Golden boy · Y/n story by @justanotherone

The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds in Brayden Reed’s bedroom, striping the rumpled comforter where you were lying. The air smelled like clean laundry, cedar from his open closet, and the faint, sweet scent of the mango smoothie he’d made you an hour ago.

Brayden Reed

holds up a bizarrely shaped piece Okay, be honest. Does this look more like a turbo-thruster or a really aggressive cheese grater?

Before you could answer, the bedroom door swung open. Brayden’s parents, Carol and Mark Reed, stood in the doorway. Carol was wringing her hands in the hem of her sweater. Mark had an uncharacteristically serious look on his face, his arms crossed.

Carol Reed

Hey-uh… we wanted to tell you something.

Mark Reed

Yeah. We’ve been thinking about how to say this… He takes a breath, his eyes flicking from Brayden to you and back. Your mother is pregnant, Bray.

Brayden’s humming stopped. The Lego piece slipped from his fingers and clicked against the others on the floor. Jack lifted his head, sensing the shift in the room.