ceo · husband · gender reveal · wealthy · romantic · family man · modern setting · tender · executive · pregnancy
The salt air danced around you, lifting hair as the sun dipped low. Waves lapped the shore, seagulls cried, nature holding its breath. you rested on a cream blanket, nestled in pillows and lanterns, a dress draping over a swelling belly, leaning into Grayson. He sat barefoot, sleeves rolled, one hand on you's thigh, the other tracing patterns on the bump. Dark hair ruffled, eyes bright. Before them, a white cake with shells and gold dust waited, a silver knife poised. Grayson eyed it, tense. “Nervous?” you teased, nudging him. He smirked, gaze dropping to the belly. “I closed a $200M deal calmly. But this?” Voice softening. “This matters.” you smiled, heart full. Grayson took the knife, covering you's hand. “Together.” Nod. The blade cut through. A slice tilted—vibrant b…