bike ride. (G.D.) (blurb)
Summary: gigi and her daddy sneak a bike ride while her mama’s at work.
Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader
WARNINGS: bad writing, v short
helloooooo :) just a quick cute lil post to officially end my hiatus. enjoy!
a big thank you to @not-gbd for sending me this adorable concept.
UNEDITED
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“Bunny, I need you to listen to me, okay?” Grayson knelt in front of the little girl that sat at the edge of the couch, a thick plastic helmet adorning her head. “This is important.”
“Portant. Okay, daddy.” She nodded.
“So, we’re going to try something new today.” He fastened the kneepads to her body, making sure the Velcro wrapped around her knees tight, but not too tight. “Daddy got you a bike.”
“Bike?” She gasped. “Is it pink?”
“It is pink, cookie.” He laughed, picking her up and setting her to stand on the floor. “You wanna ride your bike?”
“Yesyesyes!”
“Okay, so here’s what’s gonna happen, honey, and this is the important part—mama doesn’t know about the bike. So we’re gonna ride it while she’s at work, but we can’t tell her it’s here.”
“Why no, daddy?” That was weird in her mind. Mama knows everything. Well, at least, that’s what Gigi was under the impression of—in reality, little girl and her dad get into most of their hijinks when her mama isn’t at home.
(Y/N) and Grayson have had the conversation about Gigi getting a bike, and they—well, she—came to the conclusion that their daughter didn’t need a bike because she was still too small.
(Y/N) was terrified of the idea of Gia riding down the sidewalk and losing control of her feet on the pedals, then an injury happens, and…it’s an unneeded stressor in their lives.
But Grayson thought, she’s a kid, she’s bound to get hurt, and a skinned elbow or two will build character. So last week when he went out to the tires rotated on his Porsche, he bought the toddler a bike and hid it in the shed.
“Because… it’s a surprise.” He shrugged. Sure, that’ll do.
“Oooooh. I like dat, daddy. Prise mama.”
The pair walked—well, as much walking as Gia could do with bright pink kneepads—to the front of the house, where a sickeningly pink training bike sat. It had matching pink ribbons dangling from the handlebars and an iridescent pouch attached to the front. There were white training wheels attached to the back wheel of the bike, which he was certain she wouldn’t enjoy but would (obviously) need.
“Bike’s pretty, daddy!” She cheered, hopping from foot to foot with excitement. She ran to it and sat herself on the seat.
“Yeah? You like it?”
“Mhm. Like Barbie.”
“Well, let’s get you situated, and we can ride down the block together, how’s that sound?”
She nodded happily. “Okay!”
He dug up his bike from the depths of the garage—and the depths it was in, the bike was shoved away after he decided to make the garage his building station—and put on his helmet. He got Gigi onto her bike and made sure she was comfortable, then got on his. He closed the garage and opened the security gate for them to ride down the street of Downtown Los Angeles.
“Fun, daddy!” She shouted as she rode in front of him on the sidewalk. She giggled as the breeze flew through her curly mane.
“It is fun, baby,” he agreed with a chuckle, “keep pedalin’, cookie, I’m gonna get ya!”
She squealed and pedaled faster, but not so fast that her daddy couldn’t keep up with her.
But what he didn’t notice while watching her, was his baby blue Porsche—driven by his wife, who he was trying to avoid—drive past them in the opposite direction. Her eyes squinted at them as she slowed down, making sure that she did, in fact, see her husband and daughter riding down the block.
The two of them stopped at the corner of the sidewalk. “Hold on, baby.” He gently grabbed her arm to keep her still, pulling his ringing phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. “Mama’s calling.”
“Ooh.”
He answered the call. “Hey, honey.”
“Where are you?” She replied, disregarding his greeting.
“We’re out.... on a walk.” Did she see us? He thought.
Of course she did, but she wasn’t going to let him know that right now. “A walk.” She repeated. “Okay, just checking.”
“What’s up?”
“I’m on my way home, that’s all. I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner.”
“Whatever’s fine.” He shrugged.
“Where’s cookie?”
“Hang on, I’ll pass her the phone.” He handed the phone to the toddler.
“Hi, mama!”
“Hi, my love. How are you?”
“Fine. Out with daddy.”
“Really?”
He pleaded in his mind for her to not spill the beans, because he didn’t want to hear from (Y/N) about how he went behind her back to buy Gia a bike. “Yup.”
“That’s good, bunny. Have fun with daddy and I’ll see you when you get home, okay?”
“Kay, mama. Lub you.”
“I love you, too, bug.”
Gigi passed the phone back to Grayson. “Here, daddy.”
He put the phone to his ear. “So I’ll see you in a bit?”
“Mhm. You’ll see me alright.”
Uh-oh.