Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Precious Baby

Normal POV:

You were in the drawing room, on the couch, when you suddenly got a text from Ethan.

Etee-Wee-Tee: You won't believe what I just found.

You: What is it??

Etee-Wee-Tee: *sent a pic*

You: OMG. Is that him??!?

Etee-Wee-Tee: Yesss LOL 😂

You: This is adorableee 😻

You stare at the picture of the sweet, adorable sleeping baby on your phone. He has always been so cute!

Your eyes locked on the screen, you don't notice your boyfriend walk into the room. Grayson plops down next to you, making you shift your attention to him.

"Hey, babe," Grayson says, smiling. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing," you say, hiding the screen from his view. Grayson leans closer to you, trying to get a peek.

"Show meee," he whines. So adorable. He sticks his bottom lip out in a pout, making your heart melt. You can never get yourself to say no everytime he does that.

"Gray, don't do that to me," you say, running your thumb over his bottom lip.

"Well then show me what you're looking at," Grayson begs. "Pleaaase."

You simply giggle, refusing him. "Awh, c'mon, baby," he says, pushing himself up closer to you on the couch. He reaches for your phone, and you try to hold it out of his reach, all the while giggling.

Grayson grins, succeeding in grabbing hold of your phone. Just as he unlocks it, his eyes go wide. A pink tinge creeps up on his cheeks, as he looks at the picture of him on your phone.

"Wha–Who sent you this?" he asks, seeming flustered.

You can't help but laugh, slightly at his reaction. "Ethan did," you say, observing him.

Grayson clenches his jaw, muttering something under his breath, which sounded along the lines of, "I'm gonna kill him."

You quickly retrieve your phone from him, saying, "I think you look absolutely adorable."

At this, his face burns crimson and you grin. "No, I don't," he says, in a soft voice.

You look at him, giving him your full attention. "Yes, you do, Gray," you say, cupping his cheeks in your hands. "You always look amazing to me. No matter what."

He smiles, his eyes filled with love. "I love you, (Y/N)," Grayson says.

"I love you too, Gray," you say, placing your lips againt his. He gladly kisses back, your lips moving together, perfectly.

Grayson tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You continue to hold his face, as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

You break away and rest your forehead against his, a smile split on both of your faces from ear to ear.

You whisper, "I love you, my sweet baby boy."