Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Annie. I only dream of it, lol.
Author's Note: If you read this, please, please, please review it. I know it doesn't always happen because truthfully, I don't always review, but I would really like it. And all italicized parts of this story are dreams. Anyhow, let's get on with the story!
As Grace Farrell walked into the room everyone said their hello, but she noticed none of it. A man was walking towards her dressed in an impeccable suit. She stopped short and just waited until he was right in front of her. He slowly reached up and cupped her chin in his hand saying, "Miss Farrell you look beautiful tonight." and then lowering his head to her's until their lips met.
"Miss Farrell. Miss Farrell!" An angry voice woke her up from her wonderful dream.
"Yes Mr. Warbucks?" She said sitting straight up in her chair. "I'm very sorry sir; I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Very well Miss Farrell, just see to it that you get more sleep tonight. I don't need you falling asleep by my side when we go see FDR in the morning."
"Yes sir. And I apologize again." she said opening her notepad back up and picking up her pencil from where it had rolled off of her lap onto the floor.
"It's fine, now can we please get on with this meeting?" He asked getting slightly irritated.
"Certainly sir." Grace replied trying her hardest to forget about that dream.
Grace heard a knock on her bedroom door and quickly got out of her bed. She threw on a robe as she swiftly walked towards the door. As she opened it she saw the man who'd been haunting her dreams for the last month. "I'm sorry Grace, were you asleep?"
"I was." She retorted pulling her robe tighter together. "That makes no difference, what is it Mr. Warbucks?"
"I just wanted to do this." he moved closer to her and firmly planted a kiss on her lips. The force almost made her loose her balance so she rapidly threw her arms around his neck to try and steady herself. Responding to her gesture he wrapped his arms around her small waist.
Running out of breath, she reluctantly broke the kiss. He ran his hands through her hair that was currently down, as she laid her head on his chest.
She was about to start another kiss...
DING, DING, DING. She was woken, unhappily by her alarm clock. At that moment she felt like smashing it against the wall, or throwing it out the window, which ever was easier.
Unwillingly she climbed out of her warm bed and into the cooler room. 'If I keep doing this, I'll never get any sleep.' she thought to herself as she opened her closet searching for something to put on.
Nearly an hour later she stepped into the dining room. Mr. Warbucks sat at the head of the table, almost finished with his breakfast already. She took a seat at the other end of the table, watching his every move, trying to figure out how to stop her dreams from returning back to him. He finally looked up from his morning paper as Mrs. Pugh brought out Grace's.
"Good morning Miss Farrell." Mr. Warbucks said just before returning his attention to his paper.
"Good morning Mr. Warbucks." She replied easily, starting in on her eggs. "What time will we be leaving today sir?" she asked wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin as she spoke.
"For what Miss Farrell?" Mr. Warbucks asked not even glancing up from his paper.
"To go see Mr. Roosevelt sir." she replied starting to get worried that he'd forgotten already.
"Oh that. Well after you'd gone to bed last night Franklin called and said that he wanted to go golfing instead. How he's going to do that in a wheelchair I don't know, but he asked if I wanted to go along. I chose to decline. I don't see any point in hitting a little ball with a stick and then going to chase after it all afternoon."
She had to try very hard not to laugh at his last comment as she took another bite of her eggs. "So there are no plans for this afternoon then? I mean after we already changed everything to go see Mr. Roosevelt, you don't have to do anything."
"On the contrary Miss Farrell. There are always things to do around here. Today I'm just choosing not to do them." He smiled across the table at her and took a sip of his coffee.
Late that afternoon Grace was sitting in the library, on a couch. Her legs were propped up on one arm of the couch while her head was on the other. Her shoes sat where she'd kicked them off earlier at the end of the couch. A glass of water sat on the end table next to her head and a book was opened in front of her.
Without realizing it she was accompanied by Mr. Warbucks. "Miss Farrell, I didn't realize you were in here."
"No, it's just fine Mr. Warbucks. I should probably be doing something more productive than reading." she said sitting up quickly reaching over to get her shoes.
"Why is that Miss Farrell? This is a day off for you; you should spend it as you please. In all honesty I was just coming to do the same." He replied walking over to one of the shelves and looking at the titles.
"I never knew you were much of a reader Mr. Warbucks." She stated seeing him in a new light. 'I've known this man for years, yet every day he surprises me.'
"Typically I'm not; mostly the days when I don't have to do anything." He shot her a smile.
She smiled back, "Well I must be leaving then, you can have your time in here." she slid her shoes back on and got up to leave.
"I have to say Miss Farrell, it feels like you're trying to get away from me. Is there any truth to this?" He asked turning back to face her.
"No sir, I just thought you would like some time to yourself." she turned around as she got to the door frame.
"That doesn't mean you have to leave. There's no reason that we cannot sit in the same room and read together. Or do you object to this?" He at last picked up a book and sat in the closest chair.
"No sir. It would be just fine." she said uncomfortably from her position at the door frame.
"Then please, make yourself comfortable Miss Farrell." He said motioning to the couch.
She slowly walked the ten steps back to her original position on the couch. This time she didn't recline or take her shoes off. This didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Warbucks. "Miss Farrell, would you be more comfortable if I left?"
"No, it's your house sir. You should be able to go where ever you want." she closed her book and looked over at him.
"That is not what I asked Miss Farrell. I asked if you would be more comfortable if I left." He asked again replacing his book on the shelf.
"To tell you the truth sir, I don't think I would be comfortable anywhere right now." Her eyes darted from him to the glass of water on the table.
"Why don't you try?" He easily got out of his chair and walked over to her. He took one of her feet in his hands and took her shoe off, then doing the same to the other he placed her feet up on the arm of the couch. He opened up her book up to the place that had been marked. "There, better now?"
"Thank you." Were the only words heard from her.
After about an hour of complete silence he looked over at her and could instantly tell by the way her head was turned that she was asleep. As quietly as he could he set his book down and crept out of the room.
Grace rushed up the stairs and into Mr. Warbucks house. She stopped long enough to throw off her jacket and give it, along with her hat, to Mrs. Greer. She continued her fast paced journey until she was in his office. She quietly opened the door, making sure no one else was in the room she rushed in and shut the door.
"Oliver, you will never guess what I found out!"
He quickly got up and walked over to her, "What Grace? What is it?"
"I'm pregnant!" she yelled and threw her arms around him.
He was in shock for a second, then woke up and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
Grace woke up, not quite knowing where she was. As she stood up a book fell off of her lap with a thud on the floor. She stared at it for a second as if she didn't know where it had come from.
Suddenly all the events of the day before came flooding back to her. How sweet Mr. Warbucks had been to her. Then she remembered what today brought.
Today she had to get someone to tune the organ, have the tennis court net put up, get the elevator oiled, have the typewriter repaired, call someone to install a second teletype, and go find an orphan to live with Mr. Warbucks for a week. It was surely going to be a long day.