Today's the day.
My first day at the journalism company.
Well it's not only my first day.
I push that thought away.
I decide on black dress pants that flare out at the bottom, a blue and white striped button up, along with a black blazer, and lastly black Mary Jane shoes. My hair is in two pigtail braids.
Grayson is taking in a good look of me in my outfit, a mischievous look in his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips.
He needs to stop.
"Grayson. The limo is ready for you and Y/n." Oren says.
Grayson takes one more look at me and walks out.
"Organized Chaos"
The places headline reads on the building.
I'm already obsessed.
"Hello, I'm the boss, Mark Sanders."
He's looking at me weird, he has a smirk, and he looks me up and down.
I fidget under his gaze.
Respectfully, no DISRESPECTFULLY ew.
Grayson takes immediate notice and takes the advantage to place a kiss on my cheek, reaching to shake Mark Sanders hand.
"Grayson Hawthorne."
He wraps an arm around my waist tightly.
In a reassuringly possessive way.
God help me.
"Follow me." Mark says.
Grayson leans down to whisper in my ear, "I got you, love."
I swoon so badly.
God, I could kiss the crap out of him.
But we still haven't talked about it.
I know, okay, I know.
Soon.
Maybe later.
"This is your office, you'll share. You are a team. Y/n the writer and Grayson the photographer."
Yeah, so now we'll be forced to talk.
He's my husband it shouldn't matter.
"You are welcome in my office anytime." He says to me.
I look at him in utter disbelief.
"Excuse you-" I begin.
"Watch your mouth, you have no idea who you're messing with." Grayson says stepping in front of me.
The world bends to the will of Grayson Hawthorne.
"I apologize. I'll stay away." Mr. Idiot says.
He leaves.
"I'll never let him mess with you, nor make a move on you," He says looking at me intensely. "I promise."
I flinch at 'I promise', that's what they always say.
"Mr. Idiot was not it. I was about to vomit on the spot." I say.
He smiles.
"Mr. Idiot?" He looks amused.
"Mhm, he can keep his third grade pick up lines to himself. Though, not even a third grader would say something that ridiculous."
He smiles at me in a way I know he's missed this.
Missed us.
"Oh, not again!" I say running to a trash can, no wonder I wanted to vomit.
I actually had to.
"It's okay," Grayson says rubbing circles on my back soothingly. "Let's get you home."
"Grayson, I haven't had shark week. And this is the second time I've thrown up in a week."
"Do you think-"
"I don't know."
He exhales, smiling.
"We'll get a test, okay? God, I hope so."
I may be pregnant.
Authors note:
Okay so there's still a maybe, I haven't made a final decision yet.
But omg Grayson being excited for a baby is so cute!!
We shall see what comes next.
Hehe
Check out:
"THE SIDE YOU DON'T SEE"
And
"WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS"
