When I brought Grayson home, I didn't realize how much I really did want zak to know about him. It hit me one day especially hard. I was gathering my clothes to start laundry and figure out what all fits after giving birth. In the back of my closet was the two shirts I stole from Zak's house along with my broke heel from dinner with the guys. Gracie must have put a ball in my bag as well.
I collected all of Zaks stuff to throw out at some point in the day. Gray however was fussy and angry and would not stop crying. I tried to feed him, change him, burp him, nothing. Without thinking, I placed a shirt of Zak's on my shoulder like a burp cloth. Instanly, gray was soothed. In fact, we both were. The shirt smelled exactly how he did the night at the museum.
Once I had laid down Grayson, I sat on the bed and cried into Zak's other shirt. I eventually fell asleep to repeats of Ghost Adventures with my face buried in Zaks shirt. I was awoken by Grayson fussing about an hour later.
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There You'll Be
FanfictionA weekend fling in the good ole' LV leads to an unexpected secret that Evelyn doesn't know how long she can keep.
