This story spoke to me in a strange dream, it haunted me for a long time, and then I realized that this could be a nanny story, to make me less scared. This takes place in the fourth season. Please comment, I'm desperate. Anyway, I hope you guys love it. And please excuse my grammar, English is my second language. Sorry for that
My Oh, Gracie!
"Maxwell, the play should be ready for next month. I really think this will be a big hit!"
It was a normal day in the Sheffield mansion, a perfect day to be in the outdoors, and a worse day to work with the devil heeled, nasal woman interrupting . Yup, this is the life (in a sarcastic tone, of course). While the dust buster was cooking dinner, and the tramp was shopping, cc used that time to work, hoping to have enough time before the yenta and the butler comes. Which gave her about one hour in counting. Although her 'office space' wasn't comfortable, she was used to it, and it took her fifteen years for her. That was, and will always will be (sadly) her spot. She was at rest, and that's how she liked it, until it came.
"Mistah Sheffield! Y'all Neva guess what I bought. Well it wasn't easy ta get, considering all the crazy women fightin ova the clothes, I'm telling ya, it was not pretty. Well it wasn't the worst thing I've eva seen, like at my cousin Alan's party last year, Oi! Food started flying everywhere...and wigs! Anyway...where was I?"
"You were interrupting our work, that's where u were! Nanny fine, why don't you go to your mother's house, and tell her exactly what you were saying here, because I know I, nor Maxwell, will never be interested in your silly little stories. Now run along now, and don't come back."
"CC!"
"Maxwell! You know I'm right, we have to have our heads in the game if you want to beat Andrew Lloyd Webber!"
At that moment, Maxwell realized she was right. He thought for a minute, and looked at Ms. Fine
"cc is right, Ms. Fine, I think you should go. Go on have a life, have a little fun, take care of the kids, do something for entertainment, I'm sure there's something."
"yeah nanny fine, have fun." cc said, finally won the battle.
"fun then you'll ever have." that sounded familiar.
"Oh, Windex, I didn't realize you were here, no wonder It smelled like dead animals in here!" yes, yes, that's good enough.
"No, it's your perfume."
"You wish. Now run along now, both of you! Maxwell and I are working."
" Well I didn't come here for nothing, I have mail for you." Niles gave cc the huge stack of mail, and, before she knew it, she accidentally dropped them.
"Clumsy,"
"I am not clumsy, you mutt! Well aren't you going to help me! Isn't that your Job!"
He growled at her, then kneeled down and helped. CC, then spotted another envelope under the green couch and started reaching for it, and had to go farther to reach it. She felt an odd thing that seemed to be stuck under the couch, and grabbed that instead. It was an old folded paper, that seemed to be years old. It read 'To CC'
She got up, and didn't realize that all eyes were on her. Niles especially, because he was the closes, he saw the letters.
She finally opened it and read.
'Dear cc, I'm sorry, I so sorry. I just didn't have the heart to tell you in person, or Niles.
Maxwell and I just love children. I lost my baby girl. A miscarriage, and I had a crazy idea. You have to understand that it was my idea, Maxwell was young, and so was I, but don't blame him. When Max and I went on vacation with Maggie, and Brighton, I was four months pregnant, and we haven't told anyone yet. I guess somehow, I lost the baby. We both cried together because we really wanted another child. We tried, only to be told that we will never bear any children. We used you and Niles, to make our baby. We drugged you both, and I'm sorry. Gracie, is your baby, and Niles as well, and she is a beautiful baby girl. We loved her as our own, and raised her. In my will, I left her to, both you and Niles. I know she belongs to you. Before I wrote this, I fixed the birth certificate for you.
Sincerely, Sara'
She read, and read it twice, then she covered her mouth with her hand and looked straight at Maxwell, first with a scared look, seconds later, she curled her hand into a fist, (the one she had put to cover her mouth) and hit the desk. Tears were developing, and for the first time, she let them drop. Everyone was scared, and Niles was concerned.
Finally, she spoke.
"How can you do this!"
OK so some things might not be possible, like the birth certificate, or the will, but you can use your imagination right? Right. Sorry to leave you hanging, I mean if you find it interesting. The next chapter will come soon.