Author's note: So, I was sitting in bed the other night, when I realized that chapter two did not even come close to doing what I wanted it to do. So here it is, revised, actually, totally rewritten.
Grace sat on the edge of her bed. She couldn't believe it. It had been one time, the night Oliver had finally confessed he loved her. That night… She still remembered it well…
She had finished her notes for the night and was preparing to go to bed when she caught Oliver looking at her. He did not notice when she looked up at him, her face reddening slightly. When she finally rose, he snapped out of his fantasy, only to find that fantasy in front of him, saying her goodnights. She could feel his eyes roaming her body as she left the office, heading to her bedroom.
"Grace?" She stopped in her tracks, not bothering to turn around and look into the face that haunted her dreams every night for the last year. She knew what she would see. The sparks of desire she had felt when he touched her shoulder just a few hours ago, when he had quickly pulled away, told her her feelings were not one sided…
Shaking her head, she stood and walked to her bathroom. She couldn't think about it, couldn't think about him. Yet as she stepped into the shower, her mind was once again drawn to that night…
She once again felt his hand on her shoulder, turning her gently around to face him. He placed both hands on her shoulders, drawing her nearer as he ran them down her arms. She tensed, suddenly realizing that something was about to happen. He ran a hand across her cheek, cupping her chin as his face inched closer to hers. She closed her eyes, knowing what was to follow…
She stepped out of the shower, feeling more refreshed than she had in days, yet she still had that feeling in the pit of her stomach, the churning of nervousness that just wouldn't go away. Even though they were engaged, she still felt as though Oliver would turn her away, leaving her alone to face this challenge. She quickly dressed and ran down the stairs, late for the morning meeting.
Oliver paced his office, trying patiently for Grace to appear at the office doorway. He was worried about Grace. She had not been right lately, but he just couldn't put his finger on what was wrong. Peeking out the doorway, Grace almost ran into him. He grabbed her arms to steady her, and her mind instantly went to that night…
They lay in his bed, wrapped in each others arms, she resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal. He was twirling a strand of her hair around his finger, absentmindedly kissing the top of her head. They were completely comfortable with each other…
"Grace?" He asked, noticing the far-off look in her eyes. "Are you alright?" Grace looked at her hands, which had settled on his chest. She took a deep breath, trying to find the words.
"No…" she finally mumbled, tears threatening to fall from her clear, blue eyes.
"Well, what is it?" He asked, bringing her face up to look into his eyes, which were etched with concern.
"I'm…I'm pregnant."