Lola

Chapter 8: Roomie

*GREY'S POV*

Today is the day Lola is finally moving into my house for a few weeks.

We've moved all her stuff she needs over to my house in the past week. I'm on my way to pick her up from her house.

Fuck i'm nervous. She makes me nervous. But in a good way.

I walk to the front door and knock.

"You can come in, Grey!" I open the door and walk into the kitchen where Lola is wearing a strawberry apron cooking.

"I'll be just a minute, the cookies are almost done." She smiles.

I give a nod calming my heart.

"Did your grandparents already leave?"

"Yeah." Her tone softens.

I walk towards her and brush her baby hairs off her face. Her cheeks turn pink making me smile.

"I'm excited to stay with you." She turns to me with a smile.

"Me too, darling."

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I unlock the front door carrying Lola's last bag full of blankets and stuffed teddies.

Fucking adorable.

Dug comes pounding over ignoring me and goes straight to Lola.

She giggles and drops to the ground letting Dug kiss her all over. She wraps her arms around his neck cuddling him.

I let a small growl leave my lips walking into the sitting room. She loves my fucking dog more than me.

"Do you want dinner?" I ask as she comes into the living room.

"Yes please."

"What do you want?"

"Whatever you want."

"That's not helpful."

"I'm indecisive."

"I can tell."

She flops onto the couch calling Dug over. I shake my head going into the kitchen.

I begin making her tacos.

I cut up the vegetables when she comes wandering in.

"Can i help?" She rocks back and forth on her feet.

"If you want."

"Can i cut the carrot? It's my favourite."

I nod stepping aside as my jaw clenches. The thought of her being anywhere near a knife makes me feel so angry.

She starts chopping slowly.

"Fuck, no, sorry." I take the knife from her.

"Hey." She frowns at me.

"No using the knifes, yes?"