twenty six year old grayson had put his life in the limelight away so he could start a family.

not a day went by where he regretted it. he still had money from his charities and publicity, which allowed him to spend more time with you and the kid.

his life had truly never been better.

“morning,” he greeted as you entered the kitchen. sunlight light spilled into the room, and the kitchen smelt like breakfast.

on the windowsill a few photos sat- you, him, and your child. he had grayson’s hair but your eyes.

not only had he cooked you breakfast, but he had also made you coffee and taken your kid to school, letting you sleep in.

he moved around you, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

“any plans for the day?”

his hands settled on your shoulders, squeezing gently.