A/N Again the disclaimer. I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)
After your parents leave you take a deep breath of relief.
Grant does the same. "It wasn't so bad, uh?" He smiles.
You wrap your arms around him. "Well, it could have been worse... My dad could have actually killed you..." You tease him.
You two laugh loudly.
"Well, I'm going with you to that dinner at their place. So, it's good." Grant grins.
"Right. Get ready to suffer."
"Oh, I am. But before suffering I wanna enjoy myself..." He leans to kiss your lips.
"Hummm, that was good." You smile.
"Anything with you is good." He smiles back at you. "That's why I want to spend the whole day with you. Even if we do nothing. Tomorrow is gonna be stressful enough..."
"Oh right, don't tell me about it..."
"I don't then. Shall we start our movie marathon then?" He grins.
"Right, let me just take off this bathrobe and put on some clothes..."
Grant smiles naughtily. "So much work... Why put on some clothes? You can just take off the robe..."
You chuckle amused. "I can, can't I?" You kiss him hard. "Oh god, I love you so much." You sigh.
Grant smiles tenderly. "Why the sigh if I love you back even more?"
You shake your head in a faked disapproving way. "You spoil me. Oh dear, let me go dress or I swear I'll smother you in kisses till you choke."
You and Grant spend the day together, between watching movies, baking cakes and just kissing and cuddling.
Before you go to your parents' place, you go to Grant's so he can change clothes and check on Jett. You two still considered taking Jett with you to the dinner. Your mother would surely love it but your father would probably be annoyed and that's the last thing you want.
When you park in front of your parents' gate and you wait till it opens, Grant raises his eyebrow. "This is fancy... Not to mention the neighbourhood..."
You shrug your shoulders and you drive to the front porch.
Grant looks at the house and around. "Ok, I thought you said your father was an agent and your mother a casting director."
"Well, my father's clients are top actors and actresses, including Oscar winning ones. Why do you think he's always complaining about them?" You laugh and then add, "my mother has also major blockbusters and award winning movies in her resume, so..."
"Ok, so maybe I'll reconsider you father's offer about being my agent..." He jokes.
"If you can handle his whining..." You giggle.
At that moment your brother opens the front door. He stares for a moment at Grant. "Oh shit, it's true." He mumbles with a smile.
"Hey Matt." You hug him and you see his face looking at Grant. "Ok, act normally, ok?" Matt nods amused and you call Grant. "Grant, this is Matt, my brother. Matt, this is Grant."
They shake hands. "Hi, nice to meet you." Grant smiles.
"Hi, I'm a huge fan of yours." Matt says straightforwardly.
Grant smiles shyly. "Oh thanks. Great to have some support against your father..." He jokes.
"Oh, fool!" You giggle, slapping his arm.
You all enter the house and in a second your mother is hugging Grant. Tight hug, which takes him by surprise. "Oh, so happy to have you two here." She says smiling.
You father appears right next. "Are you here to accept my offer?" He says seriously to Grant.
Grant scowls his eyebrows confused. "Uh? Your offer?"
"To have me as your agent. I can promise you a lifetime career of virgin catholic priests and monks roles who never get to see a woman. You know, just so you can't kiss any other girl in your entire life or work other than my daughter."
You all burst into laughter and you roll your eyes. "Seriously, dad?"
"Well, now you have a job and a boyfriend. Which are incompatible. So, you can't have both. If you two stay together, you lose your job. So, I wanna make sure that you get to keep the boyfriend at least, instead of losing both."
After your parents words there's an awkward silence. As much as you'd like to snap back, you know he's right. But to hear it plain and simple like that is like a slap in the face.
Instinctively you turn to Grant, hugging him and burying your head on his shoulder, trying to hide the tears running down from your cheek.
Grant hugs you back. "It's ok, babe. I'm not going anywhere, you're not gonna lose me. Or your job for that matter."
Your father chuckles in disdain and before he can say anything your mother is pulling his arm and dragging him to the kitchen. "Enough. Why did you say that?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Oh come on, we're supposed to support her not make her feel worse than she already does. Or do you think this is easy for her?"
"It's not? It seems to me it's extremely easy for her too choose him over her career."
"I talked to her this afternoon on the phone. Away from you or Grant. I had to understand more of this. If only you'd listened... She's terrified. It was heartbreaking. She says this has all been too much for her to take. She even had a break down last night at her birthday party. She loves Grant, she says she never felt like this for anyone before. But of course she wants to keep her job as well. She's doing what she wants, she loves what she does, she's just been promoted... But she doesn't want to choose between her job and Grant. And honestly I don't think she has to. If they think she can't have Grant as her client they just have to assign him another publicist. I think it's that simple."
"She's already breached the contract. They have been dating for a month, for God's sake. Of course I also think that this could be easily solved. I just don't know if her employee and the lawyers will think the same. Who can guarantee them she won't do it again? Disobeying rules and contracts?"
"Oh come on, our daughter has always been so responsible, always doing the right thing, always obeying rules and playing by the book..."
"I know. I know that, what do you want me to say?"
"Well, you could talk to Stella... I know you don't like to ask for favors. Hell, she doesn't even know that's our daughter working with her! But she's the publicist of a couple of your clients, you two have a good work relationship, maybe if you talk to her..."
Your father smirks. "You want me to ask for a favor."
"It's not really a favor, it's just so you can make her see that Grant and our daughter really like each other and that she can perfectly keep doing her job.."
"You know that our daughter will kill us if she knows we interfered? You remember when I tried to help her to get an internship... She said no and no and no. She wanted to make it on her own. And she has."
"She doesn't need to know..."
Your father takes a deep breath. "Tell you what, we'll let her and Grant try to sort this on their own and if things go wrong... Well, then I talk to Stella."
You mother hugs your father. "Ok, sounds good. Thank you, honey."
"Ok, let's have dinner then."
When your parents return to the living room they find only your brother Matt.
"Oh dear, where are they?" Your mother asks scowling and fearing the worse.
Matt shrugs. "They have just walked out the door. I tried to make them stay but she was crying and she asked Grant to take her home. I guess you really went a little too far, dad."
"Oh, dear." Your mother runs to the door and, outside, Grant is already starting the engine. Your mother stands in front of the car waving her hands. Your father follows her and he knocks on the window on your side.
Grant stops the engine and you get out of the car with a sigh. "If you're here to tell me again that I'm making a mistake I don't wanna hear it."
"I'm not. I'm here to tell you I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so harsh. I just want the best for you."
"I know. And I understand that. But at this moment all I need and want is your support. I want the best for myself too."
"And you have our support. Come on, let's have dinner, shall we? I promise I'll try to get to know Grant. He must be a nice guy if you really like him so much."
"I love him, dad. For real. Please, be nice and give him a chance."
"I will, I promise you." You and your father hug each other and you tell Grant that you two are staying for dinner after all.
You father apologizes to Grant too and the dinner runs smoothly. They seem to get along just fine and by the end of the night you're even the one who has to interrupt the long and exciting (for them at least) conversation about sports between your father and Grant.
You say goodbye to them with the promise that you'll call them tomorrow to say how things went at work and with the lawyers.
When you're back home you just throw yourself on the couch. "I'm tired an exhausted." You sigh.
Grant sits next to you and pulls you to his arms. "At least everything went fine."
"Yeah, my mother loves you and my father liked you more than he'd ever admit so..." You smile and then you kiss Grant's lips.
Your kiss quickly grows very passionate and when you're already all turned and expecting to carry on what you have just started, Grant pulls away from you.
"Nate is not here but we can go to the bedroom if it makes you more comfortable..." You smile cheekily at Grant.
Grant smiles. "Sure, we can... But..."
You realize something is on his mind. "What's wrong? You're tired? It's fine, I'm more than happy to just lie down with you close to me. We don't need to have sex."
Grant makes a shy smile. "It's not that..."
"No? What then?" You caress his cheek tenderly.
"Well, it's not like I know much about this stuff but..." He says almost embarrassed.
You frown, intrigued by his words. "What stuff?"
"Well, we've been together for a month and we've been having sex for the same amount of time. We never spent more than two days without doing it and... Not that I'm complaining, of course." He adds quickly upon seeing your baffled expression. "Like I was saying, we have never spent more than two days apart, except for those five days over Christmas and unless it was a hell of a coincidence and it happened during those days..."
You raise your eyebrows confused. "What are you talking about? What should have happened?"
"Well..." He's visibly feeling uneasy. He shrugs shyly. "It's been over thirty days... I just never noticed you had your period."
You freeze for a moment with his words. You never thought Grant would notice it so soon. You always thought guys wouldn't even care about those matters.
You take a deep breath. "You're right. I haven't."
Grant looks at you, waiting for you to continue.
You take another deep breath. "I wish I could tell it's because my pill is a special one that makes bloody periods go away..." You giggle nervously.
He bites his lower lip even more nervously.
"I am late, Grant. For ten days now. I'm never late. I am freaking out about this. My breakdown yesterday, the stress I'm under... it's not just because of my job, our secret relationship or even our quibble over Christmas, it's also and especially because of this. I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to freak you out and I thought it was probably nothing but..." You try hard to fight your tears but you fail.
Grant immediately hugs you. "Shsh, it's fine, baby."
"I don't get it. I'm on the pill AND we have always used condoms..."
Grant kisses your hair. "Ok, let's not freak out... Before you met me, were you..."
You immediately look up to him offended. "What? You're not seriously implying that... Before I met you I hadn't been with someone sexually for over ten months..."
"Hey, hey, calm down, babe. I wasn't saying that or implying anything like that. I was just asking if before you met me, meaning, before this month, something like this had ever happened before."
"No. I told you. I'm never late. Last month I had my period when I was supposed to. It was a week before I met you. And all the other months were utterly regular..." You look at him worried.
"Have you done any pregnancy test?" He asks almost afraid.
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