Grace quietly shut the door to Annie's room. It had been a long day. Her adoption party was a big hit and a lot of people had shown up. Now Grace had to confront her biggest fear: Oliver. How had he even come to be known to her as Oliver? The first day she had ever worked for him she was scared out of her mind. Now, good heavens, she was in love with the man!
Oliver sat in his office. It had been a great party, and he was tired, but he could just not get to sleep. The last few days had been going through his mind. For the first time, he had let someone, or some people, into his life. He truly loved Annie, and he believed that he truly loved Grace. He had adopted Annie, but now he had to do something about Grace. How had she come to be known in his mind as Grace? He thought about it, and it probably happened that first day she was hired. She looked so frightened; she wouldn't even look him the eye. He had to chuckle to himself. She did get over that quickly, and she was now the only person defiant enough to argue with him. Yes, he was crazy about her. He took the small blue velvet box out of his pocket and held it in his hand. It was time.
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Oliver slowly walked past the door of Grace's bedroom for the third time. What should he say? In his hand he held the blue box that held the engagement ring he hoped Grace would accept. But what to say? He just had to get it over with! He knocked on her door.
Grace sat on her bed. She had to tell Mr. War-Oliver- how she really felt about him. But how? Just then, she heard a knock at her door.
Oliver was at the door when she opened it. She was somewhat taken aback, and was at a loss for words for several seconds.
"Oliver?" She finally managed to ask.
"Uh, good evening, Grace," he started, "May I come in?"
She hesitated at first, but backed away to allow him access. She had no idea what was going on, but she hoped it was the opportunity she had been waiting for. He began pacing the floor, silently going over what he was going to say, but suddenly he could think of nothing but of how beautiful she looked in her nightgown with her hair down around her shoulders, a look of confusion and….was she blushing?
"Err, Grace, in the last few days, my feelings towards you," he started, looking at the floor, but not before noticing how Grace's face turned a deeper shade of red. "Have made me realize how ignorant I have been for so many years. Grace, I love you, and I wish for you to accept this, and me." He knelt down in front of her and opened the box. Grace felt herself going weak in the knees. THE Oliver Warbucks, the billionaire, was asking her to marry her? Was she dreaming?
"Oliver, I…I..."
"I understand I'm no amazing catch. My temper is horrid and I'm stubborn and..."
"Oliver, yes. I love you just the way you are. I will marry you."
Oliver slipped the ring onto her finger and then pulled her close, finding her lips with his. He raised his hand to brush a tear away that was rolling down her cheek. She looked up at him, smiling. He thought his heart would burst. All of Grace's dreams were coming true.
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They stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, letting what just happened sink in for both of them. She really agreed to be his wife. Oliver felt like saying Leaping Lizards himself. Finally, he had to pull away.
"It is rather late, so I suppose I should let you get some sleep." He stated. Giving her one final kiss, he turned and walked out the door, leaving Grace standing in the middle of her room. She was going to be Mrs. Warbucks, and she was going to have the most wonderful husband and daughter in the world.
Annie sat bolt upright in bed. She had had the most wonderful dream. She had to tell Miss Fahrell! She quickly padded down the hallway to her room, where she found her new father shutting the door.
"Hi daddy!" Annie started a little bewildered. What was he doing in Miss Fahrell's room? "What are you doing here?"
"Well…I was just…Checking on her…" and with that, Oliver turned bright red and walked toward his room. He wanted Grace to be the one to tell the little girl. THEIR little girl. He smiled to himself and returned to his room.
Grace heard a knock at her door, followed by a quiet "Miss Fahrell?" She turned just as Annie walked in.
"Yes Annie?"
"Well, I had the strangest dream." Annie began.
"Oh?" Grace asked, yawning, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.
"Yes! Do you want me to tell you about…" Annie trailed off, seeing the ring on her finger. "Miss Fahrell? Where did you get that?"
"Oh, well, Oliver, I mean your father, gave it to me." Grace said, blushing slightly. Then she saw the recognition in the little girl's face.
"Miss Fahrell…did…did…are you going to be my mom?" she asked questioningly, a smile forming on her face.
"Yes, Annie, I am going to be your mom, that is, if you want me to."
Annie threw her arms around Grace. "Of course!"
"Well, that's good. Would you like to sleep here tonight?"
"Sure." Annie replied, scurrying up the bed and getting under the covers. Grace joined her under the blankets and went to turn off the light. "Miss Fahrell?"
"Yes, Annie?"
"Does this mean I get to call you mom?"
"Well, only if you want to."
"Well, I do. Goodnight, Mom." Annie said, laying her head down on the pillow, Sandy taking his usual station on top of her.
"Goodnight, my dear." Replied Grace, turning off the light and snuggling up next to her new daughter.