Under our closet

Grayson's place

"Now I realize how foolish I was. I threw away the diamond right around my finger and took a steel instead."

"I know how regretting you feel right now." Standing up, Petra placed her hand on his shoulder, "According to Collins and Laura before they left; If you hadn't met her, you won't have believe that bad people really exist."

Running his hands through his face, he vigorously shook his head, "You're right dear, but–" Looking at her, "Why me? Why did I do it? Weren't you good enough for me? Why did I step out to get another woman?"

"You didn't step out to get another woman. I've come to understand that she was the one who stepped in and threw herself at you."

Caressing his cheeks, she smiled, "Everything has a purpose why it happened and I'm happy it turned out in a shameful way for them."

Pausing for a while, she added, "Today you found out that Liam wasn't your son after all these years you spent your life protecting him."

"I regret ever doing that, Petra." Holding her face in his hands, he tuckled a strand of hair behind her ear, "180 degree of my life, I couldn't spend it protecting my true family, the color of my blood, my true linage. I'm such a loser."

"No please don't say that. Gray, you're never a loser. Just because you made a mistake in the past doesn't classify you as a jerk. Deep inside of you, I could still feel something positive about you. Just like the first time we met."

Flashing back on their first meeting, Grayson chuckled, "You absolutely cracked me up again. You know I do remember one thing, where I caught up with you the very first time I saw you and you told me you have zero urges of falling in love."

Blushing timidly, she hid her face on his chest, "Oh stop, you're flattering me."

Wrapping his hands around her, he kissed the top of her head, "Am I? But that was exactly what you said at first."

"Yes, I admit it and then you came chasing after me like a hawk trying hard to get his prey." Snuggling closer, she smiled, "I had to give in when I couldn't handle your presence around me."

When Grayson and Petra both met each other thirty years ago, she knocked him down with an 'I don't believe in love, so back off.' Statements, he felt downcasted and insulted. But still didn't stop wandering and loitering around her until she finally gave in to his request.

"Ah, I wish time could reverse back to the good old days." Tilting her chin upwards, he smiled, "I really want to see how we started and how you usually blush every now and then from my sight."

Lightly smacking his chest, she her cheeks turned slight red instantly, "Aww, stop it."

"That's what am talking about. Exact shy look I wanna see." He chuckled.

Grabbing his face in her hands, she pressed her lips on his.

Pulling away after quite some moment, she glanced at her watch, "Oh Grayson, I have to go right now."

"But, it's still early. I was about planning on taking us out."

"Yeah but can't we do that some other time?" When he frowned grumpily and didn't say a word, she smiled and cupped his face, "My handsome boy, I promise to go out with you some other time. Max is left alone with Maggie, how's she gonna cope with that babysitting all alone?"

"I know but–okay, when next are you coming."

"Well let's say–"

"Tomorrow." He quickly suggested. Holding her both hands in his, he kissed them, "Please, visit me tomorrow."

"Of course, I'll come over by noon after lunch with Jin." Pausing for a while, she explained, "Tomorrow night is the Grammy awards for musical artists and also The meet the gala too. I took an advanced excuse from her because I won't be present there and that's why I planned on a lunch treat with her."

"So if you won't be there then who else did you have an appointment with?" He raised his brows.

Hooking her arms around his neck, she bit her lower lip, "Who else would it be if not with my baby." She pecked his lips.

"And that is?" He grinned.

"I'll be spending the night with you, right under our closet."

"Really?" When she nodded, he scooped her up. Causing her to squeal in shock.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, "Oh my, you naughty crackhead." She chortled.

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