you and grayson had always been like an old married couple— atleast according to friends, family, and the paps.

after a good five years of dating and two college degrees, grayson has proposed. a small wedding on a private island in Greece and a honeymoon to Fiji later, you two were officially acting like an old married couple for real.

a few years have now gone by. the two of you have a large home on the eastern coast of Massachusetts you visit in the summer and a main home in the Hawthorne House, as always. your two children, their nanny you loved as your own child, and a few dogs ran around the large halls and stairwells.

it was a calm night, around 8pm as the sun went down. grayson had the balcony doors to his personal office at the coastal house open, the breeze making the curtains dance.

a soft knock on the door grabs his attention, as he finishes his dinner e had opted to eat in his office. a small child’s voice calls from outside. “dada?” your youngest, Elliot (3) pushed the big door open with your help. his big sister, Cecily (6) came running in behind the tot as they came to tell their dad goodnight.