Just Our Secret - Gruvia

A happiness no one ever dreams of

AN: A couple chapters ago I changed a detail (involving who Gray's parents are married to) it makes more sense this way :)

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Gray's POV:

Why did I say that? I didn't mean it! It just came out. Truth is, I'm still taking it in. I have no idea what I want. But I know I don't want to hurt Juvia. She means too much to me. My biggest concern wasn't whether raising a baby would be good for the two of us. It was my mum's reaction, and Erza's. I'd promised my mum I'd marry Erza for the sake of the business and getting her mother out of dept, and I go and knock up Juvia. I assumed I'd stay screwing around. Never settle down and just fuck about for the rest of my life. Besides, Erza's more into girls, and her family is extremely homophobic. From where she's from being even a little gay is extremely frowned upon. Marrying me was the perfect cover up, I was totally fine with it. My dad, however, was not. He hated it. He wanted me to find a woman I love, buy a house not too far away from his, grandkids, and I'm his only child. So, he may be getting a grandkid just not the others.

I love Juvia, and my intention is anything but to hurt her. She's one of my best friends, we just made a mistake. Five times. Romantically, I'm a little confused. Overall, I don't care about that as much anymore. I care about this massive change to my life. First of all, I needed to do what Juvia did. Get advice from someone with experience. Who is not my selfish, demanding mother who put her career before family. No wonder my parents didn't last.

I didn't have any classes on Monday, so a good plan was to go to my dad's that Sunday morning and stay overnight.

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A three hour journey later, I'm back in my home town. It's unlike me to visit my dad when the term is still on. Yet this was sort of urgent. I took the train instead of drove, I figured I would've got sidetracked with the memory of Juvia being pregnant with my baby and accidentally crashed into the side of the road. I didn't bother calling my dad. Just turning up on his door step would hopefully brighten his day.

His warm, welcoming smile lights up his face as he opens the door to the opposite, gloomy son of his. We may lookalike, but the personalities couldn't clash more. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise. My son wants to see me for once. Or did you come to raid my wine cellar?"

My eyes roll at his joyfully narky comment. He opens the door further for me, I drop my bag and spot Lucy's mum over on the couch catching up on what I assumed was a sitcom aimed at mothers above the age of forty five. "Hi, Gray. Nice to see you." Her chipper voice greeted me.

"Hey, Layla." I dimly replied.

My dad throws his arm around my shoulder, guiding me towards the kitchen. By that gesture he was aware something was up.

I stop at the counter, while he goes around the other side. On edge, I blankly stared at my fingers tapping on the marble. I knew what I wanted to say, I just didn't know how to form the sentence. Maybe straight up telling him I knocked up a chick he'd met once or twice, that'll go great.

Another thing blocking my throat, the woman not sitting too far away. Layla's famous for eavesdropping on conversations, Lucy does the same, so I won't be surprised if they knew the truth about Erza.

"Well, you're clearly not here just to see your old man, what's on your mind?"

It was depressing that that was the truth. As much as I love my dad, I didn't show it that much.

I stutter, Layla's most likely peeping her head over the couch to try and catch the "big news" clearer.

"I-I'd feel more comfortable if Layla wasn't so close."