Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sam
After Grace opened all her presents she walked into the kitchen. She put the red coffee pot in place of where the old, black on was. She walked into our room and put the elephant on her night stand. Then she put her ring on its trunk.
"Are you coming to bed?" She said tapping the mattress.
"It's eleven and I just got out of the shower," I said coming out of the bathroom, with my hair all wet.
"Does it matter what time it is? Are you going somewhere?"
"No, but," I sighed I knew what she wanted, "Grace fine, can I just dry my hair?"
"You don't need to," Grace said standing up and wrapping her arms around me.
"Well I guess I don't," I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked over to the bed and pushed her into the pillows. "I'm going to wrinkle your dress." She pushed me off of her and walked into the bathroom, "Where are you going?"
"Just wait," she said in the bathroom. A few seconds later she walked out with my house coat on her.
"Really?" She climbed onto the bed and put her head on the pillow.
"Really." I kissed her and climbed on top of her. I flicked off the light and she put her hand on my chest. I moaned at her cold hand on my chest. "Do you like that?" She asked.
"Maybe a little," I said kissing her neck. I heard her sigh, so I stopped. "What's wrong, Grace?" Grace got up off the bed and walked over to the window. She laid her head on her shoulder and I heard her whimper. I got off the bed and faced her to me. "What is wrong, did I hurt you?"
"No Sam, I just don't know how I am going to do this."
"What, the baby?" I asked rubbing her belly.
"Yes, with you working, the whole house full of people, and Isabel is one month ahead of me in her pregnancy, I really don't know how life is going to work for us."
"You need to stop worrying about the future, and worry about the present, it is your birthday."
"It was my birthday, it's twelve thirty." I put my hands inside her house coat and pushed her cold body into my hot one.
"Do you just want to go to bed?"
"Sure," She climbed into bed and I followed. She shuttered when she got under the covers. So did I. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I put one hand on her stomach and felt a movement.
"Grace, I just felt the baby move," She jerked and turned to look at me.
"Is that bad?" She whispered.
"No, Grace its ok calm down." Grace fell back onto the pillow and put her face on my chest.
"Good night Sam, I love you."
"Good night, I love both of you." I felt Grace's hand lay on top of mine.
