Okay I started this story long ago and rewrote it now a little so it is now a little based on spoilers for an upcoming episode of the good wife.

Any way this story is a bit different and a big challenge too since I am writing from a lot of peoples pov I never done before... The chapters mostly won't be that long and will try and update quickly (hopefully succed, before RK kills my muse further...)

I don't own the good wife, sadly or AP shippers would have never have anything to fear...

Also I would like to say a huge thank you to my AP family... who are my cheerleaders... especially to my BFF Kiki who beta'ed this for me... and to Randi, Steffie and Chrissie for advices they have come with...

and a special thank you to my AW friend Sabrina for making me think forward and there by finding a muse again...

A Day In The Life Of...

Grace

As far back as Grace could remember she had loved watching her mother getting ready when she was going out to some event. There had been many times where she had been sitting on the counter in the bathroom watching her mother apply her make-up. Sometimes she let Grace try on a bit, if she had enough time. After that came the hair, which Grace carefully watched while her mother curled it or straightened it before she put it up in some elegant twist. A twist that reminded Grace of the princesses in her fairy-tale books. Her mother normally had a few gowns to chose from and often she tried them on and asked Grace which one she liked the most. Grace loved that time they spend together like that, it was their time and Zach didn't understand it.

She would help chose her mothers gown for the night, at least sometimes, it wasn't every time they agreed on which was the best. After that came the jewelry selection, another careful selection was always needed for that. A selection where her mother once again tried certain pieces on and showed Grace how it looked. All of this preparation always happened before her dad came in. He was never allowed into the bedroom before her mother was completely ready.

He would tease them about their secrecy and Grace would ask him if mom was the most beautiful woman in the world or if she looks like a princesses. And her dad would never disappoint but always point out that her mom was one of the two most beautiful women in the world since Grace was the other one, according to him, and to the princess question he would say her mother looked like a queen since Grace was the princess.

Yes, Grace had many of those memories, which was why she was more than a little sad that she wasn't allowed the special mother daughter time this time around pre-gala. Since her mother wasn't even here getting ready.

Zach and her had been told they would need to stay with their dad for a few extra nights. She knew very well it was because grandma Vero was visiting and her mother thought it better they were not there... She wasn't exactly sure why her mom minded so much they spent time with her mother but she clearly did.

However since her mother was in the apartment getting ready for the party, there was no special bonding time for once, not that there would have been a lot of it anyway since Grace had to spent time for once getting ready herself. She had never before really gone to an event like this and that made her excited and she wished she had been able to have her mother there for the preparations.

Instead she was now knocking on her dad's bedroom door to see if he was ready. After all they would need to leave soon to pick up mom and still be on time. She heard a quick come in, and entered carefully.

"Hey dad, umm I just wondered if you were almost done. I mean you don't want to be late?" She asked carefully, already seeing that her dad was more than a little stressed.

"Sure almost. You look great Grace... " He smiled at her, and Grace smiled happily back with a thank you, as she stepped into the room.

"You look like a princess, sweetheart, just like you used to always ask about..." He added making Grace blush a little but happy her dad remembered the same memories she had thought of only few minutes before.

"Grace, you don't know where my cuff links are by any chance?" he asked her. Grace was glad he had looked away only seconds before or he would have been able to read her slightly guilty expression.

"Nope, but I can look for a set for you?" she offered. Already knowing which ones he was looking for and which ones she would be finding for him instead. He was looking for those boring ones her grandmother had given him a few years ago as he got re-elected as state's attorney, however she would find those her mother had given him on their wedding day so many years ago. She had hidden the other pair earlier on, so there was no chance he would be able to find them. Grace ran down stairs and into his office and quickly found the pair from her mother. The ones that had the letters A, P and F engraved in some a monogram twists.

She returned upstairs and handed her dad the cuff links. He stared shocked at them for a moment.

"Were those the only ones you could find?" He asked Grace nervously.

"Yes, and you are running late dad. And your bow tie is not sitting right... Here let me do it." She helped him with the bow tie while he put the cuff links on, probably having realized that he didn't have the time to try and find something else instead. As she was done with the tie she pulled back and smiled at him, telling him it was perfect. He nodded and shrugged into his jacket.

"Wow... where did you learn to tie a bow tie?" He asked her while checking his image in the mirror.

Grace smiled and shrugged on her shoulders, she really didn't know where; she had just watched her mom do it so many times on her dad she had kind of figured it out. But suddenly she smiled getting an idea for bringing up what she had wanted to discuss further ever since her parents set the rules for her and Zach joining them tonight.

"From Connor... He taught me, because I had hoped I would be allowed to bring him tonight." She answered, making her dad turn around quickly.

"He did what? It just keeps getting better and better…. I just keep loving the things I keep hearing about this Connor guy" He mumbled clearly not amused.
"But dad why couldn't I bring him with me tonight. And why couldn't Zach bring Nisa... it would have been so awesome. He is a really good guy... if you and mom just met him I am sure you would like him." Grace argued, while sending her dad her best puppy eyes.

"Grace..." Her dad's voice held a warning in it. She knew neither him nor her mom were happy about her boyfriend, but she hated it, she knew they would be happy for her if they just got to know him. But so far they hadn't even said she should invite him to dinner. They hadn't forbidden that she could see him but that was pretty much the only thing. She made sure to only have him over when neither one was home and had sworn Zach to secrecy, with the promise of how she would tell on him too and how he had Nisa sleep over more than once because her mom or dad wasn't home. And she knew both of them would be even angrier over that. But she really hoped her parents would soon come around about her and Connor, that way he could stay for dinner sometime which would be nice.

"But dad, please Zach is dating... why is it so wrong that I am?" She argued, making her father take a deep breath, and then another clearly calming himself.

"Grace we need to talk more about this, but lets do it in the weekend with your mother here too... But for one Zach is older than you..." Her dad answered relatively calmly.

"He started dating Becca when he was younger than I am now... Why is it so much different?" She pouted.

"It just is Grace… but like I said this discussion involves your mother too..." He answered.

"It is because Zach is a boy isn't it? But dad I am not some little girl anymore..." She saw his eyes grew sad with this.

"No you are not... you are a young woman... I just wish you were still my little princess." He said with sad smile. Grace wasn't exactly sure what to say to that. But she could see that it somehow made her dad sad, so instead of answering she stepped forward and hugged him.

"But, you will always be my little princess, sweetheart." He mumbled against her hair, and Grace nodded softly. She pulled back and looked up at him.

"Will you promise, we will talk about it with mom in the weekend?... please daddy." She begged him again, and he nodded.

"Yes I promise we will... Now would the lady do me the honor of letting me escort her downstairs?" He asked with a smile and offered her his arm, which Grace accepted gladly with a smile.