Grey Disney chp9

The tower was brief not but a year, till an old house on the Sound came on the market, we cheered. Heavy with child, I sip my milkshakes. Our new housekeeper Gail is a saint. Christian company exploded in all direction and things. Billions rolled in and out. it seemed we were blessed by many things. I pat my stomach, blip is kicking about. I reflect on what I have, want, and need. My man, my children, MY everything

Christian new CPO keeps him on a even keel. I know he's doing more than sparking Saint Gail. Jason is strong, stable and wise. He has my permission to kick Christian's tail home before dark every-night. The boats pass my window pane. I long for the sea. The solitary days spent alone on the Grace. Just him and me. blissful times alone, no more it seems

Blip, blips please go to sleep, you're so tiring me. if you will not sleep, then I will it seems. Waking to kisses and licks on my ears. I bit his lip and feel him near. Taking my man, I suck with delights. I drive him over the line. He lays in my arms, mumbling delights. Stroking blip, he kisses him on my belly. Talks of good deeds to a son he will in three months see.

The window lights with a storm to night. Tomorrow the hospital to get Blip out. I wake to water in the bed. We rush, but Blip won't wait. One hour of pain, screams and threats. Teddy lays on my chest. My perfect little man is he; a mix of Chris and me. I kiss him, his father who delivered him this night. with just Jason, Gail to aid my birth. i lounge in his arms, forever his wife.

The anniversary is near. I can't believe a decade has passed. My brood lays about my feet coloring and scheming my little one's are fast. Teddy is nine, Phoebe eight, Summer is six, daring to be seven. Ace, my clone is just turning four. I think we are done having more.

The world turns in blissful delights. Karma a bitch with Michael's arrival. I get my tubes tied. I've had enough. Elliot and spitfire Kate are finally tying the knot. With their daughter, just turning seven. It's long about time. The man-whore put up of his trophies, I hope at least for now. I have a feeling Teddy is bound to take up the torch, carrying the Grey name in man-whore fame and lore.

The world turns and time slips by. We both turn gray, watch our children grow and gift us grand-kids aplenty. We sit and watch the boats cruise bye. As grand-kids give us great-grands to hold all night in the winter of our lives. We wallow in time till light ceases to be. I followed my man in to heaven less than a month after time. We wander the stars forever entwined: on our journey together locked in love, forever one.

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The family stands about my bed, Anastasia Grace not yet a hour old, nuzzles my chest. My children lay about the bed. I hold Christian hand. It is now time. To shock and awe the relative for all time.

"Family, we have to confess. It time to right a lie." Christian speaks

"We never meant to hurt anyone. Or cause you pain. So please forgive us." I ask. They stand afraid.

" Do you remember all those years ago at Disney when you met me for the first time?" I ask, a smirk grabs my face

"Anna dear, what are you saying?" Grace asks

"Well Mom; it like this. I just met Anna the night before. I pleaded with her to be my fake girlfriend for the week." Christian say with a grin, that shitting eating million-dollar smile of his. I drag his hand down. Till he kisses me good and strong.

The family is stunned, shaken and stirred. Questions shouted fast and thick. Till the nurse pushes them out the door.

"Mom, what does it mean?" Ask Summer, my little peacemaker. "it means to you little rats of mine. Not a damm thing. We just zinged the grands, great's with the truth. We fell in love at first touch, first sight. We wished in the well to never part or strife."

"We love you guys', your are world, now kiss your mother goodnight, your new sister to. Off to bathroom to ready for slumber. Your sacks on the floor and not a peep tonight. Least you wake your mother or Ace. Get too it!" Christian giggle at his drill sergeant speech.

He kisses us both, rushes to stop the kids from flooding the room again. My overly smart, mischievous kids.

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I stand in the fallen ruins of a once proud park, age and time have worn her down, till bankruptcies and neglect caved in the magic, the fun, the dreams. Tomorrow the bulldozer will arrive to turn the land into high-rise's plight.

My newly shone husband holds my hand as the crew salvages a piece of the park I must have. The trucks haul it north. To a final resting place. The kids will never know this place, the fun even in its failing days. I remember I was five, my parents hoist me atop granddad Chris shoulder. holding on to his gray streaked copper hair. Shout with glee as a fury mouse smiled at me.

36hrs later Seattle Washington.

The River house:

The small river house nestles along a gentle stream in the foothills of Rainer. The old ones are at my sisters this week due back tomorrow. They gifted us Anna's house on the Sound when we started our family.

The worker hustle and sweat to finish before they return. I sit on their porch, sipping my tea. Dreaming of day gone by, with them. Sweet memories. The family arrives in mass a near dawn. We wait for our loved one to arrive. Secure in the family, the love and good cheer to make them happy in their final years.

My older sister and her kids wheel them up, doing good for ninety somethings. They arrive to their side yard rose garden. The fountain; they pilgrimage every ten years, stands now forever theirs. The Wishing Well, we all tossed coins and wished-for things in childish joys sit before us now. Till adult hood made us all think and wish for love; like grandma Anna and granddad Chris. We sing to them the song, we all know by heart "I'm Wishing" as the remaster tape echo with our voices in love.

They wished and were grant a damm good life, family and friends and above all each other for life. Children galore to see them thru to these last golden years. My youngest brother puts his one-year old son Christian Theodore Grey II in great granddads arms.A smile so bright it lights the world. While 3-year Anastasia Rose lays her head on great grandma's Anna's lap, her namesake. With auburn hair and big blue eyes, she hugs her Greatma A. with all her love , her might.

The dwarfs are newer, the fountain the same. The sound digitized: Together, the same as all those years ago. Wishing in a Well as sing dwarf and snow white whisper the life. It sits surrounded my rose flower in this little dale. As we leave that day, we pour in our change, like we did every time, we when to the magical place. Were they realized their dream. Of love, family and everything.

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