." You nodded, wiping at your eyes. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"We'll figure it out- if not we can, like, get a divo-"
"Goodnight, Grayson." And you turned your light off. You heard him sigh again and turn off his own.
When you woke the next morning, everything was wrong. You felt it. You sat up to see Gray standing at the foot of the bed, folding t-shirts into a pile before putting them in a bag. You stared at it as he looked up.
"Good morning," he said. You nodded, getting out of bed. Your head spun for a moment and you steadied yourself before walking to the bathroom.
But walking in, you ran straight for the toilet, falling to your knees as you threw up. Gray turned and sighed, rubbing his forehead as he walked over. He kneeled next to you, pulling your hair back. He reached onto the counter, feeling around for a hair tie. You threw up as he tied up your hair.
"Shit," you sighed, wiping at your mouth. He rubbed your back as you threw some more.
"You okay?" he asked. You nodded as he stood. You stood up and he helped you up with a hand. You held your hand as you walked to the sink to brush your teeth. "Sure you're okay?" he asked as you gripped the edge of the sink, toothbrush in your mouth as you tried to stand still.
He walked up behind you and you leaned into his chest, letting him balance you while you brushed your teeth. "Thank you," You mumbled. He nodded as you finished up at the sink, holing you up. He stepped away as you turned to lean on the counter.
"You don't look so good," he sighed, hand reaching up to press it to your forehead. "You feel fine."
"I was okay yesterday, I think." He tilted his head. "I threw up yesterday too."
"In the morning?" You nodded. "Right, I wasn't home-"
"I'll go to the doctor's or something, later this week." He frowned.
"Later this week?" he repeated. You shrugged, walking to your towel. "We should go today, to like a walk in cli-"
"Aren't you leaving soon?" He frowned.
"I'm not leaving you alone when you're sick- I'm staying, y/n," he said. "What kind of person do you thin-" he stopped talking.
"What?" you sighed. "What now?"
"Do you think-" he stopped again. You rubbed your forehead.
"I have a headache, Grayson, I'm gonna go back to bed." He grabbed your arm.
"Do you think you're pregnant?" You rolled your eyes. He crouched down digging through the cupboards. "You- you could be-"
"I'd know, I think, Gray, plus my period's been fi-"
