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afternoon delight

You need a nap but Grayson has too much energy to sleep

Idk this is so bad and I know we’re all thirsting over e rn after that pic but sorry not sorry I’m a gray girl and couldn’t get this out of my head lol

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Warning: quickly and badly written smut

Inspired by this post https://plantbasedgray.tumblr.com/post/622209217672200192

There are a great many things Grayson Dolan is good at: cooking up delicious vegan delights; setting new PR’s for push-ups and such; building things nobody asked for; fucking you. It doesn’t hurt that he looks amazing doing all of those things with his pretty face and thick arms and eye-catching tattoos. Always done with a positive attitude, too.

He’s a beautiful man of many wonderful talents, and you love him so much for all of the things he does. But if there’s one thing that Grayson does not do well, it’s being still and quiet on warm sunny days when there’s a world outside waiting for him to grace his presence with.

But that’s exactly what you want him to do right now. You had had an amazing first half of the day together, starting off with a quick early morning run, followed by a relaxing time at the beach, and ended with a scrumptious lunch at Monty’s. With the (vegan) burger and (vegan) milkshake you had shared thoroughly devoured after your active morning, you had come home to communally shower off the sweat and ocean and sunscreen. It left you feeling some type of way, nostalgic and happy on the inside, that only comes from doing simple things with the person you love most.

All those carbs sitting in your belly and losing over an hour of sleep because you had agreed to wake up extra early to go for your run at sunrise is what you’re finding to be the perfect concoction for an afternoon nap. You’re feeling a little (a lot) clingy and still want to be near to him, so after changing into a pair of soft pink booty shorts and one of his old t-shirts, you had dragged him into bed with you for some cozy cuddles.

This is essentially just another day for him, though, and rather than feeling tired-out from the busy activities of your day, he’s as energized as ever. After convincing him to lie down with you for a while, he’d readily assumed being the big spoon, knee tucked between yours and a thick arm banded around your waist securely.

But he’s starting to get restless now. He shifts behind you, his mind and his limbs wired as if he had just downed a whole scoop of pre-workout, ready to get up and go.

“Baby,” he mumbles in your ear, his breath warm as he lingers there with a little kiss.

He’s done pretty well up until now with letting you relax in the soft white sheets and blankets, pressed against his warm body just how you both like; it’s not that Grayson doesn’t enjoy a good snuggle session — in fact, it’s one of the other pastimes he’s very accomplished at — but it’s still so bright outside. He has so much to do.

Your eyes are shut and you let out a little huff of annoyance, pulling his arm tighter around you after he loosens it to start the process of distancing himself from the bed. You should have known he’d only indulge you for so long before he’d start to get antsy.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” you pout, wiggling back against him so your ass is pressing snugly against pelvis. It’s a cheap move, but you’re not above dirty tactics so long as he’s feeding your neediness. “You said you’d cuddle me.”

“And I did,” he says with a quiet grunt, fighting your grip on his forearm so he can push you just far enough away from his dick. He’s on to you, as it’s not the first time he’s trapped you in bed with that trick. He tries to appease you by slipping his hand under your shirt to keep some physical skin-to-skin contact, and starts stroking up your side with slow caresses. “I’ve got a ton of stuff going on in the shed that I want to finish today, though.”

If your eyes were open, you would have rolled them exasperatedly. You love that he has so many hobbies, but there isn't a day he doesn’t prioritize that damn tiny house at some point in his waking hours; you just want to spend some quiet, peaceful time with him, without any distractions. “I’m sure whatever you’re working on can wait half an hour or so.”

“Half an hour?” he questions, and you can hear the bargain in his tone.

“Half an hour,” you assure, and you smile triumphantly when you both hear and feel him sigh in defeat, the air he releases tickling the little hairs on the back of your neck.

Grayson’s hand, warm and calloused from all the hard work he does, continues to travel over your velvety skin, up and down from your ribs to your ass. His roughness against your softness feels heavenly, and the steady rhythm of it lulls you back into the state of semi-consciousness you had been in before he disturbed you. The afternoon sunshine filters hazily through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room comfortingly. He’s big and toasty in his sweats behind you, and the sensation of his body cocooning you like this is one of your favorite things in the world.

There are plenty of things he can expend his ample amount of energy on in this bed, though, he thinks to himself slyly. His hand settles in the dip of your waist and squeezes firmly for a moment. You register in your tired brain how good the pressure of his fingers feels before they continue back down to your ass. The heat of his hand radiates through your shorts when he lingers there, and he bites his lip as he grips the firm yet supple flesh through the fabric before his hand rears back and he gives one cheek a sharp, playful spank.

Your eyes shoot open and you yelp out in shock. “What the hell, Gray!” you whine, twisting around to look at him indignantly, now very much awake. You aren’t willing to admit to him that the lingering tingles on your skin feel more than good, especially when he has that knowing, smug little smile on his pretty pink lips.

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding the least bit so. “What can I say, I love your ass.”

You look up at him with big eyes, irritation dissipating when you're met with the heat behind his own sweet gaze. Grayson reaches up and traps your face in his hand, chin tucked in his palm with his fingers brushing one cheek and his thumb pressing into the other. His smile softens and turns crooked, and he dips his head to press his mouth to yours gently with his eyes still fixed on yours.

“Kinda want to eat it,” he murmurs against your lips, puckering his against them once more.

You moan quietly, biting your lip when he pulls back just enough to gauge your reaction. You snake your hand up and tug on the string of his hoodie.

“Kinda want you to eat it,” you whisper, and your fist clenches in the fabric to bring him down to you once again. You meet his lips just as softly as before. “And my pussy. And then to fuck me.”

He groans and kisses you for real this time, sucking and nibbling on your lips as you help him work his sweatshirt up his torso, until he’s sitting up to pull it over his head.

“Roll over, baby,” he instructs, reaching over the side of the bed to grab one of the firm, decorative pillows off the floor and waiting for you to settle in on your tummy so he can position it beneath you.

Grayson sits back and grins to himself, enjoying the view of how he’s got your hips raised perfectly for him. He pushes your loose shirt up a bit before hooking his fingers in the stretchy waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your plain cotton thong slowly and planting open-mouthed kisses on every new bit of skin he exposes. His hot, wet mouth sends goosebumps flaring across your flesh and moisture pools in your pussy.

When he’s got your shorts and panties down to your ankles, you kick them off and curl your arms around the pillow under you head, waiting not-so-patiently for him to dive in. But he just leaves you open and bare, and the fact that you can’t see him makes your pussy throb in anxious anticipation. You moan and shift on your knees so your legs are open a little wider, the pressure building in your core steadily becoming too much. You try to grind down for some kind of relief, either from the pillow under your hips or the mattress, but both are just out of reach and you while helplessly when you feel both of his big hands come to grip your ass roughly.

He smacks his palm against you once again in reprimand, his voice gruff and aroused when he speaks. “Stop that. I want you to wait and get wet just thinking about my mouth on you; I want you soaking when I eat you out.”

Holy shit. He’s definitely getting what he wants as your pussy drools arousal, and you thankfully don’t have to hold out much longer. How did he get you here when five minutes ago you were halfway to dream town?

“Please, Gray,” you whimper desperately when the bed shifts as he settles in behind you.

Grayson bites his lip as a low rumble escapes from his chest, and he spreads your cheeks apart so your slick pussy and pretty little asshole are exposed for him. “Fuck,” he whispers harshly, leaning down to breathe you in, his teeth nipping quickly into each cheek before making a broad, firm stripe from your clit all the way up to your back hole.

You let out a high-pitched gasp, moaning gratefully and pushing your hips back into his face when he does it again, and again. The tip of his tongue rims your asshole for a few moments, and you clench the pillow tightly in your fists, letting out a little squeak when he spanks you again. The sharp sting paired with his tongue prodding you like that causes more arousal to leak steadily out of your center; you wouldn't be surprised if it was literally dripping onto the sheets below at this point.

Grayson growls at the feel all of your slickness seeping onto his chin. He dips down again so his face is buried in your pussy, lapping up everything you have to give. He swallows it, spreads it around your swollen flesh with his lips, collects as much as he can on his tongue before spreading it back up to your ass. He probes it into the pink, puckered skin there and makes one more pass at your pussy. Your cum and his saliva form a thick stream from his mouth to your hole when he sits back and drizzles it over you. Grayson groans loudly, a deep guttural sound from his chest, and spits directly on your asshole before he massages all of it into your skin.

Everything is wet and nasty and perfect — just chalk it up to one of his other talents.

His thumb swipes through your pussy lips, an absurd amount of moisture sticking to it when he pulls it out and starts circling it around your asshole, applying more and more pressure with every pass.

“You want it in your ass, baby?” he grunts, smiling when he feels you relax under him. “Want it there while I eat your pussy?”

“Fuck yeah,” you cry out, gasping when your muscles give in to the pressure of his thumb and the thick digit sinks into your hole. “Oh, fuck, Gray!”

“Feel good?” It’s not rhetorical; he always makes sure he checks in on you whenever the two of you do ass play. It’s fairly new to you, and he doesn't ever want to do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

“Mmhm,” you moan, uncontrollable gasps and whimpers escaping your lips when he starts to move his thumb just right.

He smiles and pushes against the inside of one of your thighs so he can fit between them better, then dives right in to the river of your pussy. He hums when your flavor graces his tongue once again, and he works it to fuck your hole in rhythm with his thumb in your other entrance. You can feel his jaw working against you as he nuzzles closer, the slick muscle of his tongue dipping deep inside.

You can’t believe you only wanted to take a nap earlier. You're still surrounded by him, by the smell of his laundry from his shirt that you’re still wearing, which is too big and gathers loosely on your shoulders from the way you’re angled. You’re still in his almost too-comfy bed, and the warm rays of sun are casting sensual lights and shadows across the room. Only now you've got his face in your pussy, his finger in your ass, and you’re experiencing much more pleasure than sleep could ever give you.

The noises he’s making with his mouth — the little desperate moans as he sucks on your clit and the wet, sloppy sounds created by his lips slurping down everything you’re giving him — is suddenly too much. You tense up, balling the pillowcase in tight fists as he makes you cum, his groans almost as loud as yours as he removes his thumb, replacing it with his mouth and slipping two fingers in your pussy for you to clench tightly around.

“Gray,” you whimper, just because you don’t know what else to say, your body relaxing tiredly into the mattress. Your fingers slowly loosen their death grip as he brings you down with little licks and short strokes inside you.

Eventually, he straightens up and leans over you, and you open your eyes right before he offers you his glistening fingers. You accept them with a low moan, sucking your own cum off of them before he’s removing them and kissing you deeply, letting you taste all of yourself now.

Grayson sighs and sits up, shifting off the bed. You vaguely hear shuffling behind you and feel cool air hit your hot, suddenly exposed skin while he removes his pants and underwear. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, but you’re too lazy and exhausted to move your head to watch him get naked. He solves that problem, though, when he gets back on the bed and crawls over to your head. You offer him what you hope is a seductive smile and manage to reach up to take his thick, throbbing dick in your small hand.

“Just in case I didn’t get you wet enough,” he whispers with a smirk, petting your head gently and pushing you towards his length.

You shake your head. “Such a douchebag,” you admonish playfully, still grinning when you give the swollen head a lascivious kiss, glancing up to lock your eyes with his as you start licking up and down his shaft, too.

Grayson moans and rocks his hips forward, encouraging you to wrap your plump lips around him completely. “That’s no way to — fuck,” he gasps, interrupting himself when you finally do indulge him and suck him into your hot, wet mouth, “no…no way talk to the person who gave you such a world-shattering orgasm just now.”

You hum and smile up at him with your eyes, taking him deeper, letting your saliva pool around his shaft. You catch some of it in your hands and massage it over his balls as you relax your throat to take as much of him as you can. He curses and holds you down, his head swimming at the way you’re still looking up at him with your sweet lips wrapped so tightly around him and your eyes watering more and more the longer you stay choking on his cock.

Finally, you have to tap out, and push on his thighs so he knows to pull out. You cough and smile, spitting on his dick and stroking all of it up and down with a twist of your hand.

“Looks wet enough to me now,” you say teasingly, releasing him with a firm squeeze. “Now fuck me.”

He doesn't need telling twice. At your behest, he’s crawling back behind you and pushing your legs together so he can straddle them with his own. He grabs your ass cheeks in both hands and pulls them apart, exposing your tight, swollen pussy for him as well as your winking asshole.

It’s his favorite sight to see, and he can’t resist releasing one cheek to guide himself to your pussy. “Jesus,” he groans out as soon as he starts pushing into you.

You moan too. You’re still so slick from his earlier ministrations and his dick was so thoroughly lubricated from your mouth that he slides in easily in one long stroke. There’s no feeling like that first moment of him filling you completely, and you gasp out his name with your eyes squeezed tight and your jaw hanging open.

His wide, muscled torso leans down over your clothed back, and his hands curl over your fists as he starts grinding into you. He’s so deep, just stretching you out so good and hitting all of your spots that are already making you see stars as he sucks hot kisses into your neck.

“Grayson!” His slow grinding suddenly picks up into real thrusts, and you arch beneath him even more than what the pillow is doing for you so he can somehow reach even deeper.

He rests his head on your shoulder, his harsh breaths hot and wet through the fabric of your shirt, and he looks between your bodies to see how your ass jiggles with every hard thrust into you. The sight of it triggers his primal instincts to go faster, and your breaths pick up as he fucks every one of them out of you with a high-pitched little whimper.

“Fuck,” you grit out between clenched teeth as the pleasure mounts in your belly. “Fuckin’ love when you fuck me like this, baby.”

“Yeah?” he asks unnecessarily, and you doubt he’s any more aware of what’s coming out of his mouth than you are of what’s escaping yours. He’s just fucking you straight into the mattress now, and it makes you crazy.

“Goddamn,” he groans, an animalistic growl passing his lips and going straight to your clit as he pulls out of you roughly. You whine unhappily, the orgasm you were fast approaching suddenly just out of your reach. He was clearly right on that verge, too. “Turn over. On your side.”

You don’t think twice about following his instructions, whipping your shirt over your head when it gets twisted up as you do as he says. He settles behind you again, this time with his sweaty chest pressed completely against your back. His hand grips your thigh and pulls it over his top leg, and you turn just enough to face him so you can cup his cheek to bring him down for a deep, tongue-fueled kiss as he slips back inside you.

As much as you like getting pounded like he was doing so well just moments ago, the angle is so perfect when he’s spooned behind you. It’s a full-circle moment, and you smile against his lips as he works you both back up with shorter but equally powerful thrusts, his fingers able to access your clit now as well.

You tuck your hand over his and guide his thick fingers with your slim ones in the quick circles he’s rubbing against your nub, and instantly you’re on the brink. The hand on his cheek shifts back to fist into his hair. “Gray, gonna cum…”

“Do it, baby, please,” he begs against your mouth, and as soon as you're spasming around his dick, he’s spurting inside you. You moan at the warmth of it, and lace the fingers of your hands that are on your pussy together as your clit becomes too sensitive for anymore stimulation.

You both catch your breath, kissing sweetly as you come down from your highs. He pulls out, and you give him one more chaste peck before you get up to pee, leaving him on his back with an arm slung over his eyes and his chest still rising and falling heavily.

You can’t help but giggle and shake your head when you return to find him in the exact same position. He grunts when you surprise him by crawling on top of him, laying chest to chest with your head tucked into his neck. You nuzzle a freckle there and look up at him.

“Does Mr. Builder Man need a nap after all?” you tease, pinching his side playfully.

He flinches dramatically, and rolls you over so he’s on top of you now. “Maybe. Now be quiet, before I nap in the tiny house instead.”

#FUUUUUCK this is so good 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵#grayson #g.fic

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Grayson laughing in Ethan’s snap is comedy gold

I want this on loop forever

#the loml 🥺#faves #grayson #g.vid

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@graysondolan: Gray’s in a groutfit

#baby daddy #grayson #g.pic

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@graysondolan: I’ve always known that I was a morning person, but when it came to waking up early I struggled with consistency and a schedule. Mostly because I couldn’t put my phone down at night. I’ve used these past few months to create better habits and make positive changes in areas that I’ve been neglecting. I’ve stuck to my goal of no longer snoozing my alarm in the morning while still getting the right amount of sleep. I’ve been able to use the morning to my advantage. I use this extra time at the beginning of the day to focus on myself, and be real with myself. Because of this I’ve been starting each day with a positive and refreshed mind. Shot by @jordenkeith

#i love my lane 😌#grayson #g.pic

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

i beg

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#my prince 🥺#grayson #g.pic

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LOST & FOUND → PART TWO

Summary: [4.5k] Sofia has a night to herself, hoping to spend it with the special someone in her life, but ending up baby-sitting, however, the job becomes a little stressful and this time it isn’t because of the child. Grayson lives another stressful day in his life as a father, but Ethan is still worrying for him.

Warnings: mentions of: mental health, very light verbal abuse, a very toxic relationship, sexual intentions & a small mention of a bad upbringing

After a long night’s rest and a long shift at the cafe, longer than expected thanks to her inability to say no, Sofia finally gets back to her dorm room, flopping down on her bed and looking to her side needing a long venting session with her best friend but soon noticing that Olyvia’s bed is completely empty. Typical. Sofia thinks to herself. Olyvia normally likes to go for a girl’s dinner on a saturday and Sofia believes that they have all given up inviting her since she is pretty held up on a Saturday, due to her job at the cafe. Either that or they may just think she is boring now due to the constant smile on her face and her innocent persona clashing with their wild party animal adventures.

Olyvia being away for probably the whole entire night, as she normally ends up in a bar, and then a club and then another bar and then a random dude’s bed, it makes it perfect for Sofia to plan something nice with Jake for the night.

Jake Davison. Probably the most popular guy in college. Typical sports guy who got offered a scholarship in football and is probably the most credited player on the team. Jake and Sofia met at a lecture for all the sport and theatre students, when he offered her a seat next to him when she practically knew no one around her, she actually felt wanted. Especially when he asked for her number at the end of the lecture. Jake is a smooth guy. He can easily talk Sofia into whatever he wants, but who can’t. Maybe she actually likes him or maybe he’s someone to talk to since he’s the only piece of comfort she really has.

After debating on whether to call Jake or not for over 20 minutes, she finally has the guts to open her phone and find his contact, ready for another sweet denial after his cancelation on the last six dates they have planned together.

“Hey, hold on-” Jake answers the phone, thumbing around on the other side of the phone and shushing the bunch of girls that are giggling in his frat living room. His friends whistling as he moves into a quieter room where the music isn’t blaring and the people around him are slightly inaudible to her. “What’s up babe?” he asks, huffing a little under his breath.

Jake’s side of things? He simply thinks Sofiais hot and that’s it. Every single boy on campus does. Jake quickly saw her potential to be something all the boys are going to fight over, so he took her innocence and kindness for granted and has now manipulated her into thinking they are together, but not together, but she’s not allowed to see anyone else, but she’s not allowed to get jealous when he’s cozying up with a random cheerleader.

Sofia smiles hearing his voice and she sits up a little to stand up from her bed. “Hey, I was just uh- wondering maybe if you want to go out for dinner or maybe-”

“No, I’m busy,” he replies, bluntly, trying to rush her off the phone so he can tend to his guests that he had some very interesting plans with tonight.

Sofia’s shoulders slump a little and she bites her lips, feeling embarrassed that she asked him in the first place. He’s canceled the last six dates they have planned together, so what made her think that he was going to drop whatever he is doing for her? “Sorry, I just-“

“Is that it?” Jake grits through his teeth, getting impatient with Sofia on the other side of the phone.

She gulps, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear and holding back the breakdown that is bubbling in her throat. “No- I mean yeah… yeah that’s it, I’ll talk to you-” beep beep. He hangs up and she would break down right now if Angelica’s contact didn’t abruptly flash on her phone.

Perfect timing Angelica… as always.

She quickly presses the green button, clearing her throat before speaking to the stubborn woman, knowing if she takes any longer to answer Angelica will probably lecture her. “Hi Angelica.” Sofia’s voice is practically a whisper and it upsets her, even more, to know that she is getting so upset over an asshole who won’t even become official with her, but she knows she would drop anything for him within a heartbeat. because that is who she is.

“Hey, are you down for doing a babysitting job tonight?” Angelica asks, boredom in her unbothered voice, already knowing that Sofia is going to say yes, so there is no persuasion or kindness in her voice whatsoever.

Sofia really cannot be bothered to do a babysitting job, after her encounter with Jake, all she wants to do is order food and cry into a large pizza. She’s way too overwhelmed with emotions, she’s lacking sleep, lacking comfort and lacking attention. But, once again, Sofia is unable to say no. Like always. “Yeah, of course, text me the address and I’ll start making my way there” Sofia replies, about to ask who it is, but once again, the far too familiar beeps fill her ears and she sighs, shaking her head. “Goodbye to you too.” Sofia mumbles to herself.

While Angelica sends over the details, Sofia keeps on her jeans and changes her cafe shirt, throwing on a white t-shirt, tucking it into her jeans. Just as she quickly fixes her hair, her phone alerts her telling her that angelica has sent over the details of the job that she is about to attend.

Her eyebrows furrow at the address sent, she knows the area and it’s higher class than the other houses she has babysat at. The daycare company doesn’t really have regular customers who are higher class, so when Sofia does babysitting jobs they are usually around the same area the daycare is in. Hopefully, it will be decent pay for her. The only thing she is absolutely dreading is that normally the kids that live in these higher class areas are so bratty and even though they are 3 feet, they look down on Sofia.

[6:31 PM] Angelica: Grayson Dolan, Rosy Dolan’s dad. He will be back by 10 PM.

“Fuck.”

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LOST AND FOUND → PART ONE

Summary: [6.8k] Grayson is financially struggling to be a single dad to his three year old daughter, Rosy Dolan. With juggling being in the public eyes, running a company and taking care of his daughter, there is no time for himself. However, when he bumps into a staff member at Rosy’s daycare, in an unusual place, he finally finds some comfort.

Warnings: Mentions financial struggles, an absent mother, some cursing, tension between family members and a lot of fluff :)

“Come on berry, please get up.” Grayson coos to his daughter, his voice soft but stern as he pushes her messy curls out of her puffy face, eyes full of sleep and her cheeks a pleasant shade of pink from the warmth of her cozy bed with tons of princess blankets on and the odd occasional stuffed animal scattered across the sheets and a few littering the floor around her.

She shakes her head abruptly and throws her body to the side to face away from her persistent father. “I don’t wanna!” she whines and Grayson can practically hear the pout from her, he doesn’t even need to see her face to know she’s pulling that typical expression that will usually make her get her own way, but right now, he has no other option, but to carry on being persistent. even if it does kill him to hear her so pouty.

“Berry-”

“No.” she quickly replies, a huff in her tone and a slight bratty noise filling the bedroom, making Grayson emit a small tut along with a shake of his head.

“I’m not asking you anymore, I’m telling you Rosy, get up.” he’s in full father mode and Grayson rarely ever gets frustrated or bossy with his daughter, as he believes it’s not the best route of parenting, however, he needs to break her out of this habit of not wanting to go to daycare. It makes him wonder how his mom ever coped with getting him and his lazy twin brother up and out the door for school or daycare when they were younger. Just the thought of him makes him make a mental note to call his mom later and apologize for all the aggravation and gray hairs he probably caused.

Rosy can tell by the tone of his voice and the way he uses her first name, instead of calling her ‘berry’, that she should follow what her father is saying and she then, unfortunately for her, rolls out of bed with the biggest pouty face, lips pushed out and eyes wide and puppy-like.

She sits on her little pink vanity chair, that she has made Grayson sit on many of times for one of Rosy’s infamous makeovers and with the number of cracks he has heard when sitting on the plastic, flimsy chair, he really needs to replace it before an accident happens or Rosy unexpectedly breaks it one morning and they have to settle with doing their typical routine on the floor.

He picks up the tangle teezer that sits on her vanity desk and brushes through her soft, silky, chocolate curls, trying his hardest not to pull too hard but to hopefully remove all the tangles and knots that she somehow has a talent of creating overnight. Her curls are so bouncy it resembles her personality so much. Always tough to handle but such a beautiful sight. They add so much character to her face he can’t get over how beautiful she is and how he made such a smart and stunning princess.

As Grayson brushes the tangles out her curly hair, he notices the way she is still pouting and her arms are crossed over her chest in annoyance. So stubborn, he thinks to himself as he shakes his head with a small smile. “Little Ro,” he grabs her attention and her squinted eyes meet her father’s in the mirror. “It’s only a couple hours and maybe uncle E will come over later.” he knows uncle E will come over later.

Her eyes light up though and he chuckles at how alike she is to her uncle, she acts so much like Ethan it sometimes scares him. The laziness, the goofy side to her and the crazy energetic side when she is in the mood to bug everyone around her for attention. Such a carbon copy of Ethan that if people were to see her and Ethan alone together, they would easily think it’s Ethan’s daughter. “Will he make me eat vegan food?” she asks, with a small shake of her head and the cute little needy voice that turns Grayson into a puddle, making him reply with a small laugh.

“Not if you don’t want to berry,” he says as he pins back the two pieces of her hair, on both sides of her face which always seem to fall in front of her face, with glittery hair clips, that she absolutely loves. Grayson’s trick to cheer her up a little when she is in her typical stubborn morning mood.

He steps back, crouching down to look into the mirror and stare at his beautiful daughter. The one little ray of sunshine in his life right now which he can cherish and adore every single moment of the day. He is so in love with her, so overpowered with emotions that he nearly cries, because she is the rainbow on a rainy day. she is the thing that keeps him going.

“Never grow up,” he mutters, kissing her temple.

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