Just Our Secret - Gruvia

A cliche confession

Watching Gray sleep so peacefully was killing me. My hand gently slipped through his raven hair, envious of how calm he was. I, unfortunately woke up several times in the night. I was so comfortable being held in his arms, however my subconscious wanted to remind me how much of a bitch I was being. Letting him show his affection, whether it was lust or love didn't bother me and I went through with it. Knowing that what I was about to tell him will change everything in his life. He'll be a father, whether he's involved or not. He'll always be a father, he'll have a child and he'll be angry with me.

To let off some steam, I slip out of the covers and decided to make coffee for the two of us. Decaf for me. Without waking him, I lightly kiss his head before grabbing my underwear from the floor and heading over to his drawer to find a t-shirt.

Closing the bedroom door must've awoken him. I'm not as quiet as I think. As I set a couple of mugs down on the counter more guilt tackles me down as his smile is sincere. His arm slips around my waist and I have to, again, place my hand on his mouth before he makes the mistake of kissing me again. His eyebrows furrow into his nose, frustrated that I blocked his kiss.

"Gray," I couldn't even look at him, "I need to talk to you." My voice mellowed.

"Do you regret last night?" He asked when my hand slipped down to his chest.

I nod, folding my lips in and I felt I was about to let tears fall from my ocean eyes, "I'm sorry, I do. I really loved last night so much, it meant a lot to me, but It's not what I came over for."

He broke his glare, dropping his arm to his side and that was it. I'd shattered his trust in me. The heartbreak in his eyes was unbearable to witness. "Then what?"

I take his hand into mine, and pull him over to the couch, seeming as he'll definitely need to sit down for this ridiculous bombshell. I pull him down on the couch with me, breaking the minimal contact between us and dropping his hand. I had a block in my throat, not allowing me to say what I needed to say. It took me a moment to gather myself, and I gathered up the courage, and I could finally stop thinking about it,

"Gray, I'm pregnant."

I think I felt my whole body shut down after I spat it out. My breathing accelerated as Gray just blankly stared at me. It was basically like his ears chose to block those words out. I raise an eyebrow at him, at that moment it was time for reassurance. I place my hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing for comfort, "Y-You're... p-pregnant?" The nerves clear in his stutter.

I nod, my lips folding in as I was most likely the most nervous, "Look, Gray, I know this is definitely what you didn't expect. I was going to tell you last night and then you started kissing me... and I just melted and I didn't want to stop it because I was enjoying it so much-"

He grabs me by the wrist and shakes my hand off him, startling me as he stands up. "So, you came here, telling yourself you were gonna tell me this last night, and then you have sex with me, knowing that you're pregnant, yet still decided to wait on it." I wasn't sure whether he was actually pissed over the pregnancy more than the fact I decided to sleep with him last night.

"Yes, I know it was a horribly bitchy thing to do, but Gray can we please just focus on the fact I'm pregnant with your baby?" Saying that sentence out loud just freaked me out even more.

He rustles his hand through his hair, eyes slightly narrowing, "Fine, whatever." He really wasn't helping the situation with his attitude.

"Okay," I take a deep breath, standing up and almost grabbing his hand until I recall he probably doesn't want my touch, "If you don't feel comfortable being involved, since I've just randomly sprung this upon you, I'll totally understand. If you do, it'll really mean a lot to me."