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And Somehow, Salvation, She Looks Like You
‘You’re dealing with this very well. Considering that you just found out you have a pregnant girl living in your house.’ ‘Uh.’ Garrett keeps his gaze very firmly on his drink. ‘I - may have found your test in the trash. Last week.’ OR Garrett still has a lot of healing to do, and then he finds you.
Angst, fluff, eventual smut, unplanned pregnancy, hockey bois, DILF Garrett (Garrett’s not the father but he’s still a DILF OK), Garrett being a dad even though he’s not the biological dad because this is a kink for me apparently
And Somehow, Salvation, She Looks Like You - Chapter One
Summary:
‘You’re dealing with this very well. Considering that you just found out you have a pregnant girl living in your house.’
‘Uh.’ Garrett keeps his gaze very firmly on his drink. ‘I - may have found your test in the trash. Last week.’
OR
Garrett still has a lot of healing to do, and then he finds you.
Angst, fluff, eventual smut, unplanned pregnancy, DILF Garrett (Garrett’s not the father but he’s still a DILF OK), Garrett being a dad even though he’s not the biological dad because this is a kink for me apparently
Word count: 2,182
Warnings: language
Hello!
Long-time fanfiction writer here, this is my first time writing for our lord and saviour Garrett Graham. I feel that GG X reader fics are getting a lot more love over here than on AO3, so… here we go!
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Chapter One
Sweet Pea
This week, your baby is starting to look more like, well, a baby — your little one’s head is taking shape, while the cheeks, chin, and jaws are also beginning to form.
‘We can’t have some girl living with us.’
‘Dude.’ Logan pauses mid-reach for the just-set granola bars Tucker’s decanted, sliced, and placed squarely in the middle of the kitchen island. ‘She’s not some girl. She’s my sister.’
Dean doesn’t even look remotely embarrassed. ‘Whatever, man. Still a girl. It will disrupt the masculine sanctity of the house.’
Tucker looks pointedly at his pink apron and floral tea towel adorning his shoulder, then back at Dean. ‘Sure it would.’
‘Masculine sanctity,’ Logan echoes in disbelief. ‘Since when were you taking ethics and philosophy?’
‘Since this semester, actually,’ Dean says primly.
‘The chick you’re currently sleeping with doesn’t count.’
‘I think you’ll find it does. Especially when she does this thing with -‘
‘Yup, no, that’s enough.’ Tucker swats Dean’s hand away from the granola bars. ‘No snacks for you until you clean up your act.’
Dean gives a sly smile. ‘Could be waiting a while, then.’
‘More for us. Gare - come get some before the these other fuckers eat it all.'
Logan huffs an out sigh which, Garrett knows without even looking, is directed at him. ‘Are you even participating in this?’
Garrett shrugs, switching off the muted hockey match playing on the flatscreen TV, shifting on the sofa so he’s now fully turned towards the other three in their various positions around the kitchen island: Tucker, back turned and fussing with the oven; Logan, sat rigid on a bar stool with a hard glint in his eye; and Dean, who seems more bothered about what Tucker’s next offering will be over the conversation at hand. His closest friends - but, right now, the banes of his fucking existence.
Garrett shoves a hand through his hair. There’s an accusatory undertone to Logan’s words that he’s not sure he likes, but probably isn’t unjustified. ‘Whatever, man. Her living here isn’t gonna make much difference to my life.’
‘Um,’ Dean interrupts, resting both elbows on the island and leaning in Garrett’s general direction. ‘Have you been listening to this conversation? Girl. Living. In. House. That’s gonna make a massive difference to our lives.’
‘It just means,’ Logan sniffs, ‘you won’t be able to fuck everything that moves wherever you want whenever you want.’
‘Exactly!’
‘Garrett, you’ve met Logan’s sister.’ Tucker, ever the peace-maker, pulls a tray of shortbread from the oven. ‘What’s she like?’
Another lift of Garrett’s shoulders. Logan had already run the proposition by him, the house being Garrett’s - or paid for by his dad, at least. Truthfully, Garrett didn’t have a deal with it. So there’d be a person of the opposite sex living here? Big whoop. Garrett’s life would still be hockey, class, repeat. Interspersed with the occasional hookup, of course. Having a girl living with them might alter Dean’s life - or the life of Dean’s dick, at least - but for Garrett? Business as usual.
‘Ah.’ Garrett casts his mind back to when he last met Logan’s sister, last year sometime. Thanksgiving? Fuck, he can’t remember. ‘She seems… nice?’
‘Wow.’ A slow round of applause from Dean. ‘Smooth.’
Garrett has the decency at least to feel a little embarrassed. Logan rolls his eyes. ‘At least I know you won’t be hooking up with her. What’s with all the food stuff, Tuck?’
‘It’s the start of the new academic year.’ Tucker waves a plastic mat over the still-hot tray of shortbread. ‘We’re starting as we mean to go on.’
‘Granola, I get. Shortbread?’
‘Paleo, vegan, egg-free, reduced sugar.’
‘What the fuck is even in them?’
‘A lot of almond flour.’
Logan eyes the tray suspiciously. ‘And what else?’
‘Can we get back to the topic at hand?’ Dean takes his chance and flinches a granola from the plate, then pulls a face. ‘Pumpkin seeds? Really?’
Dean slowly deposits the granola bar on the countertop. ‘Dude.’
Logan huffs out a groan. ‘Look, guys. Garrett’s already said it’s fine. Tucker doesn’t care as long as it’s not ruining his baking schedule. And she’s obviously my sister. You’re the odd one out here, Dean.’
Dean breaks off a corner of granola and fires it at Logan. ‘Is she annoying like you and Jules? Is it a family trait?’
‘She’s adopted. So, last time I checked, no.’
‘Nature versus nurture, man.’
‘Seriously, who is this chick you’re hooking up with?’
‘She’s five seven, blonde, and has this tongue that can -‘
‘We’re taking a vote!’ Tucker announces loudly, still waving frantically at the tray. Garrett laughs, taking it as his cue to get to his feet and saunter over to the kitchen island, perching on an empty bar stool. ‘All in favour say aye!’
Dean doesn’t even look surprised when he’s the only one who doesn’t say aye.
‘Well,’ he sighs, eyeing the granola before him with disdain. ‘Fuck my life.’
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Logan’s sister moving in is so insignificant in Garrett’s life that he isn’t even there on move-in day. It’s only when he tries to park the Jeep in the driveway and sees the tiny red Fiat 500 tucked up against the garage, boot thrown open, that he remembers.
How long are you here for again? And why? Fuck - Garrett wishes he’d paid even a little more attention when Logan was telling him that his sister needed some place to stay, but truthfully, he hadn’t really cared. The new season had started, and expectations were higher than ever. The coach’s. His team’s. The crowd’s. His dad’s. The dark, post-game quiet when Garrett climbs back into his car after a match is fucking blissful. No lights, no music, no hum of the engine. Just sheer unadulterated silence.
Sometimes, he just wishes everyone would shut up and leave him the fuck alone.
He groans, runs a hand through his hair, still damp with sweat from the gym. The first few weeks were always tough as everyone adjusted to life back on campus. This year would be no different. It would pass.
He hopes.
He shoves the car door open, grabs his gym hold-all, and makes his way up to the house. He’s blocked you in, but right now, he can’t find it in himself to care. He’s just spent two hours lifting weights after spending another two hours out on the rink, and he still feels the tension coiled in the base of his spine, winding him tighter than he has any right to be. He wonders what Kendall’s up to, then remembers she has a boyfriend now. Wonders what Zoe’s doing, but she’s doing a placement year in Germany. He scowls and fumbles in his pocket for his keys. He could find someone else. Easily, which he knows sounds big-headed, but why lie about it? He scrolls absent-mindedly through his phone contacts as he jabs his key in the lock, realised it's already unlocked, turns the handle, pulls the door towards him -
Only to have someone fall face-first into him.
Not someone.
A girl.
‘Oh my god - I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there.’
He blinks. You’ve pulled away from him and are hurriedly straightening your clothes, which is ridiculous, because there’s no way he could catch a glimpse of anything, your body completely obscured by black leggings, an oversized black tee, and fluffy baby Yoda socks. He lifts his gaze and - inexplicably - feels the air leave his lungs as they lock on your face.
Pretty.
Fuck, you’re so pretty.
‘Uh,’ he says. Distinctly aware he’s still in his stinky, sweaty gym gear and in dire need of a shower. ‘All good. You - OK?’ he tacks on belatedly.
‘Yeah.’ You smile, rub a hand across your eyes. Fuck, everything about you is pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty mouth. Even the shape of your nose is pretty. ‘Sorry. Just - tired. Not looking where I was going. Yada yada. How are you? Been a while.’
Oh. Oh no. Garrett frantically cycles back through his memories of the past six months. Who are you? A girl he’d slept with? He would definitely remember if he had someone as pretty as you in his bed. A girl one of the other guys had slept with? Nope - he would definitely have remembered that, too. Maybe -
‘Wow.’ You cock a hip, rest a hand on it. ‘You don’t remember me. What a fucking Play Boy.’
Graham holds up the hand not carrying his gym bag. ‘Look,’ he says quickly. ‘If I -‘
You laugh. Fucking laugh. ‘Just messing with you, Graham. I don’t think you looked my way once over Thanksgiving.’
He pauses. Studies you again, blinking as something finally surfaces from ten months ago.
‘Girlie?’
‘And there we go.’ You nod as the penny finally drops. ‘Better get remembering my face, because you’re going to be seeing it a whole lot more.’
Logan’s sister.
You’re Logan’s sister.
Had Logan’s sister always been this indescribably beautiful? And how had he not noticed before? He feels like an idiot. Not that noticing would have made any difference, because you were - after all - Logan’s sister.
If he keeps telling himself enough times, maybe it will stick.
‘I, uh.’ He shakes his head once, twice. ‘Sorry. Not got a great memory for faces.’
‘Uh-huh. Sure. Bet you tell all the girls that. Or was it because you spent most of that day glued to your phone, watching sexy Snapchats? Maybe you’ve only got a memory for tits, hm?’
Ah. That was why he didn’t remember. He was hooking up with Brittany at the time. And Brittany really did like Snapchat.
‘Look,’ you say, before he gets a chance to think of some witty response. ‘I’ve still got some stuff to get out of the car, so… do you mind…?’
‘Oh.’ He steps to the side, still in a daze. ‘Uh - sure.’
‘Thanks.’ You breeze past him, and he catches the smell of your perfume. Garrett’s no pro on female scents, but it’s definitely something floral. Rose, maybe. Or jasmine. His mum had liked jasmines. He used to get them for her on Mother’s Day, on her birthday, their smell filling the living room and making him feel warm inside.
You get to the porch steps, then pause. ‘What time’s your first class tomorrow?’
‘Uh.’ Christ - did he have any other words in his repertoire? Any at all. ‘8am.’
‘Oh, good. I don’t need to scold you for blocking me in, then.’
‘No,’ he says distantly. ‘I guess not.’
You nod, carry on down the steps - still in just your socks - then call out to him from the bottom. ‘Logan was looking for you. He’s upstairs.’
‘Sure,’ he manages. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, a clumsy muscle he’s lost all control over. ‘I’ll - head on up.’
He does, although he’s not sure how. Maybe he teleports, because there’s no way he consciously tells his body to take him there. Or maybe he does. Right now, he feels like he’s having an out of body experience, like you in your effortless radiance have knocked his soul from his very being.
Logan emerges from the room opposite Garrett’s, Dean in tow. He grins at Garrett, leaning in for a hug. ‘Hey, man. Look, thanks for doing this again. She genuinely had nowhere else to go.’
‘All good,’ Garrett mumbles, suddenly aware that - during that entire interaction - you hadn’t said ‘thank you’ once. Should he be reading into that? Were you so conceited that you thought you were just entitled to move in here?
Or, another part of him thinks, did you rightly think he was a bit of an asshole and couldn’t be bothered with niceties when your own life was falling apart around you ears? Was your life falling apart around your ears? Fuck, if only he could remember what Logan had said -
‘So - it’s all good she takes the spare room, right?’
‘Huh?’
‘My sister.’ Logan gives Garrett a look, which Garrett vaguely interprets as are you high, dude? He jerks a thumb into the room behind him. ‘She good in there?’
‘Oh.’ Garrett gives what he hopes is a nonchalant shrug. ‘Yeah. Yeah, sure. In there’s great.’
‘Cool. No loud hookups, ya hear?’ Logan wags a finger at both the men on either side of him. ‘I don’t wanna be dealing with her complaining about your kinky sex lives. Anyway, I’m gonna go help her grab the last few bits. You’d be surprised what you can fit in a Fiat 500.’ Logan claps Garrett on the shoulder, gives him a grateful smile. ‘Thanks again, Gare.’
Logan disappears down the hallway, makes his way down the stairs. Garrett’s gaze falls on Dean, who’s studying Garrett with narrowed eyes.
‘What?’
Dean pouts thoughtfully. ‘You just bumped into her downstairs, didn’t you?’
‘Yeah.’ It definitely sounds more defensive than Garrett intended, and he tries to soften his vowels, unlock his jaw. ‘And what?’
The smile that graces Dean’s face is nothing short of mischievous.
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