Forever And Ever

68. Grayson

Emery rests her head on my chest and I look down at her.

She fell asleep while talking to Leia.

Leia shakes her head, laughing to herself.

I stand up, taking Emery into my arms before carrying her to her room.

I lay her down and tuck her into her blanket before laying down behind her.

I pull her closer to me and close my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of her quiet breathing.

When I wake up, Emery is leaning over me, her hand against my forehead.

"What're you doing?" My voice comes out kind of scratchy.

What the fuck?

"You're sick, my love," she whispers, kissing my head. "Oh, Gray, I don't think we should go out to drink today. You're burning up."

"Please, mom? Please let me go?" I stick out my bottom lip.

"Please, don't call me mom. And, you have a fever, Gray, I can feel it," she clucks her tongue.

"Mommy?" I smirk at her.

"Gray, love, that's not the point," she chokes on a laugh. "You're forehead is hot."

"That's just because I'm with the hottest person in the world," I grin.

She smiles at me and shakes her head.

"I'm being serious, Gray," she takes my chin in her hand.

"So am I," I waggle my eyebrows.

Someone knocks on the door before opening it.

"Are you guys still going?" Leia pokes her head in.

"No, Grayson has a—"

"We're still going," I put a hand over her mouth.

She glares at me and Leia laughs.

She takes my hand in hers and lowers it from her mouth.

"Grayson has a fever," she narrows her eyes at me.

"Yes, but I still want to get drunk," I pout.

"Come on, Em, are you really going to tell your boyfriend no?" Leia sits on the bed next to us and puts her hand over my eyes.

"Fine," she sighs before she pushes Leia's hand away and looks at me.

"Yes," I kiss her quickly.

"You better behave. And as soon as we get back, you're going to stay in bed," she says sternly.

"Yes, mommy," I grin.

Leia chokes on a laugh and Emery fights a smile.

"I love you, you know that?" she shakes her head, laughing.

"I love you too," I smile innocently.

Leia gets up and walks out of the room, still laughing to herself.

I look up at Emery and she staring at me, worry creasing her face.

"I'll be okay, baby, I promise. I'm sure it's just a little fever. Nothing getting shitfaced won't fix," I give her a lopsided smile.

She bites her lip as she thinks for a couple more seconds.

"Are you sure you feel well enough to go?" She whispers.

"Mhm," I murmur.

"Okay. I believe you," she nods.

"Do you know what you want to wear?" I kiss her neck.