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The Story of Us~Grayson Dolan Imagine

Could you do something about Gray dating a thick girl? As a thick girl and a Gray girl, I find it harder to imagine gray with a thick girl that I do E. ❤️

A/N: This is supposed to be Gray with a thick girl but I feel like everyone is so picky and toxic with that concept so I made it a detail but it isn’t the basis of the story. I am a thick Grayson girl so please don’t @ me. Some people get so butt hurt over it and I already have a thick girl Ethan fic. This kind of just tells the story of Grayson and Y/N along the way.

Warnings: Body Insecurities (it’s not a theme it just is like a couple sentences in the beginning and a scene at the end), bullying(see prior warning), fluff, dad! grayson

Word Count: 3,304

Grayson Dolan is a lover and there is absolutely no denying that. He loves Ethan even when he wants to beat his ass for his pranks. He loves Cameron, she’s his big sister and dealt with all the shenanigans from their childhood. Most importantly, he loves his mama. No one could replace how much Lisa meant to Grayson but only one person could come close. Nonetheless, she would never pass Lisa Dolan and she was perfectly fine with that. Grayson’s girlfriend, Y/N was the only person to ever come close to being the most important woman in Grayson Dolan’s life.

Ethan knew a month after meeting Y/N that Grayson was going to marry her. After a couple years she earns the nickname, sister-in-law which Grayson doesn’t mind. He is extremely thankful that his girlfriend and brother have an incredible relationship. Ethan always joked that Grayson has fallen in love several different times but when Grayson realized he truly loved Y/N, Ethan knew the next girl his brother would fall in love with would be his daughter.

Y/N was beautiful. She had eyes that sent Grayson into another universe. Lips that made Grayson melt like ice cream in the middle of July. Grayson’s favorite part about her though? Her body. Curves that seemed to go on for days, boobs that mesmerized Grayson with every step and bounce, and an ass that looked amazing no matter what she had decided to wear that day. Did she think she was perfect? No, of course not but Grayson thought she was the most beautiful girl to ever exist. Was Y/N insecure like most thick girls? No, she was not which was another thing Grayson adored but she was real enough with herself to know she wasn’t perfect.

Grayson, Ethan, and I were sitting in the living room talking about everything we’ve encountered over the last 20 years of Gray and I’s relationship. The first few months we hid from the fans. Telling the fans was probably the scariest moment of my life. Some fans were excited, others were pissed, and some were just downright mean. Many picked at my weight and my curves. It didn’t get to me at first but after over two weeks of relentless comments I finally broke down to Grayson. I wasn’t typically insecure but when thousands of people are calling you the meanest things imaginable it breaks you down. Grayson said something as did Ethan. They threatened to block fans and to take a break if they thought necessary. That caused many of the fans to back off. Over the course of our relationship, I have met many fans and even gotten pictures with them even if I wasn’t with Grayson. Next came, our engagement and then our beautiful wedding, followed by the birth of each of our children and everything in between. After all that we rewind back to the day, we all met.

We met at a restaurant in LA. Ethan had wanted to try it for a while because he had heard there was a bunch of really good, dairy-free food options. They went for lunch on a Thursday. It surprisingly wasn’t too busy but they sat down and waited for someone to serve them. This restaurant Ethan had been dying to try was my job at the time. Thankfully I was working when they decided to show. I noticed two tall, good looking LA boys walk in. I looked them up and down then quickly put together that they were twins. One with darker hair, a safety pin necklace, smooth face, and an interesting outfit. The other one with scruff, a dangly earring, black t-shirt, and striped black pants. For twins, he was definitely the cuter one. They hadn’t sat in my section which was probably a good thing because I would have probably embarrassed myself. They had sat in my best friends’ section. Lilly walked over and got their drink orders. The one with the dangly earring kept looking up at us as we got their waters. I assumed he was staring at Lilly as she always got hit on at this damn job. “Grayson shut up you’re so loud” the one boy said. Ah so his name was Grayson. “Shut up, Ethan. I’m not loud” Grayson retaliated. Ethan looked around the restaurant and looked at me. “Hey, do you think my twin over here is loud?” he asked. “You’re the only yelling across the restaurant to ask me if he’s the loud one” I sassed and Grayson chuckled. Lilly continued serving them and Grayson kept looking up but I realized a lot of the times his gaze would land on me and that Lilly was never around when he looked over at me. Did I have something on my face? A stain on my shirt? Toilet paper on my shoe? “Hey, will you cover my couple of tables? I have to take my lunch break first because I have been here the longest” Lilly explained. “Yeah, I got it” I sighed. I walked over to the table with the two boys. “I just wanted to say that I’m your waitress now as Lilly is on her lunch break so if you need anything just ask,” I said. “How about a date?” Grayson asked. “Excuse me?” I asked. “You heard me, a date” he replied. “I don’t even know you” I responded. “Isn’t that the point of dating, is to get to know someone?” he asked. “How do I know you aren’t going to kill me?” I asked. “We can make it a double date. You and I, Ethan and our old waitress” Grayson suggested. “Dude” Ethan shouted as Grayson gave him pleading eyes. “Fine, when?” I asked. “Tomorrow night at 7?” he suggested. “Umm, ok,” I said, still a little taken aback by this whole conversation. I decided to just go for it so when I gave them their bill I wrote my number on it with a small note, “You took your shot so I’ll take mine, text me;)”. After they left I went to get their receipt and there was a note at the top. “Each of you get yourselves something nice for our double date tomorrow night -E and Gray” I looked at the bottom of the receipt to see that they left a $200 tip for Lilly and me to split.

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“I still can’t believe you and Lilly dated for three months” I giggled. Lilly and Ethan had very little in common and we’re total opposites in personality. “Shut up” Ethan groaned. “It’s ok, she mainly did it for me to help with getting in your brother’s pants” I joked. “That’s all you wanted? You could have asked that first night and I would’ve let you do whatever you wanted to me” Gray joked. “No, but she really was just helping me to get with Grayson” I admitted. “She was being a good wing woman just like I was for Gray” Ethan explained. “I know and I love you both very much for that,” I said.

“You know I knew a month after knowing you that Grayson wasn’t going to love anyone else,” Ethan said randomly. Grayson looked at his brother confused. “You never told me that,” Gray said. “I thought you knew,” E said. “Knew what?” “That she was the one” Ethan explained. “Not until I told her I loved her for the first time,” Grayson said. “I knew about a month after the restaurant. I remember coming out of my room to see you staring at her napping in your bed. She’d come over after work. You went to go grab her some food because she had worked through her break and she was passed out when you got back. You were standing with whatever food you’d scrounged up for her. You weren’t mad she was asleep. You had a smile on your face followed by a little chuckle. Your eyes said what your heart and your head didn’t know yet. I texted mom that day to tell her not to worry about this one. Later that night, Y/N was eating dinner with us because you wanted to actually cook her something. She walked into the kitchen watching you sing and dance around. She had almost the same look you did when you saw her asleep. I knew then you loved each other but it was so early that you were both scared. Ever since that day I never worried about how Y/N would treat you because I knew she was the best person for you” Ethan explained an I didn’t know I was crying until I felt a tear land on my arm. “Baby, why are you crying?” Gray asked. “Ethan never talks deep like that. He knew Gray before we ever did. We’ve talked about when we realized we loved the other person and when we told each other we loved each other but we’ve never asked anyone else when they knew we loved each other. Others are less blind than we are about it” I sobbed. Gray walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t know why you’re crying. Ethan’s an idiot most of the time. The one time he isn’t you’re a hot mess” he chuckles. “It just puts things into perspective. Never in a million years did I think I was going to have a man that was so good to me. All of the guys’ I was within the past were so passive aggressive but with you, it’s never happened even after all of these years. Not to mention how amazing the rest of our family is. I just couldn’t have asked for anyone better” I cried. “Me either, baby. Me either” Grayson said kissing my forehead.

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Dating, being engaged to, and marrying a Dolan was a lot, to say the least. Gray and I had 5 kids together. Three girls and then two boys. Addison Rose and Amelia Bailey were our twin girls. We had another set of Dolan Twins, this time they were girls and according to Lisa much easier to deal with compared to their dad and Uncle E. When the girls were a little over two we had another little girl, Paisley Jane or PJ. PJ was typically a boy nickname but she was one of the most tomboy girls you’ll ever meet so it fits pretty well. Addison was the quiet one, Amelia the momma bear, and little PJ was the rough one. Nine times out of 10 when someone was hurt it was Little Miss PJ’s fault. There was a little bit bigger of a gap between PJ and the first boy we had. Paisley was 3 when we had our first boy. I had always loved the name Grayson, way before I had ever met Gray. Therefore, our first boy was Grayson Hunter but he was Lil’ Gray then he went by Hunter once he was no longer the baby. 11 months after Lil’ Gray was born Lil’ Grant was born. Grant Oliver Dolan was the fifth and final Dolan baby, or so we thought (Ask Ethan about that one).

We got engaged three years after meeting in that restaurant. Whenever we’re in LA we try to go to relive the old memories. Nine months later we got married in New Jersey. It was an outside wedding and it was beautiful. The kids don’t ask much about the wedding because there are pictures all over the house. There’s a picture of Grayson and me with our wedding party in one part of the house. There’s a picture of Ethan and Gray then a picture of Gray and me after the ceremony on my bedside table. The twins especially love hearing about how Grayson proposed to me, no matter how many times they had already heard it. “Daddy?” Lia chimed. “Yes, Lia Bug?” “Will you tell us the story of how you asked mommy to marry you?” Lia asked. “I just told you girls last week” Grayson chuckled. “It’s such a good story. Daddy please” Addy begged. “Alright, alright go get your mother. She loves hearing me tell you guys” he said. “Your mom and I had been together three years when I finally got the nerve to ask her to marry me even though I knew she was the one”, Grayson started.

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“I have something fun for you to do today,” Grayson said to me. “What’s that?” I asked. “Ethan’s going to go with you on a scavenger hunt for a surprise tonight” he explained. He had Ethan drag me from our favorite picnic spot, to where he told me he loved me for the first time, to where we met, and then finally to the airport where we boarded a plane going to New Jersey. “Ethan, why are we flying to Jersey?” “It’s a surprise” Ethan explained. Finally, we landed and Ethan took me to their New Jersey home where Lisa was with Gizmo. We didn’t go inside though which was odd to me. “E, we should say hi to your mom. She misses you guys” I said. “We will, I promise”. He leads me out to the woods. By now it was dark out. It was a warm August day--well night. There was a full moon then a combination of cricket and frog noises scattered in the background. “Ethan if you came out here to kill me your brother is going to kill you in return” I threatened. “I’m offended that you think I’d kill you especially on my own property” he sassed. “It’s time for the surprise,” Ethan said. “I am still so confused”. “Well prepare to be more confused, as Gray has instructed I have to give you a piggyback ride and you have to be blindfolded for the rest of the walk” Ethan explained. “This better be a damn good surprise or I am kicking both of your asses,” I said as it grew even darker with the blindfold on. “Grab my shoulders and jump, I’ll catch you,” Ethan said. “Ethan, I’m not jumping on your back, I’ll break it” I argued. “No, you won’t. C’ mon Y/N” he said. “Ethan, no” I argued. “Y/N, I’ve been lifting. It’s fine” he said. “Are you calling me fat?” I asked. “Jesus, no. Fuck, Gray is going to kill me” E sighed. “I’m kidding but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said as I jumped on his back. We walked for a few minutes before Ethan said “We’re here but don’t take your blindfold off. I’ll put you down slowly”. He put me down and then I heard footsteps. “Ethan?” “E?” “Since when do you like my brother so much?” Grayson asked causing me to jump. “Gray you scared me” I yelled as he chuckled. “Babe where are we? Why am I still blindfolded?” I asked. “We’re in the woods in Jersey,” he said as he took the blindfold off. I looked around to see candles. White and red rose petals surrounding me. I realized the candles took a heart shape. “Grayson, what is all this?” I asked. “Something you’re going to remember for the rest of your life” he admitted. “Gray” I whispered. “I sent you on a wild goose chase today which you’re used to because that’s just how crazy my life is. I am so thankful that I’ve had someone as incredible as you by my side through the ups and downs. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I want to spend everyday making you happy. I want to wake up next to you every day. I want to make breakfast with you every morning. I want to snuggle you every night before we go to sleep. You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with so” He pauses as he drops down onto one knee. “Y/N, will you marry me?” Gray asked opening a small black box with a beautiful diamond ring. Tears stream down my face as I nod my head vigorously and he slips the ring over my finger. “Yes, Gray, I’d love to marry you” I cried as hugged his neck. Shortly after all of this excitement Lisa, Ethan, and Cameron emerge out of the distance. “This was beautiful Gray,” I said. “Beautiful proposal for a beautiful girl,” he said. “I love you” “I love you too”.

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“Daddy, how did you know mommy was going to be your wife?” Lia asked. “She always loved me even when my life was crazy. Your mama is very supportive girls. She supported daddy even when it was the hardest thing she ever had to do and she will support you guys too” Grayson explained. “Mommy, why did you pick daddy?” Addy asked. “He treated me, right girls. He loved me just like he loves you and your sisters then your little brother when he gets here. He was a good boyfriend. He was a good husband once we got married and now he is the most incredible daddy don’t ya think?” I asked. “Oh yeah, he’s probably a better daddy than Uncle Etan is,” Addy said causing us all to laugh. “They’re both really good dad’s” I giggled looking at Gray who was smirking. “Daddy?” Lia asked. “Yes, bug?” he replied. “I’m really glad you’re my daddy. If it would have been anyone else I would have ran away to you so you could be my daddy because you’re the best” Lia said to Grayson and my pregnant heart exploded. Tears immediately started leaking from my eyes. “Mama, why are you crying?” Addy asked. “I’m happy baby, I promise. I just love our family so much” I told her. “I love our family too,” Addy said climbing off of Gray’s lap and crawling into mine. “Be careful, Addy Rose. Mommy has your baby brother in there” Gray warned. Grayson was always on high alert and extremely overprotective when I was pregnant. “Gray?” I asked. “Yes, babe?” he asked. “Where’s PJ?” I asked. “Uhh, I dunno. She was listening to the story” he admitted. “MOMMY! LOOK!” Lia pointed outside. I looked to see a small, three-year-old PJ on the sidewalk. “GRAYSON” I shouted as he leaped out of the house to chase our toddler. “Paisley Jane Dolan” Gray shouted as she looked at her daddy. She quickly realized that it was Grayson and not Uncle Ethan so she did what any other kid on a mission would do. She ran. “PJ DOLAN” Grayson shouted. “Where are you going little miss?” he asked as he ran towards her. She turned sharply in front of Ethan’s house that was a little way down from our own. She couldn’t quite get the door open so that’s where her dad finally caught up to her. “PJ, why were you outside? You know not to go outside when mommy or daddy isn’t with you” Grayson reprimanded. “I wanted Uncle Effin” PJ cried out. Addy was a mommy’s girl. Lia was a daddy’s girl but PJ? She was Uncle Ethan’s girl and none of us are quite sure why. “Baby, if you wanted Uncle Ethan just ask and we all could have gone to visit” Grayson explained. “NO! Just me! My uncle Effin” PJ cried. Grayson walked her home then let her sit in the time out chair for running outside. “Why is she so stuck on Ethan?” I asked. “Maybe because he has all the boys?” Gray suggested. “Who knows but it looks like we’re going to have to extra childproof the house” I sighed. “I’ll head to Home Depot now. You want me to take the twins?” Gray asked. “If you want to” I shrugged. “Yeah that way you can try to relax and just keep an eye on PJ” Gray decided. He kissed me goodbye as he took the older two to Home Depot to get some things to turn our house into a prison-like structure so PJ doesn’t try to escape to Uncle E’s again.

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Ethan, on the other hand, had three boys. Bentley Grant was his first. He was born in between the twins and Paisley. Next was Dawson Michael and he was born a few months after PJ. Dawson and Bentley were about 15 months apart. Their last boy was born when Dawson was 2. Lennox Gray Dolan was the last boy of Ethan’s herd but it wouldn’t be Ethan Dolan without an oopsie baby. When Little Lennox was 4, Ethan’s wife found out she was pregnant with their fourth child. This time, a girl. The baby of the Dolan Clan was Miss Lorelai Penelope and she was wrapped around everyone’s finger. When Lorelai was born Addison and Amelia were 8, Bentley was 7, Paisley was 6, Dawson was 5, Lennox was 4, Hunter was 3, and Grant was 2.

The four oldest Dolan children had all graduated high school. Addison was into Graphic Design and attending a school in Manhattan, New York. Amelia who was always a little more family-based stayed close and is going to a community college to be a teacher. Bentley being the oldest boy always felt responsible for his siblings and cousins. He wanted to go to school but he didn’t want to go across the country. He got many scholarships for lacrosse all across the country. He decided to stay close to home and accepted a full ride in Lacrosse at Rutgers University. Meanwhile, PJ is traveling the country with two friends. She’d always been a free spirit so her parents knew she wasn’t going to school which was entirely her choice. Y/N and Grayson agreed a long time ago that they would support their children in whatever decision they made (to an extent) as long as they graduated high school. That was the deal. Dawson was a senior in high school. Lennox was a junior, Hunter and Grant were sophomores meanwhile Lorelai was an 8th grader.

Hunter and Grant as the youngest children but the only boys on Gray’s side were very protective of their mother. Addy was closer to Y/N as she was quieter and not so loud. Lia, on the other hand, was Gray’s little girl. PJ loved both of her parents but rarely favored one over the other. If anything her go to was her Uncle E. Hunter and Grant though? Complete and utter, mama’s boys. Grant was a lot closer to his dad than Hunter was. Grayson never took offense. The kids need people they could confide in whether it was him or his wife. He was just glad that each child could trust someone. The Dolan boys being in close in age as they are they were practically another set of twins. Now that Bentley was gone, Dawson is the leader which is good because he’s the next most responsible as he takes after his mom. Dawson drove everyone to school except Lorelai. Ethan took his little girl to school every day and no one- I mean NO ONE argued with him about it.

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It’s a Wednesday in the middle of March, just a couple weeks before Spring Break. Grant and Hunter are walking to their 10th Grade English class that they conveniently had together. They were about halfway there when Ryan Sawyer, the senior quarterback made a comment under his breath which Hunter quickly reacted to. “What did you just say?” Hunter growls. Grant quickly following behind his brother. “I said I saw your mom last night. Not sure how your dad hasn’t suffocated from how fat she-” before Ryan could even finish his sentence Hunter had socked him straight across the jaw. You do not mess with Y/N Dolan especially in the presence of Grayson Hunter Dolan. Ryan’s little minions quickly followed suit. Grant was throwing punches to the minions while Hunter and Ryan rolled around trying to get dominance over the other. Soon enough Dawson stumbled upon the incident trying to get everyone off of each other before a teacher knew what happened but it was too late. The dean was halfway to the scene. “Let my little cousin go before I kick your ass” Dawson threatened. Ryan’s friend let Grant go in fear of Dawson. Ryan and Hunter still rolling around on the floor. Ryan’s nose bloodied. Hunter’s knuckles cracked open and a tear on his lip. Grant has a cut over his eyebrow. Mr. Scott, the dean had walked up to the scene. His voice boomed as yelled for the boys to stop. Ryan, Hunter, Grant, Dawson, and a couple of Ryan’s friends followed the dean to his office. “Dolan what happened,” Mr. Scott said as they sat in silence. “C’ mon speak,” he said. “Uh sir three of us are Dolan’s” Dawson explained. “What?” “These two are my cousins” Dawson explained. “Well, I was talking to you explain”. “Honestly I don’t know. I walked up to a fist fight and got Grant off of Ryan’s friend then you showed up” Dawson explained. “Someone tell me what happened” Mr. Scott boomed. “The little Dolan wussies got bent out of shape because they couldn’t take a joke,” Ryan said. “Watch it Ryan” Dawson threatened. “Ryan, the rest of you that aren’t Dolan’s can go” Mr. Scott ordered. “Boys, tell me what happened. I know how Mr. Sawyer is so I trust you’ll be honest with me because I’ve never seen either of you in my office”. “Ryan made a comment about my mom and it wasn’t just like a joke. He called her fat and I just got mad so I punched him. Then his minions went after Grant so it was just some big ordeal then Dawson came in to try to stop it before you got there. I’m sorry” Hunter explained. “Don’t apologize, kid. You stuck up for your mom. I would’ve done the same thing. Your dad raised you well” Mr. Scott said. “Thank you, sir,” Hunter said. “You’re still going to have consequences as it was on school grounds, both of you” “What about all of them?!?” Hunter argued. “I’ll call them down once you leave and they’ll get a longer suspension for starting it. I know Dawson here will keep me to it” “You bet your ass” Dawson said. “You, have three days for taking the first swing. Your brother has two for fighting them. They’ll get suspended for 5 for antagonizing. I’m going to call your dad. You two head to the nurse and get cleaned up. Dawson keep an eye on them” Mr. Scott said as Dawson nodded.

The nurse wiped the blood off the boys. Thankfully all the cuts and scrapes were superficial. Soon enough Grayson showed up to take his two youngest home. “Boys, what the hell was this?” Grayson asked. “I’m sorry dad. He said something about mom and I just lost it” Hunter explained. “He said something about your mom?” Grayson asked his older son. “Yeah, he was like I saw your mom last night. I don’t know how your dad doesn’t suffocate with how fat then I didn’t hear the rest because I was beating the shit out of him” Hunter explained. “Grant why are you suspended?” Gray asked. “I started fighting the kids’ friends and I wasn’t going to sit back while he was talking shit about mom. Dolan boys don’t fuck with that” Grant said. “You’re damn straight, son. I can’t believe this kid has the audacity to make a sexual comment insulting my wife, what nerve. For his information, I would love to be suffocated by- DAAAD ENOUGH” Grant yelled as Grayson chuckled.

Grayson wasn’t sure what to tell his wife. He knew she would be mad at the suspension but should he tell her why the kids were in a fight. All the girls managed to get in little to no trouble in school so where did they go wrong with the boys? Is what was crossing Y/N’s had as she heard Gray’s voicemail from about an hour ago while she was in a meeting. She opened the front door and shut it with a little more force than she anticipated. “Grayson Hunter and Grant Oliver, in here now!” Y/N yelled. Both the boys and their dad walked into the living room. “What the hell happened today? A THREE DAY SUSPENSION?” Y/N yelled. “Grant was just helping me. I started it, ma” Hunter said. “Grayson Hunter, since when do you fight people?” Y/N asked. “He said something mean and I got angry” he explained. “What did he say?” she asked but no one wanted to tell her. They all loved Y/N too much to let a dumb 17-year old make her feel shit about herself. “Tell me or I am canceling Spring Break in a couple of weeks, so help me Grayson Hunter” she threatened. Hunter looked at his brother then at his dad. All of them shaking their head in agreement. No one was telling her. “Fine then go to your room’s. I’m canceling the trip” Y/N said. Grayson knew his wife was upset and that he needed to calm her down. “We’re still going on that trip,” Grayson said. “No, we aren’t. They aren’t getting suspended then turning around and going to Cancun. Grayson have you lost your mind?” she asked. “No, babe but I know what the kid said that upset Hunter” Gray explained. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” she asked. “He was defending you, baby,” Gray said simply. “What?” she turned looking at her husband. “The kid Hunter punched made a comment about your weight and it was in a sexual sense. He was just protecting his momma” Grayson explained. “What did the little punk say?” she asked. “Something how he saw you out last night and wasn’t sure how I hadn’t suffocated because of how um” Grayson paused. “Fat I am?” Y/N asked. “Yeah” Gray whispered. There was a thick pause filled with silence. “Jokes on him though, I would love to suffocate between your thighs babe” Gray smirked trying to lift the mood. “Why are kids so mean Gray?” she asked her husband. “Babe, don’t let some kid get to you. Not when you have two sons that kicked his ass in your name baby, in your honor” Grayson said wiping the tears from his wife’s face. “Why don’t we bring them down and tell them they're still going on Spring Break, yeah?” Gray asked and Y/N nodded. Hunter came down first looking at his mom. “Ma, why are you crying? Do I have to kick dad’s ass too?” “Good luck with that, son” Gray chuckled. “Your dad told me what really happened at school today,” Y/N said as Grant finally made his way into the kitchen. “He told me what that boy said to you guys” Y/N explained. “You’re not fat, ma. You’re beautiful” Hunter said. “Thank you, baby” Y/N smiled. “Thank you for putting that kid in his place for me, honey. Both of you, actually. Your brother got a couple cuts himself” Y/N observed running her finger over Grant’s cuts. “I’m sorry, I was so angry” Y/N apologized. “It’s alright, we weren’t mad. I should’ve handled it better” Hunter admitted. “No, you defend your mom just like you should’ve. Just don’t make it a habit, boys” Grayson interjected. “We’re still going to go to Cancun. I can’t take that away from my boys. Thank you for defending me today” she said hugging her two babies that towered a few inches over her. “I’ll do it again any day for you ma,” Hunter said. “Me too. Any day, anyone. No one messes with the Dolans” Grant added. “I love my boys,” Y/N said as Grayson added himself to the group hug. The Dolan family was a little chaotic at times but every one of them defended their name just like their Poppy Sean would want them too.

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Sheldon’s Visit

|Sheldon (one of Amelia’s friends in private practice) visits Amelia in Seattle and everyone gets to know a little bit more about how she was in the past. Also, Owen finds out that Amelia tried to sleep with Sheldon and gets super jealous. Overall fluff.

Sheldon walked around the halls of Grey Sloan Memorial lost like a little puppy, desperate to find his mother; or in Sheldon’s case trying to find Amelia Shepherd’s office. Finally he reached what seemed like a reception office that really was only a couple nurses chatting away like there is no tomorrow and getting absolutely no work done or looking even somewhat willing to help the lost doctor.

“Hello, I’m looking for Doctor Amelia Shepherd please. Could you tell me where her office is?”

The nurse looked at him slowly opening and closing her mouth but without uttering any words. After what seemed like an eternity a red headed man appeared out of nowhere.

“I’ll take you to her office. Come with me.” Sheldon followed slowly. “I’m sorry” said the red headed man. “You are?”

“Oh I’m Sheldon Wallis. I’m one of Amelia’s friends from LA”

“Oh it’s so great to finally meet one of Amelia’s friends. She refuses to go to LA or anywhere remotely close or even speak about it.”

“Yeah I’ve noticed. I have to do something about that” muttered Sheldon more to himself than to Owen.

“I just realized I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Owen Hunt, Amelia’s husband.”

“Nice to finally meet you. It’s good to be able to put a face to the name. I’ve heard so much about you from Amelia’s hour long phone calls. They consist mostly of her ranting like a teenage girl but we manage to sneak in a few actual conversations in there, without her acting like a lovesick puppy.”

“Sounds about right, but that’s Amelia for you. We’re here.”

Owen slowly opened the door to reveal a focused standing Amelia looking at some scans, her back to the door.

“Amelia” called Owen.

As soon as she turned her back, Sheldon uttered a single hi but that was enough to have her running like the wind into his open arms.

“Oh my god Sheldon what are you doing here? I’ve missed you so much” she whispered in to his ear.

After a little while she let go, readjusted her clothes and decide to properly introduce the two gentlemen; it was after all the first time Sheldon (who was undoubtedly one of the most important people in her life) was meeting her husband.

“Sheldon I’d like you meet my husband Owen. Owen this is Sheldon.”

“We already meet on our way here. Owen was kind enough to bring me to your office.”

“Sheldon would you like to come to our house for dinner? You can meet Meredith and Maggie and Richard and a few other of my friends here.”

“You have friends. I’m shocked” exclaimed Sheldon jokingly to tease his friend.

At this point Amelia jokingly hit him in the chest and responded with a sarcastic Ha Ha.

“No but seriously all joking aside we’ll be expecting you. 9 o clock sharp. Be there”

And with that she left leaving the two guys confused and amused staring at each other.

After that Sheldon left to go to his hotel to get changed and relax before heading out to see the city and the infamous ferry boats and arriving 9 o clock sharp at the Shepherd-Hunt residence.

By 9:15 everyone had arrived and was seated, slowly munching on chicken and roast potatoes that were oh so lovely prepared by poor Major Hunt who had to cancel his last surgery for the day and run to the store to please his fabulous new wife.

“So Sheldon” started Amelia “this is Meredith, Derek’s wife, Maggie, Meredith’s half-sister, Richard, a good friend of mine and Maggie’s father, Arizona and Alex, the peds gods and Nathan. Everyone this is Sheldon.”

“Hey don’t I get a proper introduction” said Nathan apparently offended by the lack of further introduction by Amelia.

“Oh well Sheldon, this is Nathan or as I call him Satan 2.0. You see Satan 1.0 was Addison. This is the new and improved version”.

“I’m hurt Shepherd” said Nathan putting his hand to his heart and pretending to cry.

“Well, nice to meet you all” said Sheldon, while laughing at Amelia’s friend, who also appeared to have no filter.

“So Sheldon how was Amelia in LA. She doesn’t tell us anything about it” said Maggie who was eager to break the awkwardness and get the man to spill embarrassing stories of Amelia’s youth.

“Well to begin with she wasn’t a midget”.

“What do you mean” asked Arizona confused as to how her already petite and tiny friend could have grown shorter through the years.

“Oh she used to wear these six inch high heels and run around them all day. Until this day I still don’t know how she did that without falling every two seconds. She also used to show up wearing the tiniest crop tops I have ever seen. One could think that she was a teenager coming for a check up rather than the doctor ready to cut into people’s brains. Also her hair was different. It was longer and darker and straighter”.

“Yeah, well times change” proclaimed Amelia hopping to change the subject and ignore the surprised looks of her husband and friends.

“Now you just wear sneakers and scrubs. They’re all missing the fun Amelia here” teased Sheldon.

“Should I be offended Sheldon. Did you suddenly fall out of love with me? Is it the hair? Am I too old for you now? Do you only love me when I wear sic inch stilettos?”

“Still no filter I see. But no. How could I ever stop loving you?”

The others sat confused looking at each other not knowing how to react to this weird inside joke between the two friends.

“Am I missing something here?” asked Owen growing slightly irritated and annoyed and even slightly jealous and confused of the chemistry between HIS wife and her flirtatious friend. He was less than pleased with the current turn of events.

“Oh it’s just an old inside joke that has remained through the years. As some of you may already know I had come here in the past to perform a surgery with Derek and I saw Derek’s best friend Mark for the first time since I was like twelve and we ended up sleeping together. After that I returned to LA and for two weeks I hadn’t slept with anyone, which for me was a record back then, and I was so damn horny. Addison and another friend suggested sleeping with Sheldon, who at the time I didn’t really know. So I went in to his office and asked him to have sex with me, but this idiot over here refused saying I had serious daddy issues”.

“But you do my sweet child you do” said Sheldon half serious half joking.

“Shut up Sheldon”

“Wait you slept with Mark?” asked Meredith interrupting the friendly banter. “Is that a thing in the Shepherd family? Like is it a test you all have to pass?”

“Kind of. All of my sisters have slept with him and Addison who really is my sister…. well she more that slept with him”

“Yeah well after that Amelia was mad with me and then she met Ryan who was like the love of her life at that point and forgot about me but by that time it was too late and I was already in love with her. Fast forward to this day a lot of things have happened and we both have had a lot of relationships after that but it’s just a joke that withheld the test of time” and just like that Sheldon finished the story. By the time Sheldon was done speaking Owen’s face was red and fuming.

“You slept with Mark Sloan and tried to sleep with him. You are unbelievable”

“Are you serious Owen? That was like a hundred years ago”.

”Doesn’t matter” argued Owen acting like a young child ready to throw a tantrum.

“Dude seriously you didn’t know her then. She would sleep with seriously anyone” said Sheldon to calm Owen down, which only earned him about the millionth hit for the day from Amelia.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Who else have you slept with that I know?” asked Owen wanting to hunt down and kill every single guy his wife had ever touched but at the same time also scared to know the answer.

“No one Owen. Just Mark. And maybe Jackson” muttered Amelia waiting for the explosion to come.

And it came. “WHAT” screamed Arizona at the mention of Jackson’s name.

“It was just one time when you were gone and I was horny and he was just there” explained Amelia as simply as possible trying to calm her husband down but failing miserably.

“Just so you know he’s dead by tomorrow. And I want a list. Of everyone. Every single one” growled Owen who looked like an animal ready to pound on someone.

“Well that is definitely fun to hear. I’m so glad I came” exclaimed Alex who was enjoying the situation a little too much, which earned him a couple of shut ups from Meredith and Arizona and an agreeing smile from Nathan who was too trying to hide his amusement.

After everyone had calmed down the dinner continued without anything too exciting happening and the night ended with a lot of hugs from everyone and especially Sheldon, much to Owen’s dismay.

As soon as the door closed, Owen pined Amelia to the door his eyes filled with desire.

“Well someone is excited I see. To what I owe the pleasure” purred Amelia seductively.

“To your good friend Sheldon who has let my imagination run wild with picture of you in stilettos and cropped tops” responded Owen as he finally closed the gap between them and carried his hot, even with flats and long shirts, wife to their bedroom.

A little later both were catching up on lost air, slowly coming down from the high of their orgasms.

“Please remind me to tell Sheldon thank you tomorrow” said Amelia, to which Owen simply nodded.

“I still want that list though” said Owen, as Amelia groaned and kissed him resuming their previous activities and getting ready for round two.

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My Boys: Beneath the Surface - Chapter 6

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My Boys: Beneath the Surface – Chapter 6

Owen watched a few feet away from him as Amelia frowned with the cell phone on her ear. The sound coming from the TV prevented him for hearing what she was saying, but Owen wasn’t all that worried about listening. Instead, he would much rather to be looking.

His wife distractedly paced back and forth in the hallway while talking back to whoever she was having a conversation with over the phone, and the healthy glow on her face after spending the entire day outside in the sun didn’t escape Owen’s eyes. The colorful pajama shorts exposed her toned, shapely legs and bare feet. The gray tank top she was wearing provided him with a vision of her adorable cleavage, her chest going up and down with every breath as she excitedly spoke. Owen’s eyes lingered on her round, petite shoulders and the way her entire body moved as she now laughed at something the person on the line had said.

The trauma surgeon completely gave up on the news reporter who now talked incessantly on the TV, watching his wife with a delighted smile on his face. Even though over the years Amelia had turned into a responsible adult, mom of five and head of department, to him she would always be that lively, smiley young woman who liked to give tight hugs and devoted herself completely to everything that was important to her.

“Owen, you won’t believe this, I have the best news ever,” Amelia came in his direction with an excited look on her face, “Addie is going to make it to the wedding this weekend! Isn’t that amazing?”

He agreed with a head nod, genuinely happy that they would see Addison Montgomery.

“Is Jake coming too? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“No, he is not,” Amelia said with a somber voice. She knew that as Owen had gotten to know Jake, the two guys shared an affinity. “But at least we’ll have good company there!”

Amelia’s insult to her family caught his attention and when he noticed the mischievous smile on her face, Owen couldn’t help himself any longer. Closing his hand around her fist, he swiftly pulled her into his lap, holding her captive in his arms.

“I thought your friend William was already good enough company?”

Amelia noticed the spark in Owen’s eyes as he tried to hide the contempt in his voice, but the way his jaw was tense was a telltale of his absolute antagonism towards the situation.

“Oh, boy, this took long enough to come up,” Amelia chuckled with joy, seeing the undeniable signs of jealousy in her husband’s eyes and voice. Two days had passed since Liz had showed up and Amelia had used the situation to make peace with Owen, but they hadn’t yet talked about the previous Sunday night dinner at Nancy’s house and the person who had been introduced to her husband.

“What has?” Owen asked with a serious, ill-tempered voice, unable to hide his discontentment.

“The William talk,” Amelia straightforwardly answered, feeling her husband’s arms possessively tightening his grip around her. Seeing Owen so worked up was absolutely endearing, because he never admitted to jealousy. Bending over, Amelia surrounded his neck with one arm and looked deeply into his eyes, being charming on purpose. “I’ll tell you all about him if you admit you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Owen promptly agreed, for the first time feeling annoyed at his wife’s adorable dimpled smile.

“Owen,” Amelia insisted with stubborn determination, having more fun than she imagined. After seeing his refusal to voice he was jealous, Amelia splayed one of her hands on the curve of his jaw, seductively forcing eye contact with him. “You are so jealous.”

“I am not,” He insisted, fighting the urge to trap her underneath him on the couch and wipe that silly smug smile off her face with his lips. “I just find it interesting that you like to brag about how you share absolutely everything with me, how you often say it to my face to make me talk to you even when I don’t want to, but when it comes to your family you never give me any explanations when I ask you. Not one.”

Owen watched as the impact of his words was slowly processed by his wife. He wasn’t going to admit to anything because he was sure that once he knew who that silly looking neurologist was, the guy would soon after fall into indifference for him. But since Amelia was pestering him so much, he couldn’t help annoying her back, knowing how she avoided the subject like the plague. Preparing himself to hear a ton of accusations and to be stared at with the scorn of icy blue eyes, Owen looked his wife into her eyes expecting to receive a deadly glare back.

“Oh my God, you’re such a jerk,” Amelia burst out laughing, completely surprising him. Her good mood was contaminating and before he could notice, Owen was genuinely smiling at her. “You are such a pain in the ass, Owen, did you hear what you just said?”

Her laughter was infectious and Owen heard himself laughing too.

“Oh, so when you attack me it’s a fair play but when I throw some truths at your face, I’m being an ass?” He raised one eyebrow at her, curious to see how she would deny doing that.

“That’s exactly how it works,” Amelia surprised him once again, being cute on purpose. She leaned over and kissed his lips with a smile before adding, “I knew you had potential somewhere in you.”

“You are unbelievable…” Owen rolled his eyes, feeling her lips playfully kissing him as her muffled laughter echoed in the room.

Silence slowly replaced their words as between Amelia’s kisses, Owen sneakily captured her lips with his own, kissing her with erotic intensity. She didn’t protest it when his hands firmly grabbed her thighs, shifting her so that Amelia would be straddling his hips. His strong arms pulled her closer, making her chest collide with his as his hand dug through her mass of dark curls.

“See how jealous you are?” Amelia pestered him when Owen finally broke apart, having more fun than before. “That wasn’t your I love you kiss, that was your I need to show you you’re mine kiss,” She reasoned, loving to annoy him.

He looked at her with the impatience of who was trying his best not to lose control.

“Kissing you isn’t at all what I do when I am trying to show you you’re mine,” Owen warned her. “Wanna see?” He asked her with contained fury.

Amelia noticed the vein pulsating in his neck as his entire face got rigid. He was getting worked up and she knew it.

“I’m waiting for your admission,” Amelia musically spoke, aware of the reactions that could follow.

“Why does it matter to you to hear me say I am jealous?” Owen kicked the ball to her corner.

Amelia frowned, caught by surprise. She didn’t have a witty, quick response to that. Her teasing face gently transformed into a frustrated expression.

“Because,” She sighed, knowing she was giving him all the power, “I hate it how I always tell you I’m jealous of those women who are always on your back at work, trying to get your attention, and yet you never ever admit to me that you’re jealous. How do you think that makes me feel?”

Owen starred at her face, seeing the honesty behind her amazing blue eyes. Amelia was just too generous and affectionate. She was good and modest enough to make a sweet, selfless declaration, while he felt like a heartless bastard. Her loving confession broke all of his defenses.

Amelia was taken aback when Owen’s lips touched her in a sweet caress. His hands went from her legs to her face and dug in her dark locks, driving him crazy with her inebriating wonderful smell.

“This is my I love you kiss,” He shared with a tender smile, wrapping one arm around her back gently. “I love you and finding out about that guy really bothered me. I don’t like the way he looks at you,” Owen added, rolling his eyes at the admission. Amelia smiled and bit her lower lip playfully, reveling in the closest thing she would get to a confession from him.

“I know,” She smiled lively, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder. They stayed in comfortable silence for a few seconds while she relaxed against his chest, feeling Owen’s hands idly running up and down against her back.

“I want to punch every guy who ever looks at you like that, but I can’t, because we don’t live in the jungle,” Owen confessed after a while, making his wife crack up at his words. “Of course I am jealous of you, Amelia. How can you think I am not?” He added, thinking about her adorable figure and how it perfectly matched her amazing personality.

“You did punch my ex fiancé,” She brought her head up to look into his eyes, smiling widely at the memory. Amelia was pregnant with Megan at the time James had briefly moved to Seattle and after he’d inadvertently hurt Amelia’s fist by holding her, Owen had gotten a bit too physical with him during a basketball game with the guys from the hospital.

“He is lucky I didn’t break his entire face,” Owen’s jaw got harder when he was clearly assaulted by the same memory as his wife. “I still can’t believe he dared to touch, let alone hurt you.”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” Amelia smiled mischievously.

Owen squeezed her hips in response to her insistence, mesmerized by the happiness stamped in her eyes.

“You’re annoying.”

“I know.”

He let out a chuckle and kissed her temple, feeling his wife nestling closer to him. Soon after, Owen’s attention shifted to the reporter on the TV and he stayed quietly laying against the couch with Amelia propped on his lap, relaxing against his chest as his hand idly caressed her hair.

“Why do news reporters in Connecticut always talk like they’re the Queen of England?” Amelia complained at their grammar propriety, more focused on their accents than on the news. ”They’re so preppy…”

“Maybe because they’re journalists,” Owen replied back, laughing at her indisposition. “Reading and writing is basically their jobs.”

“And to think I almost moved out here once,” She shook her head in disapproval.

“You did?” Owen raised his eyebrows. That was news to him.

”Yes,” Amelia replied with simplicity. “When I almost married William.”

“When what?”

Amelia let out a chuckle, finally getting to the subject she knew they would eventually have to talk about.

“The house Will lives in right now?” She bit her lower lip in question, seeing Owen give her an assertive nod in response. “Well, he kinda bought it for us to live in.”

“Kind of?” Owen didn’t think he could be more shocked. Owen tried to organize his thoughts and process the information, but he was so surprised that he just couldn’t. “Amelia, were you engaged to him?”

Owen thought he knew about all the important relationships Amelia had had in her life. She had told him all about Ryan and then James, and how she had once committed herself to the trauma physician back in Los Angeles. And Owen had told her about his ex girlfriends, including Beth and his ex wife. But he couldn’t process the idea that Amelia had missed out on telling him about someone so important. Someone he hadn’t even heard about up until recently.

“We weren’t officially engaged, but it was kind of expected of us to get married…” Amelia started out, seeing she wasn’t helping her case at all. “Okay, I know you’re confused,” She said, smiling at how eagerly Owen agreed with a head nod. “I’ll just tell you everything from the start.”

“Okay,” Owen decided, unsure about how he felt in face of the whole situation.

“Okay, so I grew up in Queens, New York, alright? You know that,” Amelia sat up and slid over to Owen’s side on the couch, keeping her legs on his lap. “Will was one of the kids in the neighborhood. He and his brother went to the same school as we did. Even though my brother and sisters were much older than me, Will was only three years older, so we kind of bonded when I was a teenager.” Amelia took a pause to make sure Owen was following up. “We sort of dated when I was in high school and…Well, not really dated. I was only fifteen. We were each other’s firsts,” Amelia confessed. “He knows about my drug problem,” She clarified, seeing in Owen’s face he had wondered but was too polite to ask. “In fact I very often used to lash out at him whenever I was having a particularly bad day, poor guy was like a punching bag… “She paused to breathe, feeling deeply regretful about that. “So, at eighteen, I overdosed, nearly killed myself, went to rehab and he was already in Harvard Med. When I got out, I tried for a clean start and decided to give us a chance at a real relationship. You know? I wanted a clean slate, wanted to do the right thing and leave all those awful experiences behind me.” She sheepishly admitted. “That’s when the whole plans thing started out. Will made a lot of plans,” Amelia explained, purposefully hiding the fact that while she had always nurtured fraternal affection towards William, he had always been helplessly in love with her from the day she had broken into his room and had sex with him for the first time when she’d been only fifteen years old just because her friends had talked about sex like it was a big thing and Amelia wanted to prove them wrong. “Of course it didn’t work out that well. Not for me, anyway. He was not what I wanted and I was really nasty to him at times…”

“Oh, really?” Owen asked with amused sarcasm, making Amelia playfully slap his arm in response.

“He always did believe we stood a chance though, and when I graduated Harvard, he was already a resident in Mas Gen… I chose to go to Hopkins instead but he never gave up pursuing me. So at the end of my residency, he got the house next to Nancy’s the same month he opened his practice. The plan was very simple,” Amelia said with a shadow of sadness behind her eyes. “We would get married, live in a rich city in Connecticut, maybe commute to New York for work and have a bunch of kids. All exactly like my brother and sisters did.” Amelia confessed, letting out a breath through her nose. “It just felt like the ideal plan, the plan everyone had followed, you know?” She sheepishly asked, looking for Owen’s sympathy. Back then, she had been desperately looking to give her family reasons to feel proud of her, something Amelia had felt she never had, that in William’s plan, she saw an opportunity to redeem herself for all the sorrow and disappointment she had caused. “So I said yes. I agree to the whole thing and Will was so happy, I don’t think I have ever seen him so…” Amelia’s voice trailed off as she looked up from her legs to Owen’s eyes. “My sisters were too, everyone was thrilled, supporting it and telling me it was the right choice and I believed them,” Amelia broke eye contact with her husband, feeling embarrassed. “But then the whole thing just started to feel suffocating, you know? I would wake up in the morning and listen to my mom making wedding plans and I knew, I just knew that wasn’t me. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t be happy. So I took off.” Amelia confessed, torn between pride and shame. “I accepted a fellow position at Dr. Ginsberg’s team and I left.”

She looked up to her husband, looking for traces of judgment in his eyes, but found none. Amelia knew she had run many times over in her life, including the day of her wedding. But somehow, from all the people she had ever run from, Owen was the only one she had always come back to.

“So you just broke up with him?” Owen frowned, suddenly feeling sorry for the guy as he tried to process the whole chain of events his wife had told him.

“I called Will and explained. Of course he was heartbroken and I felt really guilty… Then he tried talking me into coming back home a few times and so did my sisters and my mother. At the time, Derek was already in Seattle,” She explained.

“So, basically, you did to him the same thing you did to James when you moved from LA to Seattle?” Owen realized, frowning heavily. “Oh, God, Amelia, was there a time in your life when you didn’t pull runaway bride?”

“I didn’t do it with you!” She complained, offended.

“You did!”

“But I came back,” Amelia argued, like that was a winning argument. “So it doesn’t count.”

Owen stared at her in confusion and the whole absurdity of the situation caught up with him.

“Wait a bit, let me get this straight.” He shook his head in confusion. “Did you just say you lost your virginity to that guy?”

When Amelia icily stared at him in return, Owen realized he’d asked the wrong question.

“Of all the things I told you, this is what you absorbed?” She glared at him, nodding her head in disapproval. “Unbelievable, Owen…”

“What?” He scoffed defensively, finding her lovelier than ever. “You just said you wanted me to show more jealousy. I am.”

Amelia accusingly squinted at him, showing she did not agree.

“I just said it bothers me that you had sex with him,” He confessed. “I don’t like it that he’s seen you naked, I don’t like it that he was your first, I don’t want to imagine it because it bothers me to think of you with anyone else. I can’t… I can’t imagine it,” Owen vexingly admitted. “There, I said it. Are you happy now?”

He kept on staring Amelia in the eyes, searching for traces of smugness, anger or even amusement. But when his wife’s face was taken over by a sudden expression of panic as she quickly got up from the couch, Owen was left alarmed as Amelia fled the TV room like it was on fire. He heard the loud cry of one of the kids and the whole thing startled him.

“Oh my God, I am being attacked!”

Owen only had time to turn his neck around when he saw Amelia run while an enormous moth flapped its wings aimlessly in her direction, while Danny and Robbie quickly worked their way to catch the insect, visibly distressed.

“What the hell, Danny?” Amelia took her hand to her racing heart, stepping away from the enormous winged bug her sons seem so relieved to have captured. “What are you doing with that gruesome monster inside the house? Where did it come from?”

“It’s mine,” Danny defensively said, looking like he was on the verge of tears. “I saved her.”

Amelia rolled her eyes with impatience and stopped at a safe distance, trying to take a closer look at what was going on. She noticed as Owen came serenely walking from the TV room and crouched down by the boys’ height, trying to assess the situation.

“What’s going on, guys?” He calmly asked, looking from Danny’s red puffy eyes to Robbie, while the oldest twin regained control of the big insect.

“Dan found the Moth by the pool today,” Robbie informed. “We called her Domino.”

“Because of the round spots on the wings?” Owen asked thinking it was clever. But as he stared at the insect, he noticed one of its wings was severely crooked, which could explain the lousy flight route the moth had taken.

“Because of the pizza,” Danny explained with a sniff, obviously still emotionally shaken. “Dad, she had her wing nearly cut off, I think a bird tried to eat her,” He explained, horrified, looking from the bug to his father. Owen noticed how his lower lip was trembling when his son added, “so we rescued her and brought her up to our room and fixed her.”

“You fixed her?” Owen questioned, looking from the moth’s crooked wing to the twins and the finally to Amelia’s expression of full aversion as she kept her distance. “How?” He patiently asked.

“We used glue,” Robbie said like it was obvious. “Paper glue.It worked.”

Owen fought the urge to laugh when he looked from Robbie to the moth and then at Danny, who nodded assertively like the two brothers had just executed the most brilliant plan in history. Inspecting the bug more carefully, Owen noticed how the crooked wing could be justified by the craftsmanship of two not very delicate eight year olds.

“You glued it?” Amelia’s shocked expression was evident when she looked from the twins to Owen, receiving his reprimand for not controlling herself in return. “They glued it!” She justified herself, still unable to believe it.

Owen censored her again with his eyes, not at all surprised. Amelia was a big city girl and absolutely dreaded the idea of anything remotely close to spending time outdoors, such as camping, trails and especially bugs.

“Did you try letting it back outside?” Owen gently asked, knowing how sensitive Danny visibly was. “You can’t keep her inside the house, Dan. She belongs out there in the yard.”

“Yes,” The boy replied with a broken voice. “We waited a full round of Mario Kart so the glue would dry and opened the window to let her free.”

“But instead of flying outside, she flew down here, towards mom, just falling like that,” Robbie explained, looking proud enough for the two of them. “I don’t think Domino can fly very well.” The boy added with a stern, disappointed face.

Owen breathed out through his nose at the same time he ran a hand through his hair, looking up at Amelia for support. She understood quickly and immediately sympathized. He didn’t have the courage to tell his eight year old sons that in their best intention to help the insect, theyhad probably damaged it forever.

“Look, how about we put it back outside by the pool?” Owen suggested, feeling cruel for he knew the animal would probably find an unpleasant fate that evening. But he’d rather feel like he was the monster and let his children go to bed in peace instead of letting the duo realize that the moth wouldn’t be able to fly again. “Maybe Domino shouldsleep where she is used to so she can recover faster. If you keep her in a jar, it won’t do her any good,” He bargained, hoping the boys would accept it.

“But can we put her somewhere really deep into a tree so the birds can’t reach her?”

“Of course,” Owe sighed, happy that the boys had promptly accepted the suggestion.

Amelia watched from distance, relieved to see the gigantic flying bug gone. She smiled as she saw Owen having to climb a tree outside, in the dark, just to make sure their kids felt good for the kind action they’d taken. There were certain lengths that only parents would go to see their children smile and Amelia knew this was one of those occasions.

Afterwards, she kept busy putting the boys to bed while Owen showered, complaining about the several wood chips and leaves that had gotten stuck in his hair as he’d climbed on the tree. When Amelia finally made her way back to their room, after checking on the other kids, she found him fresh out of the shower, finishing putting on his pajama pants.

“That was an interesting ending to the evening,” Amelia smiled, lying on her back and crossing her ankles on the mattress. “Poor Danny was so worried about that monster that he took nearly an hour to fall asleep,” She shared, watching as her husband got in bed beside her.

“The poor moth would probably have been better off if the bird had finished eating it.”

“Owen!” Amelia protested with incredulity. “That’s horrible.”

“It’s nature,” He reasoned, turning on his side and propping his head on an elbow. “Birds eat moths, it’s how it goes.”

“Yeah, but the boys were so upset at the idea, let them be naïve and kind hearted for as long as they can… The world is already too vicious as it is.”

“Why do you think I went through the trouble of climbing up a tree at ten pm on a Wednesday?” Owen gave her an impatient sideways glance.

Amelia laughed and pulled his head down for a quick kiss, feeling his hand circling around her waist.

“So, where were we?” She teased as they pulled apart, ready to resume their conversation. “You were saying…?”

Owen rolled his eyes at her, suggestively squeezing the curve of her waist to make her quit the bantering.

“Did you really lose your virginity when you were fifteen?” Owen relaxed beside her, idly running his hand from her sides to her stomach beneath her top. “I’m not judging, it just feels really young for a teenager to be having sex.”

“Yeah, I did,” Amelia confessed, not looking too proud of it. “I was an idiot. My friends in school were always daydreaming about boyfriends and Prince Charmings and I wanted to prove to them that sex didn’t have to be such a big deal. It was stupid and it didn’t mean anything,” Amelia added. “I mean, I’m glad it ended up being with someone I actually knew but I was so impulsive back then that if it hadn’t been Will, it would have been a random guy, and that would have been much worse.”

“Was it that bad?” Owen asked, frowning.

“It was ridiculous. We barely knew what to do and he was so nervous that I had to take the lead,” Amelia confessed and it didn’t surprise Owen. “It lasted thirty seconds.” Owen couldn’t control a fit of laughter and just as he was recovering his wife asked, “How weird is it that we never talked about this?” She furrowed an eyebrow adorably, “Oh, wait, you told me about that nasty girlfriend you had once… What was it again? The one who dumped you for a college guy?”

“Grace,” Owen let out a sigh. “Isn’t that ironic? She was far from being graceful,” He joked, smiling at his own predicament. “We were both eighteen, in the end of our senior year. She was the first girlfriend I’ve ever had and two hours after we’d had sex for the first time, she dumped me.”

“Maybe it’s because you were lousy in bed,” Amelia provoked, watching him scowl at her in response. “But did you lose your virginity with her?” She asked, clearly having fun.

“Yes,” Owen admitted with a smile. “But it was probably better than yours though,” He maliciously stared at her. “Mine lasted a whole forty seconds.”

Amelia’s loud laughter echoed in the room and she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for another kiss, wiping the remaining droplets of water from his blonde locks with the tip of her fingers.

“I’m glad it wasn’t such a horrible experience for you,” Owen confessed, enjoying the touch of her hand on his face, “mine was pretty heartbreaking… And here I thought that it is usually better for guys than it is for girls.”

“What do you mean?” Amelia asked with curiosity, smiling when her eyes caught sight of his blonde eyelashes.

“Well…” Owen hesitated, unsure of how to phrase it. “I may sound sexist but I have always imagined that teenage guys care more about the physical part of sex while for girls, especially younger girls, the experience is usually more impacting. You know?” He brought up his head and looked her in the eyes. “I am speaking from personal experience… The older, mature women I’ve been with seemed more comfortable having one night stands but when I was younger, the girls usually wanted some sort of emotional connection before having sex.”

Amelia pondered about it for a few seconds and her heart constricted a bit. It was true. Back when she was a teenager, she was so rebellious and hurt that in a very typical way, she’d desperately looked to prove her own points and make up her own mind. It wasn’t until years later that she realized how much she’d hurt other people and even herself in the process. But her childhood hadn’t exactly been the easiest one and her struggles as a teenager had been a part of her search for her own identity. Amelia had acted out a lot as a teenager, rebellingin retaliation for always feeling like being herself had never been enough to her family.

Where sex was concerned, even though she liked Will a lot, it had never had a deep meaning because she had never been in love with him. Later on, she’d had sex with other guys, but never really got emotionally involved with anyone. It had been fairly easy to keep her sex life and her feelings two complete separate things. And it wasn’t until she had conceived a child and made plans to start a family that it all started to change. After losing her first son, sex had changed its meaning for Amelia and at the time, she had even wondered if she would ever get satisfaction from it ever again.

But it wasn’t until she’d met Owen that she really found out how amazing sex really was and how wonderful it could be when she was connected with her partner. While most women started their sex lives with girly dreams and after bad experiences some became more open and emotionally detached when it came to being with someone, Amelia had done the complete opposite. Owen had introduced her to a whole new concept of making love and she had found out it was far much better than having sex.

While still capable of sweeping off her feet, Owen had his own special way of alternating dirty words with love confessions and it drove her delirious with desire. Sometimes, he would look at her with so much lust in his eyes that Amelia felt like the most seductive woman on the planet, but then he would lovingly stare at her and sweetly kiss her lips, making her melt with adoration for him. They had amazing chemistry in bed and she couldn’t even consider the idea of being with someone when Owen was the only one she wanted and loved. Amelia trusted him completely and because of that, she was able to give all of herself when they were together. And only after meeting her husband she had found out how deeply meaningful sex could be.

“So…” Amelia started and when she bit her bottom lip, Owen knew he was in for another round of teasing. Whenever she got too emotional, it was an automatic reaction to resort to bantering to avoid feeling that vulnerable. “Are you saying you have the heart of a young girl?”

“No,” Owen touched his forehead to hers and smiled mischievously. “I’m saying you don’t.”

“Ohhh….” Amelia playfully pretended to be offended, welcoming him as her husband moved to her top. “And are you going to do something about it?” She teased, wondering if Owen knew just how much better he was than any girly dream she could ever have had about marrying the perfect guy.

“Close your eyes and you’ll find out,” He replied with a dirty grin before turning off the lamp on the nightstand and finally capturing her lips with his.

It was true what Owen had said about being unable to imagine Amelia with other guys. He loved her too much and truth was, he was jealous. Amelia wasn’t his because there was a piece of paper with their signature on it stating that they married; she was his because she chose to be every day. She was also his most certain choice. And it really didn’t matter that they’d had other partners in the past. Because Owen knew they were each other’s choice in the present, and that wouldn’t change throughout their entire future.

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alright, I left you guys with an overflow of fluff to gear up for what’s about to come! I‘m stoked, let’s do this!

#omelia #owelia #amen #myboys #myboysfanfiction #mbbs #greysanatomy #greys anatomy #greysanatomyfanfic #greys anatomy fanfiction #owen hunt #amelia shepherd #omeliafanfic #omeliafic #amenff

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robbinsarizonas · 7 years

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Los Angeles (Part 4)

So this part is a modification of this prompt from @omeliafics ‘Amelia is at the airport about to leave for LA when she gets severe abdominal pain, she’s taken back to the hospital, Owen receives her at the ER. They discover she’s pregnant and that she has a partial placental abruption (where the placenta partially tears away from the wall of the uterus). Her and Owen face their issues and the rest is up to you :) I’d love to see your take! If it’s not for you then please send it on, I’m really interested in reading it’ and I have been planning it forever, but not actually able to write it cause I wanted to do it justice. Thankyou to whoever’s idea this was, because it was a really amazing idea. Here it is :)

“Aaaand, we’re done.” Amelia said, putting everything down and stepping back away from the patient. “Harvey can now live a full and happy life.” She announced with a smile, the familiar feeling of a successful surgery making itself at home. “I’ll check on him in post-op.” She walked towards the doors to the scrub room, taking off her gloves and watching as the automatic doors slid open.

She still wasn’t entirely used to being back in LA, after living in Seattle for so long it was strange to be in an environment that was familiar, but so different from the usual everyday routine that she had become used to. She walked up to the sinks and turned on the tap, watching as the water started running down into the drain below. She scrubbed thoroughly, and felt her phone vibrate in one of her pockets.

Drying off her hands, she took out her phone and saw the name ‘Maggie’ spread across the screen. Reluctantly, she pressed ‘accept’ and put the phone to her ear.

“Maggie.” She said, almost sighing as she spoke.

Of course, leaving without telling anyone where she was going was bound to evoke a response from the people who cared about her, she had just been hoping that it wouldn’t.

“Amelia, where are you? Owen said you left a note ‘Don’t make this your fault’ and you didn’t come home.” Maggie said, her voice radiating a ‘concerned sister’ vibe, even though Maggie and Amelia weren’t actually related by blood.

“I’m fine Maggie.” Amelia responded, refusing to actually tell Maggie where she was because she /really/ didn’t want anyone to follow her, no matter how much she cared about them, and she really did care about Maggie.

“You’re okay?” Maggie said, a slight amount of relief running through her words. “When are you coming home? Everyone’s been worried about you... Meredith-”

“Yeah, I doubt that /Meredith/ was worried.” Amelia said bitterly, because it wasn’t like they exactly had a good relationship.

Then she felt it. A pain, a needle sharp stabbing pain in her abdomen.

She placed her hand over where it hurt and tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong. The thing was, she wasn’t too brilliant at self diagnosis, and the pain was getting worse as the seconds went by. She pressed down on the sinks in front of her and tried to keep breathing normally, but now she was feeling lightheaded. She put her phone down on a nearby surface and ran a hand through her hair. She looked up at the ceiling and took a few breaths, then everything went black.

“Amelia???” Maggie’s voice came from Amelia’s phone. “Amelia, are you still there???” She continued.

Lights started to flicker and the world started to come back into view. She didn't want to open her eyes however, it felt like too much, if she just kept them closed maybe she would keep feeling fine. She was absolutely kidding herself by thinking that, because she kept her eyes closed and everything was not fine. The pain was back, or rather, the pain was still there. The pain hadn't gone anywhere, she had passed out, at least that was probably��what had happened, but she didn't want to think either. Thinking was just making it worse.

She opened her eyes and she could see white hospital ceiling, only it wasn't staying still, they were moving. They were moving pretty fast, but she didn't know where they were going. She tried to sit up, and immediately got stopped by some hands shhhing and telling her to lie back. She rolled her head over and there was Addison standing beside her, walking along at a fast pace, fully decked out in her scrub cap and blue surgical gown.

"Addie..." She tried to speak, but she realised she couldn't. She could speak, but not properly. There was something on her face. An oxygen mask. It was placed over her nose and mouth and being held in place with elastic bands to keep it still as they moved. She grabbed and pulled at it, just as she felt tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "Addie..." She said again, the name coming out more choked than normal speech, more like a sob rather than a word.

Addison looked down at Amelia and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle rub. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." Addison comforted, taking one of Amelia's hands and holding it with a firm, caring grip.

"Addie, it hurts so bad." Amelia said, wriggling around a bit because she just couldn't help it. It felt like something was trying to get out, and they didn't care what hurt they caused to do so.

"We're taking you to surgery, we'll be there soon." Addison said as they went through the double doors to the OR hallway.

Amelia's brain went into panic mode when she heard the word 'surgery' because that meant the cause of the pain was either significant, or serious, and her 'trip' had just got a whole lot more complicated. She couldn't however voice her panic, because the pain was just too much to handle.

"Okay, I need you to give me a squeeze." Addison said, looking down at Amelia who was still wearing the same 'dazed but terrified' expression.

"Addie, I.." Amelia started, because she really didn't think she could right now.

"Quick squeeze." Addison said, letting Amelia know with her face that she could do it, she knew she could.

Amelia squeezed as hard as she could, and then she relaxed. They lifted her onto the table and she looked around the OR. The only other time she had seen an OR from the patient's point of view was when she was a teenager and she crashed her brother's car. Those kind of thoughts weren't exactly the thoughts you wanted to pop up before going under, but somehow she couldn't seem to fight them. They really wanted to stick around.

"Count backwards from 100." The anesthesiologist said reaching over and putting the mask over her face. She didn't even reach 98 before she was out, and the fuss of the emergency surgery began around her.

She moved around a bit before actually realising she was awake, the jolt of pain coming from her abdomen shocking her into realising. Moving clearly wasn't the best idea.

She rubbed her eyes slightly and blinked to get the room around her properly into view. She was in one of the St. Ambrose patient rooms, they all looked the same, this one could have easily been any of the others. There were no noticeable differences. There was a window if Amelia turned to one side, and a door if she turned to the other. She couldn't see anything out of the window though, outside was absolutely pitch black. She turned to the side with the door instead, and before being able to look out into the hallway, something inside the room caught her eye.

Red hair.

A man with red hair was asleep in the chair next to the bed.

Owen was asleep in the chair next to the bed.

Amelia had no idea what he was doing here. She had told him not to follow her, because she knew that he would, but yet somehow he was here in Los Angeles sitting next to her bed fast asleep. He started to stir, changing position and letting out a little yawn before sitting up properly and opening his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Amelia said in a bit of a shaky voice. She was still feeling pretty groggy from the anesthesia, but she was fighting against the urge to go back to sleep and she was determined to win.

"Addison called." He said, moving his chair a little closer to the bed. "You're okay." He breathed out a sigh of relief.

When Addison had called him in Seattle and told him that Amelia was having emergency surgery, his mind had been able to think of nothing else but Amelia being okay, which wasn't guaranteed when he had got on the plane. He felt like he could finally breathe properly again, he could finally let go of the tenseness that had built up in his body. She was okay.

"I don't-I told you not to come after me." She said, because she didn't really know what else to say.

"Amelia, I'm your husband..." Owen said, because even though she had run away, that didn't mean his feelings for her were gone. Oh no, they were there and they were raging.

"Owen-" Amelia raised her voice, and then stopped because she felt a little bit dizzy.

"Do you have any pain? Do you need-I can get water?" Owen asked, because something had just happened then, but he wasn't quite sure what.

"Pain yes, water no. I'm-I'm fine, I just-" She said, one part of her wanting to tell him to go home and another part of her wanting him to lay down next to her and soothe her.

"I'll talk to the nurses, maybe they can up-" Amelia cut him off before he could say any more.

"Owen," She started, running a hand through her hair and sighing. "Thankyou, for uh, coming, but you don't have to stay. Don't think you have to." She said, making sure to make it clear that he can go, he can go back to Seattle and do whatever, and she'll stay here and do whatever.

"Pain meds." He replied, standing up and walking up to the door like Amelia had not even spoken.

"Owen-" She stopped him. She didn't want any meds, she didn't want to have to do that. She didn't want to have to think about that. She was fine. She was okay. "I'm fine, I don't-" She said, not finishing the sentence.

"Amelia." Owen sighed, because she had just had pretty major surgery and pain meds would make recovering much more tolerable. He understood where she was coming from, but he also really didn't want to have to see her in pain.

"I'm fine." She spat out, rolling her head slightly sideways to get a little more comfortable against the pillows.

"You should sleep." Owen sat back down in the chair. He wasn't going to force her to take anything, so he had given in.

He leant backwards and looked over at Amelia in the bed, wishing he had some sort of ability to read minds or something.

"When I said you don't have to stay..." She said, closing her eyes and pulling the covers up a bit more.

"I heard you." Owen said, because he had heard, but hearing what she had said didn't mean he was just going to stop fighting.

#omelia #amen #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #fanfic #*#addison montgomery #maggie pierce

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criminalhotch · 6 years

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My Home is You-Grayson Dolan Imagine

A/N: This is part three to An Old Flame! Part Two is Little Black Dress which both of them are linked. I am glad you guys are enjoying this! After I thought about it some more I think this series is going to be closer to 10 parts. Some will be about as long as these three parts and others will be longer or shorter. Part 4 will be up some time next week possibly on Sunday. Like I said once this is finished I would love some requests especially some involving Ethan but you can definietely send them in now!

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Grayson, and DADDY! Grayson

Word Count:3,390

GRAYSON’S POV

I decided to call Y/N because it was easier. “Hey, how about I pick you and B up then we can all drop them off at Ethan’s?” I asked. “That’s fine Gray. Should I plan on him staying the night?” she asked. “That’s up to you” I answered truthfully. “He will be out by 10 at the latest. I don’t want to wake him. He sleeps like me, once I am up it takes forever to go back” I explained. “Just have him stay at Ethan’s. E will love having a kid who likes trucks and cars instead of princesses and tea parties” I chuckled. “Ok, I will see you in a few hours then,” she said. “Ok beautiful, see you then,” I said and hung up. I was asking her to be mine tonight before she leaves again hoping that this would stop her from second guessing herself in the future.

It is 6:30 and I needed to leave so I could go pick up Y/N and Bentley with the girls. “Addison, Amelia!” I yelled, and they soon came running from their room. “Ready girls?” I asked. “Yes, daddy,” they said together. We hopped in the Jeep and before I knew it we were at Y/N’s parent's house. “I thought we were going to Uncle Ethan’s?” Lia asked. “You are but Bentley is going with you while Y/N and I hang out again before they leave tomorrow” I explained. “I don’t want Bentley to leave” Addy muttered, and I could tell she was going to cry. “He will be back before you know it, sweetheart. Don’t cry” I smiled at her and she nodded. We walked up to the door and I knocked. Y/N stood there looking even more beautiful than she did the last time. A tight red dress that squeezed her curves in just the right ways and the same strappy heels from the other night. She was driving me crazy already. “Ready?” I asked her and Bentley. “I am nervous,” she said. “About Bentley?” I asked. “No about seeing Ethan. He has to hate me” she said. “He doesn’t hate you. He didn’t like what happened, but you make me happy and that’s all he wants for me. He liked you, he always has. He is just overprotective” I explained, “Don’t worry”. I pulled into his driveway as he walked outside to meet us. “Uncle Ethan!” the twins screamed running to him. Ethan adored my girls and they adored him. “You must be Bentley,” he said squatting down to him. “I am and that’s my mommy,” he said pointing to Y/N. “And that’s Grayson,” he said then pointing to me while we all laughed. “I know, buddy. He is my twin, just like Addison and Amelia” Ethan explained then giving him a fist bump. “Go inside, Aunt Brooke is in there” he yelled to the kids. “Hi Y/N,” Ethan said then he motioned for them to hug which she accepted. I could see the relief leave her body. “Be careful, you two” Ethan snickered. “Fuck off, E!” Y/N and I both said then we all laughed again. “I’ll see you guys in the morning. Have a good night” Ethan said walking towards the house. “Oh, we will” I smirked.

Y/N and I were having a really good time at dinner, laughing and chatting. We were just simply enjoying each other’s company. “Can we go watch a movie?” she asked. “I don’t know what’s showing” I responded. “No, silly at your house” she giggled. “Oh, of course” I chuckled slightly embarrassed. She was so stunning and amazing. We left the restaurant soon after. “What movie do you want to watch?” I asked. “You want to watch Forrest Gump?” she suggested. “Anything you want, babe plus it is a classic,” I said as we pulled in the driveway. We headed inside quickly as New Jersey is cold at night especially in November. “Gray” she yelled from my room. “Yes beautiful?” I called while climbing the stairs. I walked into her being tangled up. Her necklace caught her earring and her zipper was stuck in her dress. I started to laugh. “Help meeee” she whined. I untangled her ungodly mess. God, her body was mesmerizing. She caught me staring, well admiring her because she interrupted my thoughts by waving her hand in front of my face. “Can I borrow some clothes?” she asked. I had kept the shirt of mine she always used to wear. I handed her some black sweats and the beloved shirt. “You kept this?” she asked. “Yea, it doesn’t even fit me anymore,” I said. “Why?” she asked. “It smelled like you and there was too much sentiment. I didn’t want to” I explained. “Oh, Gray” she whispered. “I hurt you so bad. I am so sorry. I feel like the worst person to ever walk the planet. How can you stand to even look at me?” she asked as her eyes fell to the floor. I could feel my eyes welling with tears. “Truthfully?” I said “I never stopped loving you. Every day I wished it would have been you that was pregnant. I knew you wouldn’t have left like Elizabeth did. I knew deep down that even though I was hurting you needed your time and space, so I respected that. There were worse things you could have done. All you ever did was love me and care for me. I also knew I would never be truly happy unless I was with you. I knew that it wasn’t because you didn’t love me or that you were unhappy I knew it was because it was a bad situation that you couldn’t grasp and that is why you left. I have been waiting for the right time to do this but Y/N” I paused. “God damn, you are so beautiful and that makes this even harder, but can we make this real, make this official?” I asked, and she nodded. “So, you’ll be my girlfriend again? You’ll be mine again?” I asked as a tear finally rolled down my cheek. “I would be more than happy to, Grayson,” she said kissing me. When we released she wiped the tear from my cheek. “You are basically crying in front of me. I can’t imagine how many tears have fallen from your beautiful eyes because of me” she sulked. “Hey, hey that is in the past now. You’re mine again and you were mine then, every bad thing in between doesn’t matter now” I said kissing her head and she smiled. “Let’s go watch Forrest Gump,” I said grabbing her hand. Honestly, I was thrilled to watch a movie with her, nothing sounded better. “You want to watch it in here? The movie is on Netflix” I said. “Fine with me,” she said as she ran then Superman jumped into my bed. I laughed at her inner child then shook my head. I put on gray sweats and as I was rummaging for a good shirt I felt small hands around my waist. “No shirt,” she said pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “What if I get cold?” I asked. “You are like a personal heater, babe. You will be fine” she assured. “As long as you cuddle me” I negotiated. “You acted like you have a choice,” she said as I got in my bed with her. She immediately laid her head on my chest and in that moment, I was content.

We were almost halfway through the movie when I started toying with her. I rubbed her through her-well technically my sweats. “Graaayy” she whined. “What baby? Tell me to stop” I dared. “No, don’t stop,” she said so I went faster. She moaned under my touch and I was already starting to get hard. I pulled down the sweats without any notice and I heard her gasp. I pulled her panties off very swiftly and threw them somewhere on the floor. I began to rub her clit softly. “Grayson” she moaned. “Oh no, baby girl” I growled. “Tonight, that’s not my name”. “Graaay” she moaned. Now she really wanted to piss me off. I rubbed her clit hard and fast. She screamed my name but only to piss me off some more. “What’s. My. Name” I growled before placing a hickey on her chest after each word. I pulled her to where she was now straddling me, but she knew who was still in control. “Your. Name. Is. Grayson” she said each word with a smirk. “Oh, you want punished, don’t you princess?” I asked as I applied a very hard slap to her ass. “Yes, daddy” she complied. “About time, baby girl” I smirked as I smacked her ass again but this time on the other side. “I’ll let you pick your punishment. You can either let me fuck you with my mouth until you are screaming my name or I can use my fingers on this” I said as I ran a finger through her pussy “While using my mouth on these until you are about to come then I’ll deny you of what you so desperately want” as I finished I wrapped my mouth around her nipple flicking my tongue over it and hearing her moan. “Pick princess” I chimed. “Mouth on my boobs and finger on my” I didn’t even let her finish as I thrusted a finger inside of her then attaching my mouth to her right nipple sucking harshly. “Daddyyyy” she moaned loudly. “That’s my name baby girl, don’t you forget it,” I said. I entered a second finger into her without notice. I sucked on her nipple hard and pulsed my fingers inside of her as fast as I could. She knew not to tease me. “D-D-Daddy, I am so close” she moaned as I felt her begin to tighten around my fingers. I quickly stopped all of my motions. “Ugh,” she groaned. “You chose this princess, remember?” I explained. “I’m sorry for defying you, daddy,” she said looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. She began to move herself down my body. She kissed my chest then all the way down my torso. I had forgotten my underwear was still on, but I was painfully hard. She placed one more kiss at my v-line then looked back up to me. She added another kiss right on my underwear where my dick was begging for attention. “Mhmm” I moaned. “What are you going to do, princess?” I asked her. “I’m going to make you feel good, daddy” she hummed. “Good idea, baby girl” I complimented as she pulled my underwear down to my ankles where I then kicked them off. She wrapped her plump and swollen lips around my tip sucking lightly and I honestly could have came right there. She began to take more of me in her mouth and wrapped her hand around the rest of me working them in sync. I was in heaven and this girl is my angel. She started toying with my balls and I bucked my hips on instinct making her gag. “We’ve got to stop princess, or I am going to cum in your mouth instead of your pretty little pussy,” I said into her ear. She rose back up from her knees. I picked her up and she wrapped her feet around my torso. I spun as around and set us back on the bed. “Fuck me, daddy” she teased. “Gladly, princess but first,” I said reaching towards my drawer for a condom. “No” she muttered. “As much as I would love to be able to feel every inch of you, I am not ready for another baby right now,” I said. “I am on birth control” she informed. “Well, in that case, fuck it,” I said throwing it back in the drawer. I entered her slowly just to prepare her because I was going to absolutely destroy her in a minute. “Are you in yet?” she teased, and it pissed me off just like she wanted it to. I went from zero to hundred, real quick. Making her scream in shock and pleasure. “Oh my god, daddy,” she said as her legs began to shake. “You don’t cum until I say you can” I growled pounding into her soaking pussy with my entire strength. I stopped for half of a second. “Who. Do. You. Belong. to?” I groaned bucking my hips harder with every word as she moaned for me, for my cock. “You, daddy” she groaned. “Say my name”I ordered. “Daddy” she smiled up to me. “My real name” I corrected. “Grayson” she moaned and god I was so close. I could tell she was too. “Daddy can I cum?” she asked. “Go ahead, beautiful. I’ve got you” I granted her permission and as soon as she started coming and screaming my name I knew I was super close. “Oh god, princess” I groaned as I felt my load fill into her. “Oh, Y/N” I groaned as I came off of my high. “That was incredible” I complimented. “Definitely. Doing. That. Again.” She stated.

YOUR POV

My parents drove Bentley and I to the airport while Grayson followed with the girls. I didn’t want to leave but I knew I would be back. I had to hold back the tears while the girls hugged Bentley goodbye. “It’s not a goodbye, it’s a see you later,” I said looking up at Grayson. “I miss you already” his voice started to crack. “What’s wrong, Gray?” I asked. “I can’t watch you leave me again,” he said as a single tear rolled down his cheek. “Grayson, I promise that I am coming back. I have already signed Bentley up for preschool after Christmas. It’s not leaving, it’s like taking a vacation. I will be back in less than a month then you will have me whenever you want” I said wiping a couple of tears off of his cheeks. He connected his lips to my forehead, pressing them gently. “Thank you” he whispered. “For what?” I asked. “Coming back to me. I can’t wait until I can hold you in my arms again” he admitted. “I know Gray, I feel the same w-“ I was interrupted by a couple voices. “Daddy, can we hug Y/N goodbye?” the twins asked Grayson and he smiled sweetly. “Of course, girls,” I said kneeling down so they could reach me. “You promise that you will be back?” Lia asked. “I promise, Lia” I smiled squeezing her a little tighter. We were going to surprise the girls. I told them we would be back by Christmas, but we were actually coming back the night before their birthday. “Text me when you land,” my mom said. “Me too, please” Gray added. “Of course,” I nodded and then I heard a very obnoxious “Y/N!” I had asked Ethan to come help with Gray because I knew he would be a mess. “Why are you here?” asked Grayson happily. “I called. I asked if he would meet us before we left so you weren’t alone” I explained. “You are absolutely amazing,” he said to me before hugging me once more. “Where is Brooke?” I asked E. “She is in the bathroom she will be here shortly. “I am actually right here,” she said waving her hand shyly. “Flight 645 to Houston, Texas is now boarding” came over the intercom. “That’s our flight,” I said. I hugged everyone once more. Ethan was second to last. “You are coming back, right? You didn’t call me here because you are breaking his heart again?” he asked. I couldn’t be mad he was so protective over Grayson and I loved that about their relationship. “I promise E, I am coming back. My home is here, my home is Grayson” I told him. He smiled then hugged me again. Last was Grayson. “It’s not a goodbye,” I said. “It’s just a see you later” Grayson finished. “I will be back before you know it,” I told him. “It doesn’t feel that way,” he said looking down. “I love you, Grayson. I promise that I am coming back to you. My home is not in Texas. My home is New Jersey, my home is you, Grayson Bailey Dolan. I will see you in less than a month, ok?” I said looking at him with a small smile on my face. “I love you too,” he said smiling. “See you later, Gray,” I said as I grabbed Bentley’s hand, so we could board our plane. “See you later Y/N,” he said then waving bye to Bentley.

The month in Texas went by so fast. Bentley and I leave in the morning to drive home to New Jersey. I am driving a few hours tomorrow and a few hours the next day while renting a hotel in between. I would fly but I need my car. Bentley was also so excited to see the girls. It is December 12 so we will get back a day earlier than originally planned. I decided I would surprise Grayson as well as the twins. I am going to tell Gray that I am packing up the last few things so I wouldn’t be able to talk much so he doesn’t suspect anything. Two days across the country with a two-year-old was not fun but I know in the end it will be worth it.

It is already night time, so I have dropped the moving trailer off at my parent's house and I am on my way to Grayson’s. I texted him right before I got to his house. I parked a couple houses down before I texted him.

M: Whatcha doing handsome? G: Missing you :(

M: I will be there in less than a day, Gray

G: That is still too long

I slowly made my way to his house and quickly shut my car off. “Bentley?” I asked. “Yes mommy?” he said. “You want to surprise Grayson and the girls?” I asked. “YES!” he yelled. “We have to be super quiet, ok?” I told him, and he nodded. “I need you to go up to his door and knock as hard as you can alright? I will be right here, ok?” I said as I unbuckled his car seat then put him down. He waddled up to his door and knocked on it very well.

Grayson’s POV

I was watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas with the girls when a weird knock was at the door. I got up to open it and when I did I looked down to see Bentley. “Bentley?” I asked confused. “Hi Gwayson!” he said as I picked him up. “Bentley!” the girls yelled as I turned to put him down, so he could see them as I turned back around, there she was. Y/N. She looked beautiful as it began to snow ever so slightly. “Y/N” I sighed happily as she jumped into my arms. “I told you that I was coming back to you baby,” she said. I was so thrilled to see her, it had been a long month without them. “I’m home, Grayson. Forever. You will have me for as long as you want me, ok?” she told me as she looked me right in the eyes. “I want you forever, Y/N. I will never get tired of you. I will never stop loving you. I will always be here for you. Until the day I die” I promised her.

“What are you watching?” she asked. “The girls and I were just watching The Grinch” I explained. “Girls? Bentley? How about some hot chocolate?” Y/N suggested.”YES!” they all screamed in unison. “I’ll help you make it” I said following her to the kitchen.I have not been this happy since they day I become a dad to Addison and Amelia. I was so glad that we could try to start being a famly now that she was here for good. “I love you” I said wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on her right shoulder. She tilted her head back resting it on my left shoulder. When she was like this her mouth was parallel to my ear. Them she wispered something into my ear,something dirty. “I love you too, daddy.”

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