SIX

SLYVIA'S POV

I woke up to the chirping of the morning birds outside the hospital window. I looked over to see Grayson sleeping in the hospital chair. I carefully placed Zendaya back on the bed so as not to wake her. Grayson groaned, stretched his arms, and gave a little yawn.

"Morning," I said to him softly.

"Morning... how's Zendaya?" he asked, glancing at her as she slept.

"She's fine... Grayson, um, thanks for being here," I said, as my pride finally paved way for me to express my genuine gratitude in spite of everything.

"You don’t have to thank me," he replied, his eyes sincere.

"Look, I really want to be a part of yours. I want us back together," he began, his voice earnest.

"Oh god, Grayson, not this," I sighed, already feeling the weight of the conversation.

"Wait, wait. I am willing to look past what you did years back" he said, and his words hit me like a nail.

Did he still think I slept with William? Did he still believe that lie? Suddenly, the affection I had recently sta