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Your Dad's Perfect Anxious
Grayson POVI know it broke the rules, but the thought of sleeping alone without Sammi felt impossible. The idea of waking up without her next to me, especially today, wasn’t something I could handle. So, I ignored everyone’s advice and held her all night. Her steady breathing, the warmth of her body against mine—it was the only thing that kept my mind from spiraling. But as dawn broke, I knew I had to slip out. I left around six, the bed still warm from where we lay.Now, I’m standing here, waiting for her.Zade has my phone. That was my decision. All morning, I felt this overwhelming urge to message her, to check in, to tell her good morning, to see if she was feeling okay. It had almost become an obsession, an uncontrollable itch I couldn’t scratch. So, in a rare moment of rationality, I handed Zade my phone. If there were any problems, he’d let me know. He promised.And of course, there was one issue—she found out about Joel. It wasn’t a big thing, but it was something I had kept
Your Dad's Perfect Ceremony
Grayson POVAs she gets closer, my heart calms. She’s here. She’s with me.I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, burying my face in her shoulder. I had promised myself I wouldn’t fucking cry, but here I am, tears falling silently, unbidden. The emotion is too much, too overwhelming. The relief of having her in my arms, knowing she’s here, and knowing she’s mine—it’s breaking me in the best possible way.“I’m here,” she whispers, her voice soft and steady. It’s the calm I need, the assurance I hadn’t even realized I was waiting for. I nod against her shoulder, my body relaxing, a weight lifting off me that I hadn’t noticed until it was gone. Those two words—I’m here—they mean everything right now.We separate just enough to face the officiant, who smiles gently at us before beginning the ceremony. His voice is low, reverent, as he speaks about love, commitment, and the journey we’re about to embark on. But my mind is focused entirely on her—on Sammi, standing in front of me, he
Your Dad's Perfect His Speech
Grayson POVWe've all eaten, and now it's time for speeches. Zade clears his throat as he stands up, his eyes scanning the room before finally settling on me and Sammi. There’s a pause, and I can tell he’s gathering his thoughts. His usual confident smirk is absent, replaced with something more serious, more reflective.“For those who don’t know, I’m Zade—Grayson’s best friend and Sammi’s brother,” he starts, his voice steady but softer than usual. “I’ve known Grayson practically my whole life. We’ve been through more than most friendships can handle—fights, laughter, all kinds of stupid decisions... and somehow, we’ve always come out the other side stronger. Grayson’s not just my best friend; he’s family. He’s always been there for me, no matter what. But today’s a little different.”He shifts his weight slightly, glancing at Sammi.“Today’s different because now I have to share him with the person I’ve always been most protective of—my little sister, Sammi.”Zade lets out a small ch
Your Dad's Perfect Not Shouting
Sammi POVZade’s speech still lingers in my mind, playing over and over, each word settling deeper into my thoughts. I was so ready—no, I am so ready—to confront Willow and Joel. The urge is burning in my chest, the questions sitting at the back of my throat. Willow is my best friend—besides Grayson, of course—but that doesn’t mean she gets to keep secrets from me, not like this. My eyes follow them across the room as everyone mingles, laughing and dancing. Joel and Willow are standing close but with this awkward distance between them, both trying so hard to hide the obvious.They’ve been caught. I know it. They know it. And yet, they’re still pretending like it’s nothing.Before I can move to them, Zade’s voice pulls me back. “Don’t do it, Sammi.” He’s standing next to me, his voice low enough that no one else can hear. I turn to face him, my brows knitting together in frustration.“What do you mean ‘don’t do it’?” I ask, confused. Zade looks at me with that big-brother gaze, the one
Your Dad's Perfect His Hurt
The lights dim slightly as we move to the center of the room. The air shifts, growing softer, more intimate, as the music begins to play—a slow, gentle melody that fills the space with warmth. Grayson’s hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer, and for a moment, I forget that anyone else is here. It’s just us, in this perfect little bubble, away from everything.His eyes lock onto mine, and there’s something in the way he looks at me—like he still can’t quite believe this is real. His other hand takes mine, and he leans in close, his voice barely a whisper. “You ready for this?”I smile, my heart swelling in my chest. “I’ve never been more ready.”We start to sway, moving in time with the music. Each step is slow, deliberate, but effortless, as if we’ve been dancing together like this forever. The world around us fades away, the laughter and chatter of the guests dissolving into background noise. All I can hear is the soft music, the sound of his breath mingling with min
Your Dad's Perfect Zade's Darkness
Grayson POVI walk out of the building, my eyes scanning the quiet darkness outside, searching for Zade. The party inside is still in full swing, but my mind can’t settle knowing Sammi’s in tears and Zade’s out here somewhere, carrying the weight of whats been tearing him apart.As I round the corner, I see him. He’s sitting on the ground with his back pressed against the brick wall, his head lowered, arms resting on his knees. The way he’s sitting, closed in on himself, tells me more than any words could. Zade never lets himself look vulnerable, but tonight, he can’t hide it. It's like stepping back in time, only this time, he's not trembling or crying.I sit beside him without a word, letting the silence fall between us. It’s always been like this with us—we don’t need to talk right away. I know if I push him now, he’ll shut down completely. He’s got to come to it on his own. I wait, the seconds stretching into minutes.“You should be inside with your wife, not out here with me,” Za
Your Dad's Perfect Happiness
I cradle Sammi in my arms, carrying her up the stairs. She smiles softly, but I can see the flicker of worry in her eyes—for Zade. I want to tell her everything, to ease her mind, but I know that revealing the truth will shatter Zade when he learns she already knows.In the bedroom, I gently set Sammi down and slowly unzip her wedding dress. I lift it with care, hanging it up reverently, fully aware of how much it means to her and everyone around her. When I turn back to face her, a smile forms on my lips—she’s absolutely breathtaking, more than I ever imagined. I had so many plans for tonight, but now, none of them seem enough for the woman standing before me.Our eyes meet, and in hers, I see a reflection of the same love and desire burning inside me. Silently, she reaches for my tie, tugging me closer as her fingers deftly undo the knot. It feels like time has slowed, the outside world fading away, leaving just the two of us in this moment. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine,
Your Dad's Perfect Our Life
This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such.Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring.It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way—not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him.I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house.They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely diff
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