Pure Bliss ♡ GRALAINA
i feel like writing gralaina is long overdue hehehehhahHAHEHEHEHEHE here you go alaina i had feels while writing bc my oTP
Grant was practically jumping up and down in his seat as he turned onto his street. He grinned as he caught sight of his house and the car parked in front of it. Grant felt as though he hadn’t been here in forever; he had gone out of state to film for a movie and hadn’t been home for almost two months. It wasn’t the house or street or car, even, that had him excited, however. It was the girl he shared them with.
His grin widened as he parked the car in the driveway and got out, moving towards the door. He could see light streaming in from a window on the side of the house; Alaina was awake, apparently, and in the kitchen.
The door unlocked and he moved through the house silently, meaning to surprise her. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen, chuckling quietly at the sight before him. Alaina stood in PJs with her back towards him, leaning forwards against the counter with what looked to be a cookbook held up in her hand. There were several ingredients and cutlery strewn across the counter.
“Fuck the book.” She murmured suddenly, tossing the book aside carelessly much to Grant’s delight. Thatwas definitely his girl.
Not being able to handle waiting any longer, Grant crept across the kitchen, maneuvering around the island to the counter. His hands found her hips and settled, resting his chin on her shoulder with a simple,
“Hi.”
Her entire body tensed, clearly not recognizing who was behind her. A hand on the counter moved, inching towards another item resting there. A knife.
“Okay, whoa, are you really not excited enough to see me that you’re willing to stab me?” Grant teased, one of his hands reaching up and stopping hers, lacing their fingers together. The body in his arms spun around to face him at once. “Oh so now you recogniz-”
“Grant!” Alaina shrieked, flying into his arms. Grant laughed, surprised, as the force knocked them backwards into the island behind them. Multiple items were dropped to the ground but neither of them really cared. He wrapped his arms around her tightly,
“Ever so clumsy, huh?”
At the words, she pulled back just enough in his embrace to slap him across the chest, “God you’re such an asshole, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Alright, alright, sorry for surprising you. Damn, your slaps actually kind of hurt now, did you get stronger in two months or what?” Grant asked with a smirk, catching both of her hands in his. Alaina rolled her eyes.
“I’ve been this strong thanks. Why’re you back?”
“There wasn’t much left to do and I wanted to see my girl. Missed me?” He asked, leaning in and kissing her gently. She rested her head in his chest,
“Never. Did you miss me?” She answered teasingly.
He leaned down, nuzzling his nose in her hair, “You know I did.”
They were both smiling when they pulled away, and Alaina turned back to the counter, “Well, we’re here now. Feel like being my sous chef again?”
“Of course.” Grant watched as she tossed a few ingredients randomly in a bowl, “Maybe you should follow the recipe this time, babe.”
He picked up the cookbook and flipped through the pages, finding the one she was going to make. Alaina scoffed.
“The recipe is just a suggestion.”
“Oh yeah, I know. ‘Fuck the book’, right?” He repeated her earlier words fondly. She smirked in response, making him laugh. “Do you ever do anything this says?”
He indicated the book in his hands. She shrugged, innocently reaching into the bag of flour.
“I don’t know. Does the cookbook say to do this?”
Grant blinked. Flour, suddenly streaming down from his hair, seeped onto his glasses and clouded his vision. He reached up and pulled them off, looking down at the shorter girl with the still innocent expression in front of him.
“You are so not getting away with that.”
An egg flew from his hand and landed on her shirt, cracking up and spilling all over her clothes. With that, a full-blown food fight resulted, time stolen away and spent with chasing the other with whatever food immediately available. Minutes turned to hours but neither of them seemed to notice, perfectly content with having fun like two immature children rather than grown adults. As Grant finally caught Alaina by the waist and pressed their lips together, a feeling of happiness erupted through his body. Living the life of his dreams with the girl of his dreams, Grant was absolutely in pure bliss.