Happy Sunday all I haven't forgotten about this, here are the next couple of parts. Replies loved as always xx
He entered her daughter's side room to see Connie tucked up in the large chair, her head lolling against the back of it, her legs tucked beside her. Grace smiled and waved at him, before placing a finger to her lips, "Hi Grace," he whispered, "How are you feeling?"
"Better," she replied, "Although look…"
He watched as she pulled out a clump of her dark hair, her eyes confused as to exactly where it had fallen out, "It's only hair," he smiled, "You'll still be just as beautiful without it,"
"Like mum?" She asked quietly as he nodded. Grace watched as Connie stirred without opening her eyes. She didn't fail to notice the way he looked at her mother, his eyes seemed to find it so difficult to pull away from her.
Grace beckoned him closer, her eyes watching the bemused expression that spread across his face,
"You love her don't you?" Grace whispered quietly into his ear, "Don't worry I won't tell her,"
Michael sat on the side of her bed and smiled, handing Grace a glass of Ribena, "Yes… I do… I love her very much,"
Grace smiled, squeezing her hands together, "Good, because you make her happy."
"Not as happy as you make her," Michael smiled kindly at Connie's daughter, before reaching out and turning on the TV quietly, "What are we watching?"
"Frozen?" Grace grinned as he rolled his eyes and sat up on the bed next to her, his legs outstretched against the covers, "Will you watch it with me?"
"Go on then," he smiled.
Connie woke up to hear the credits playing, the soft music of Frozen playing quietly in the background. She tilted her head from side to side, before stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. She looked up to see Grace leaning into Michael's chest, her eyes tightly closed, his right arm around her gently.
"Hi sweetheart," he whispered, "I watched more of Frozen than she did,"
"She okay?" She asked, standing up and stretching her arms up over her head, before leaning over the bed and kissing his mouth gently,
He nodded, catching her arm with his free one and pulling her back down to him, his mouth pressing firmly against hers. Grace opened her eyes, looping her arms up around Connie's neck, making her smile and sit down on the bed beside her,
"I don't think this bed was made for three," she mused, running her fingers through her daughter's hair, barely concealing her gasp as her dark hair fell into her hands,
"Oh…" she uttered, praying the tears that pricked at her eyes to stay back, for now at least,
"It's okay Mum, Michael said I'll still look just like you, even if my hair does fall out."
Connie pulled her daughter tightly into her chest, "He's right you know…" she managed to utter, her voice thick with emotion.
"Elliott…" he began, popping his head around his office door, watching as he looked up from whatever he was eating… half of it all over his desk,
"All okay?" Elliott asked, watching as Michael shrugged, "I can't find Connie… where do you think she'd be? Grace she…" He exhaled, "Her hair has started falling out… I've never seen Connie's eyes look so sad,"
"On the roof," Elliott told him wisely, "Don't worry, I'll sit with Grace."