A Little Bit Married

The Gray Gavin

We ate in silence, and apart from the occasional times when I turned to help Kris eat or clean something up for him, we were pretty quiet throughout.

Kris started to fall asleep immediately after eating, and I picked him up, putting him on my arms, his head resting on my shoulder.

"Are you coming up now?"

Gray shook his head slowly, and I nodded my understanding, then turned away, taking Kris upstairs. I took him to our room and tucked him in.

He was sleepy, but his tiny hand held mine just as I was about toxleave, his eyes sleepily looking up to me.

"Is there something you want, sweetheart?"

He shook his head. "Thank you, mummy. The food was delicious."

I smiled, leaning closer. "Daddy cooked it. Should I tell him how much you liked it?"

He nodded, a yawn escaping him. "Yes. Thank you, Daddy."

I smiled, patting his head till he finally gave in to sleep, his lips half parted. I leaned away, tucked him in, and then kissed his forehead.

He was extremely adorable, and I understood why Gray had become so incredibly protective of him after just a day when he had been adamant about having nothing to do with him right before that.

He was cute and well mannered, and even though I wish he could talk more, I still like him just that way too.

I closed the door behind me and slowly went down to Gray. He was laid back, shirtless, his shirt lying on the floor next to his seat, his back resting on the chair's backrest, a glass of wine dangling on his lips.

"Hey," I said, struggling to keep my eyes on his face.

He smiled at me, then leaned and poured a glass of wine for me. "Wanna get a little tipsy?"

I bit down on my lips. "For you, I guess."

He gave me a small one aided smile before he leaned back, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"Kris said thank you. He said it was really delicious."

Gray smiled, his eyes twinkling. "That's very nice to hear."

I smiled, nodding in agreement. I brought the wine glass to my kips and took a sip out of it, then looked up to him. "This tastes very good too."

He smiled. "It is from our winery."

My eyes widened. "You have that too?"

He nodded slowly, a smug smile spreading on his lips. "I could take you there if you want to see it."

I immediately nodded. "I do."

He leaned forward, his arms resting on the marble dining table, his eyes holding mine. "What do I expect to get in return?"

I bit down on my lips. "You are probably the richest man I know. What would you possibly want from someone like me?"

He gave a small snicker, his hand slowly raising my chin so my eyes could meet his. "Are you asking me what I would want from my wife?"

I turned away, then gulped the entire glass of wine. He chuckled and leaned away, his eyes boring into my soul, his smile small, but sure.

"I mean... yes. When you are this rich and..."

He broke into a laugh. "Not everything is about money, Angeline."

I sighed as he stood up, then walked towards the mini bar. I expected him to grab a bottle of wine, but he grabbed something smaller, flat, like a card, and walked right back to me.

He sat in his original seat and leaned to me, his other elbow keeping his weight on the dining table, his eyes meeting mine.

"I saw this... while I went out for supplies in the morning."

I looked down at his hand, but his fingers were still covering it, shielding it from my view.

"What... is that?"

He sighed, then slowly handed me the card. It was a black card that held an invitation to a luxury one person restaurant and dining, offering a romantic and quiet getaway for a night.

My eyes lifted up to him, my brows slightly furrowed. "It's an invitation."

He nodded slowly. "I was hoping you would come with me. Tomorrow by eight. Kris will get his nanny by then, and a driver will bring you to me. Wear whatever you want. You will look stunning anyway."

I felt my cheeks redden, and I swallowed, then slowly nodded, dropping the card on the dining table. "Is this... a date?"

He slowly nodded, his eyes holding mine. "It is a date."

I smiled, biting down on my lips slowly. "I will come."

He smiled, then took a sip of his wine. "Perfect."

We fell into comfortable silence, and my eyes fell on the card once more, my heart swelling just a little.

"Gray?"

He looked up to me and tilted his head to the side, his eyes a little clouded but still clear. "What of Aunt Althea?"

He gave a small sigh. "The police want to examine her body more for the sake of the investigation. They are hoping to find some clues, and after that, they will give the body back to us."

"Are you going to bury her?" I asked, my eyes taking him in.

His eyes met mine, and he slowly nodded. "Her illegitimate son is paralysed and unable to even think for himself. I have to do it, not because I forgive her, but because I want her chapter closed as soon as I can."

I reached out, holding his hand. "You will be fine, Gray."

He nodded. "Of course. I will. I have you. I have Kris too now. I doubt anything will come my way."

I smiled. "You are warming up to him now, right?"

"He is quite easy to like," he said, a laugh escaping him. "From his ability to sleep anywhere to the way he cried when you introduced me... oh, and the cute way he says daddy."

I laughed, nodding. "You are so in love, Gray."

His eyes settled on me, purple haze covering them, his hair falling in a few loose strands down his eyes, shielding them a little, like he had a few mysteries hiding behind those strandy shadows, waiting for me to come forth and unlock them.

"I agree," he said, his eyes fixed on me, a small smile caressing his lips, his hand twirling his glass slowly.

My heart went on another dangerous override, skipping beats here and there like it was nothing, all on its fast route towards him.

I shook my head and put a hand on my chest, breathing out a little loudly in an attempt to calm my jumbled nerves

"Too hot?" He asked, then leaned, grabbing the remote to the air conditioning. He turned it up higher, then turned to me, gauging me to make sure I was fine. Like he wasn't the real culprit and blaming it on the temperature of the room. I would be lying if I said I had even noticed the temperature in the room, talk more of having any sort of reaction because of how hot or cold it was in here.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded, then supped my wine, my chest heaving. I dropped the glass and filled it halfway again, then looked up to him.

"Would the trip to the winery be a date too?"

"Is that what you want it to be?"

I swallowed, then shrugged. "Perhaps. Even tonight feels ike a date."

He laughed. "You read my mind. Even tonight feels like a date."

"If only none of that had happened, you know. Whoever is behind it is out there still, and we are just waiting on him to strike again."

He watched me for a long moment, then nodded. "Forgive me for bringing you into this mess, Angeline."

I shook my head. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Gray. I would appreciate it if you don't apologize for it anymore."

He smiled. "I know the possibility is still right out there, but we won't just stop living, right, Angeline? We are not going to hide in here and simply wait our lives out."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You are making it seem like a date is some big deal."

"It is to me," he said, his eyes meeting mine through his dark lashes. I caught the bright red colour in his ears, and it only endeared him to me more.

He was just as human as the rest of us, and I now knew some of his mannerisms. Staring at me through his lashes whenever he got a little shy. That was just one of them.

"Is it?"

He nodded. "I pondered over so many ideas on how to ask you out on a date with me."

I broke into a laugh. "The Gray Gavin?"

He nodded, leaning back as he slowly sipped from his wine glass, his fingers passing through his hair as he smiled.

"You are right. The Gray Gavin."