WARNING some scenes of violence coming up and a little sexual reference at the end. But hope you enjoy!

Graces pov

the fact that, I'm pregnant." I whispered Then my mother stepped forward and slapped me.

I raised my hand to my face and my mouth hung open. My whole life, she had never raised a hand to me. Sam stepped forward "Mrs Brisbane, please don't blame Grace for this-" he was cut of by my mother lifting her hand and shushing loudly. We both stayed silent.

"Grace." My mother gasped. She was silent again. "I'm sory for slapping you I just- I don't know what to say. I think I just need time to think."

"I understand. I just needed to tell you." I started " Please don't say anything to dad yet. I just, I'm sorry if I have disappointed you. I I…" my tears had returned.

"Grace you haven't disappointed me. It's just a shock, this is your whole life now."

"I know," I whispered. Sam jumped in,

"I think we better get you home." He said caringly. I nodded. We stood and my mum pulled me into a hug.

"sorry for before, I will always be here, whatever decisions you make just give me some time." She whispered into my ear.

"well here's your grandchild, if you are still interested." I handed her a picture. She took it cautiously and tears filled her eyes. She whispered a barely audible thank you and me and Sam left.

The whole way back, tears fell silently down my face. I hadn't expected her reaction to be like that. I don't know what I had expected, but she is just usually so sure of herself.

After the exhausting day me and Sam spent the rest cuddled on the sofa while he whispered loving words to me and the baby and tried to get me to eat food that we rumoured to help sickness. And to my surprise, in fact I did feel better after eating. Mint and ginger are meant to help sickness, so after some soup we then had mint choc chip ice cream, which I thought would make me feel worse (despite being the best ice cream of all time.) yet it didn't. I felt considerably better than before and just tried to relax, after all stress wasn't good for the baby. I let my mind go blank and listen to Sam's heart beat and remembered how amazing I felt when I heard my baby's earlier today.


I must have fell asleep as when I woke I was in bed and sunlight was streaming through the window. And my sickness, to my annoyance, had returned with vengeance. I stayed lying in bed afraid my movement would send me running to the bath room. I also didn't want to call Sam as opening my mouth could have the same effect. In the end I knew if I didn't, I would end up being sick.

"Sam." I cried. No replay "Sam!" I could feel my sickness, stretching my insides. I really didn't want to be sick. I knew how much I needed to keep food down.

The bed room door opened and Sam looked at me worriedly. "I feel sick again," I whispered

"ok baby, 2 minutes I will just go and get your tablets." He ran out the room with out a second glans. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, it was slightly curved, not much but enough for me to notice. I couldn't get over the fact my baby was in there. It hadn't really hit me yet.

Sam returned with a tray, he sat me up slowly so not to upset my stomach anymore. He had brought one of each of my tablets and a glass of orange juice to wash it down with, I took them and he then gave me a mint tea to drink. I looked at him confused. He said it was to help settle my stomach. He had also brought up some ginger biscuits.

"when did you buy these?" I asked

"last afternoon, you feel asleep at 6 so I went and bought them when I got back you were still out so I carried you up to bed" ohh bless him. He was so considerate; it made me want to cry.

I started to feel a little better, we headed down stairs. Sam had put me on a strict diet and rest program. I was on bed rest for a week at least.

My mum phoned me and apologised and explained that she was just shocked about my revelations. I felt considerately better knowing she had sorted her head out and I didn't have to worry about her disowning me.

I was sitting on the sofa later that afternoon after Sam had been explain that there was going to be a few wolves changing on the next few weeks as it was getting warmer. So he had been doing some washing and getting supplies ready in the shed for when people changed. I wasn't to happy about my and Sam's word being crashed over summer but I could complain really.

Sam had gone out to hang the washing when I heard a car pull up on to the drive. Confused I got up to get the door. Whoever it was, was ringing the bell like there was no tomorrow.

The door swung open so fast I thought it would fall off its hinges . My dad burst through the door and started to pin me to the wall, not physically but with this glares and positioning of his body.

"Is it true?" he shouted in my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Have you been drinking? And you drove hear?" I questioned back.

"I said, is this," he held up the scan photo "true?" I swear I could feel my body drop in fear, terror held me with a vice-like grip. I opened my mouth but no words came out. My dad growled low in his thought.

"It is isnt it! He freaking knocked you up didn't he." He pushed closer to me. I had never been more scared of him. He hadn't exactly been dad of the year, but he had NEVER been aggressive or made me afraid like this! I heard Sam open the door "Grace?" he shouted, you could hear the concern in his voice, probably because I wasn't on the sofa were he left me. Dads head snapped to the sound of Sam's voice and he quickly moved off in to Sam's direction "Dad wait." I pleaded but you could hear the fear in my own voice.

Dad was storming over to Sam. I grabbed his arm and he pushed me away and punched Sam square in the face so hard he stumbled back and blood instantly started pouring from his nose. He laid another punch into Sam, who was doubled over, as my dad went in for another punch.

"Sam!" I screamed "Dad stop!" I went down to pull him away, in another situation, where I wasn't pregnant I would have jumped in and slapped dad, but he was being unpredictable and I didnt like the way he was acting. I was scared for the baby.

He turned at me and pointed his finger in my face. "You. Don't say another word. I will sort …that," He moved his finger to my stomach "out."

My hand instantly went over my tummy, my heart almost stopped at his icy glare.

"what do you mean sort it out?" I whispered as Sam squirmed on the flour, my heart was breaking looking at him.

"Well you're not keeping it!" he screamed "I'm gunner get that leech out of you!" he said through gritted teeth

"please dad…" I begged "just stop." I was so scarred I was trembling.

"Come on were going" he grabbed my arm so hard that it was painful.

"oww, dad your hurting me! Stop, I'm not getting rid of it! DAD" I screamed. He was a man on a mission and showed no remorse or leverage. I pulled my arm but his grip was like iron "DAD STOP," I screamed "ahh" He had twisted my arm round and continued to pull me.

"come along Grace," I whimpered in pain and tried to move my arm. He couldn't do this, he couldn't kill my baby.

Then suddenly his grip loosened and he let go. Sam had punched him in his jaw, Sam pulled me away from him, and stepped in front of me "I think you should leave." He said in a low voice.

"you don't get to tell me what to do that is my daughter and she isn't having that thing!"

"She is MY fiancée and that is MY baby, this is my house and I want you-" he was cut off by the door opening

"Grace?" my mother's voice shouted. She ran into the room hair flying and took in the scene before her, "Ohh my god, what's happened, are you too ok, Grace?"

"Don't get involved Amy, this is already sorted. I'm taking her now." Dad slurred.

"ohh no you go and wait in the car, this is Grace and Sam's choice, we can talk about this tomorrow when you have sobered up ."

"I am not drunk I don't need to sober up I –" my dad started

"Just get in the car before you say something you regret." My mum said firmly.

"This isn't over Roth, she is not having this baby." He threatened Sam spitting out his name like it were poison and then skulked off holding his chin. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and sobs escaped me, I grabbed Sam's arm and he pushed me toward and kitchen chair.

"Are you ok, did he hurt you did he? You haven't got any stomach cramps or anything." Sam said in rushed concern as I sat, I shook my head as the fear and harshness of the situation set in, my dad wanted to kill my baby, he called it a leech, he beat Sam up.

"How is your face." I whispered though tears.

"shh shhh shhh, don't worry about me. Ohh my god look at your arm." I looked down and I already had marks from my dads hand. My mum appeared and handed Sam a damp cloth for his face

"I'm so sorry he found the scan photo in my bag while I was out after he got back from the pub, when I got back he was in a rant, and then drove here I tried to stop him, I followed in my own car. Are you ok sweetheart?"

"yer," I whispered

"Sam?" she asked, he nodded. "well I have to go I will call you when I have delt with him."

"thank you," I whispered she shook her head and continued to say

"Don't thank me it's my fault he is here, sorry." And with that she left. I carried on crying Sam pulled me into a hug, and I sobbed into his shoulder. "H-e wa-nts t-ooo kill our ba-by." I got out in between sobs. Sam carried on shushing and slowly my tears stopped.

I moved my head in Sam's neck and he winced. I moved my head up and he held his face.

"Come on we need to sort those cuts and bruises or you will black and blue tomorrow." I said softly, he nodded and we went over to the kitchen and I started applying creams to his cuts. He stared to speak,

"Sorry if I over stepped the mark by hitting your dad its just-" I cut him off.

"Don't you dare apologize! I should say sorry he is my dad and he shouldn't have laid a finger on you!"

"I'm not bothered that he punched me, I was trying to get his attention away from you so I didn't fight back at first it's when he was hurting you I just snapped. Here let's put some of that on your arm," he whispered toward the end. I can't believe he took the beating for me!

"Sam!" I whispered, he was so sweet; he looked up and gave a shy smile. We were silent for a few more minutes until I spoke again. "I was so scared Sam, I have never seen him like that. I thought he was going hurt the baby." I mumbled as the tears started again.

"hey, hey don't worry, I would have never let anything happen to you or the baby. Please don't cry." Sam spoke as he pulled me into a hug. I loved him so much. He made me feel so safe.

We settled on the sofa just holding each other, after sitting for a while I started to relax again. I turned and kissed him softly "It was so brave, what you did today." I whispered to him, his heroic-ness was quite a turn on."Thank you for saving me," i mumbled in a seductive voice We started to deepen our kisses and they turned more passionate, we hadn't done anything since before I got sick. I really wanted it! Sam was hovering over me, my head on the arm of the sofa, I started to push my hips up to his in the rhythm of our kisses. He was starting to get excited, when we heard someone opening the patio door. His head snapped in the direction on the noise I couldn't see however because of where I was laid, I heard a woman's voice whisper "Sam?"

Sam replied back a name I really didn't want to hear.

"Shelby?"

DUN DUN DUNNNN!

Omg that bitch Shelby is back! What effect is this going to have on Sam and graces relationship.

Like the reference to mint choc chip ice cream earlier!

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