Chp49 daughter like mother
Sandra pov.
I am so pissed off. He ignored me! all frigging day. After the mall, last night, he ignored me. Like I don't exist. Camron Connors is ignoring me. I dreamed all night about that kiss. I vent on the knife target, but it doesn't help. Maybe I should go for a run. No. what would mom do. I think as my feet carry me to the boat house.
Mom? Everyone thinks she all calm, caring and mannered, but I know underneath all that is Anastasia Steele, ass-kicking, prone to violence, jealousy and take no shit woman. She would kill for her family, for us kids. We talk a lot. She is complicated and uncomplicated. A strange mix of good and evil. I related to her, I mimic her. She's perfect, I know that no matter what, she will back me. I may get punished later, but right at the point of the matter, I am her daughter and she will back me.
It so strange to me, it's like I've always been here with her. I can teller her my deeps fear, dreams, desires and she already knows them, that she lived them. What would mom do? Kick ass and take names. That's what she'd do. I couldn't get thru the front door. I stare at the kayak's. dad was teaching us earlier in the month during a warm spell. I could do this. His house borders the lake like grandma's. I quickly grab a boat and off I go.
Shit, Teller is barking the ratfink, Sawyer yelling at me from the sand. Mom's here. I lean in and paddle harder. I clear the fence. Three more estates to go. I suspect one of the CPO will chase in a kayak or one of the canoes. But right now, my focus in on Camron Connors and kicking his ass.
Camron pov.
I try to de-stress. Kata's don't work, punishing the heavy bag leaves me more stressed. I don't know how. I will stand school with her there. In her uniform, her soft sweater, almond perfect skin, those green eyes drilling into my soul. I can't take the pain. Every time I ignored her, my chest tightened. My head hurts more. My thought turn to those kisses at the Mall.
I give up, I open mom's makeup case. Her drugs, mostly pain pills. But the nebulizer with the pot oil. I check it and load it. At the end this was the only thing that got her hungry. I had to learn to load it. I lock the case and take the nebulizer to the Gazebo down by the shore. I lay out on the lounger. Take a couple of deep breath of the peppermint scented pot oil. And drift off. I wish I could hold her, tell her. But how could she love me with my scars and baggage.
A hand rubs my arm, I open my eyes to a dream, her mad angry eyes. I lose myself in them; a stroke her face. She bats my hand away. It what I deserve. "Camron, why did you ignore me." She asks. How to I tell her, protector her from me. How do I give up heaven?
"you don't" "Deserve" "me" "angel better" "gone" "leave" "fuck up" I try to talk; the drugs are slurring my speech. She looks angrier. I try again.
"you don't deserve me with my baggage, your better off angel, leaving me. I'm too fucked-up to be with you." There that better. She sits on the side, stroking my arm. I want it to continue, but I know better. All those school yards, events. I'm jinxed, everyone around me dies.
"to many scars, to many deaths, I'm jinxed"
Sandra-pov
I stare at him. He thinks he's jinxed, well who isn't in this world. I start to speak. He drags off his shirt. Oh my GOD! What happened to him. There are burns, and slashes, are those, shit. Yep bullet holes. What happened?
I reach and touch him, he tries to react but I simple overpower his drug body. I start to lean in kissing his arms, his chest. Listening to him moan and whimper. I have to show him. I have to be brave. I have to be Mom. I pull off my shirt.
His eyes go wide, "Who baby, did this? I'll kill them." He demands as I curl into his arms, laying on the lounger cuddling. My few scars are nothing compared to his. I let my world spin out of control. He spins me, till I'm dizzy with emotions, and desires.
"Cough, COUGH!" I lean back, shit Sawyers here with a guy I don't know. He looks pissed. Well, tough tits. I have what I want. I sit up, aware that I'm in my bra, but otherwise dressed. Cameron lean up. Cuddling my back. Lost in the emotions. I stare at Sawyer?
"We have to go, Dinner about ready." I nod, as a new seed grows in my mind.
"Camron, come to dinner?" I ask. "No, forget me, go be happy." Oh, shits he's on that roll again. Well he can't outwit me.
"Fine, Escort me home." I demand. He tries to balk, but I take his hand. Dragging him to the car's.
The other guy is Camron's CPO. I hear him tell Sawyers and Max, who recovered my kayak, that the cook is AWOL, and nothing in the house to eat.
We arrive at the house, he balks again. "A gentleman escorts a lady to her door." Only after Sawyer and Fitzpatrick, his CPO, remind him of this. He takes my hand, we feel the electricity between us. His eyes smoke over, likes he stoned again. But his eyes are clear and his speech is sweet "Here to your door. Please give up on me, I'm a lost cause." He moans.
He tries to leave when Mom opens the door. I still have his hand. I simple walk into the house, dragging him along. "Camron, my mother Anna. This is my Grandparents house, this is grandpa C and that Grandma Grace. You know Emma, Langley, and James. Oh, this is my kid sister Phoebe, watch out she's a card shark at Uno. Mom taught us girls how to cheat. Drives the guy nuts. Mom I need to set another place for Camron." I drone on and on. never letting him get a word in. he's seated and eating well before he can voice anything.
I love my Mother, she rolls right with the punches. Quickly making it impossible for Camron to pull out. He slowly eases into the family. I watch how he seem to light up and relax. After dinner, we lay about the tv room. I cuddle into him. He melts into me.
Sawyer POV
I don't know where she going or why. Denis is going to chase in a canoe. "Teller shut up! She gone." I start to walk back to the house. Langley is waiting on the patio. "She gone to Connors." I stare at him. The kid down the street, the kid from the mall.
"Why not just ask?"
"She's pissed off, he iced her! all day. So, she going to kick his ass."
"I walk to the cars, Max jumps in. we drive down the road to the kid's house.
Xxxx
Arriving at the gate, it looks old and easy, but I see the laser fencing, the reinforced rails and the car blocker. This is set up to stop a tank, let alone a car. Way too much security for a four-billion-dollar CEO. I ring the bell. "We have a _"
"You're here for the girl?" the speaker blares.
"YES, Where here for the girl." The gate opens, we drive up to a second car blocker. Who is this guy a drug kingpin, or a terrorist leader? Me and Max are meet by three heavy CPO, I can tell all ex-military, one even has a H&K 12ga short barrel assault shotgun, with the barrel magazine. I intro me and Max and the leader Fitzpatrick intro his. "The kids are down by the lake at the Gazebo. My four is in overview." We walk out to the lake, I glance up and see the four CPO, shit a Barret sniper rifle, who are these guys, more important who is this kid.
I sent Max to recover the kayak, when I see the kids are shirtless. At least Sandra has on a bra, I'm not sure how'd I explain to Christian a topless daughter and boy. They look so peaceful making out, so in tune, shit I smell the pot. Great the kids a stoner. I look a t Fitzpatrick. He shakes his head.
"Cough, COUGH!" I fake. Good she looks at me. Shit, she got that Anna look. I don't like this.
"We have to go, Dinner about ready." I say, hoping she'll leave stoner here.
"No, forget me, go be happy." The kid is trying to warn her off, but your screwed kid. The Grey women don't back down.
As the put their shirt back on. "Fine, Escort me home." Sandra leads and drags the stoner to the car. I watch as he wants to and doesn't want to go with her.
As we pull up to the door. He's freaking out, but Sandra coo's and touches are calming him. "A gentleman escorts a lady to her door." Sandra tells him. The three of us CPO quickly agree. "A gentleman escorts a lady to her door." The reluctant boy escorts her to the door, which Anna promptly opens. I pity stoner as she drags him into the house.
"their food in the kitchen, should be enough to send back to your guys." Fitzpatrick is shocked by my words and jesters.
As we eat. "what with the firepower?" As his guy's chow, down. I get evil looks, defiantly ex-military, I don't recognize them so they must be SEALS.
"Camron is a high value target, We're his security. We take his well-being seriously"
"So, what's he doing stoned on Mary Jane, after school?" I ask
"He doesn't usually do that, sometimes he can't de-stress. He usually takes one of his mom's old pain pills. He has a lot of problems and stress." Fitzpatrick looks down, then up "the girl is the first person to touch him besides his mother ever." I remember Welch reading me in, Christian had those problems to. But nothing in the kid's bio indicates any of this. Or the scars.
We eat contemplating the future, because we're going to be meshing a lot. We all see the future of Camron and Sandra is going take.
Xxxxxxxxx
I watch my daughter drag her boyfriend into the house. She's taking no shit from him, I laugh. She makes him interact and he barely gets a word in. i smell the pot on him, I know Chris does as well. But I stop him. If the pot was a constant than Sawyer would have splint them apart. I watch how she shines, how he worships her, cherish her. Like Chris and me in the early years. I smile staring out the window into the fast falling night. My daughter, my min-me. I feel so good, as Chris holds me in his arms. I lean back. "What about stoner?" he asks quietly. "If it was a problem, Sawyer would have separated them. I think Sandra isn't the only one stressed and unsure about the relationship." He nods into my neck, planting kisses and nibs. "We'll keep an eye." Chris mumbles. I know what that means, a full-blown background and sneaky blood work to determine his drug use.
Xxxxxxxx
I hate being called to Washington today. We were taking the kids, grand-kids to Graces parent farm for Easter. Now I have to catch up with them, missing the road trip. I hate being summoned to a case all but finished. But my teammate here called and I should be on the plane home by three pm eastern time.
I notice the car fly by the turn off into the downtown maze of government builds and agency. I get uncomfortable as we cruse into Alexandria, Virginia. I watch my CPO and the local Junior Lawyer who met me at the airport. I ready myself as we pull up to a river side estate, very old money and anonymity.
I'm ushered into a drawing room converted to a hospital room. A frail guy lays in the bed with tubes and wires. I recognize him, one of the old guard, a hard liner form the old cold war. "Mister Secretary?" he waves me to a chair. His PA hands me two forms, a civilian NDA and a Government security NDA. I sign both, handing them back, receiving my copies.
"Grey, I'm dying and I don't trust my great grandson guardian to look after him. He's taken a spark to your adopted grand daughter, Sandra something or other."
"Sandra, yes."
"what people don't know is I had a daughter before I shipped to Korea. She married army officer during Vietnam, he died in the war; she giving him a son he never saw or new about. I was raised him, he became a decorated army officer. He married into a cluster fuck of a family, the Wilson's. any way he ended up in South America leading anti-drug teams as the military attaché to Venezuelan. There he met the Bennet sisters', identical twins. One was married to an old money LA family the Connors. Samantha was a beautiful wild child kind of girl. They started an affair and produced a son Camron. Robert decide to end his marriage and marry the girl, but his wife said no. so they were flying back to Washington to work out the divorce or open marriage, I don't know what. When their plane was sabotaged and when down in Marxist territory."
He takes several deep breaths thru a mask. I digest the information. Nothing earth shaking, other than the social issues. Old money hates to admits screwing and father kids with the staff. I wait for him to continue. His Pa brings me a coffee.
"Where was I. O' yes the plane. It crashed in a particularly rough area in Colombia border. A SEAL team was dispatched to recuse them. But the Marxist got there first. They torture the survivors for a ransom, propaganda bullshit. Camron parents died watching him, 14-month-old, hanging from a tree as target practice. The SEAL's arrived rescued him and wipe out the rebels. They turned him over to his Aunt Rebecca Connors. She took the boy and left her husband for the SEAL commander an Africa America boy of mixed race, Jonathan Brown. They lived outside Norfolk till he died three years ago, in Afghanistan in a copter crash. His mother died eight month ago, of cancer. Soon I'll be dead. He will be the heir to my family, Wilsons, Bennet and Brown. Since he has only his impotent step adopt father left. He's official a Connors, but he's really a Barney, we're descendants of Commodore Joshua Barney of the War of 1812."
"Does the boy know?"
"Yes, god dam it. 10 months ago, she told him, gave him all her files and information. He has all the power, wealth and prestige in the family, well himself since when I die he'll be alone."
"Your wrong, your power and prestige is nothing without family. He's with us now. Whether this thing works out with Sandra or not. He will always be family to us. Merit counts! Blood doesn't. We Greys' chose are kin and friends. We don't care about his past, only how he goes forward. But this does explain a lot. You want to shock and quilt me into pushing the boy out. To break up their young love. Well, mister Secretary. screw you." I walk out the room. The Pa stops me.
"Please Mister Grey, don't judge him harshly, his kind are from a different era, he'll be dead soon, matters of weeks, if not days." He says.
I move around him. "I work for the boy. Mister Grey." I stop turn around, "What did you say?"
"We all the staff here, in Seattle, all the house and estate work for the boy, Mr. Connors. He was made heir on the death of his mother. His so-called father is broke. He lives on suffices from Camron. His mother, both of them were brilliant genius's, he should be in college, but he promised his mother on her death bed to go to high school and try to be normal, to experience life as a teenage boy, not some lab rat progeny. So please give him a chance. He remembers everything from the crash." The PA tells me.
On the flight home I think about everything. Christian was a genius; his kids are all coming up genius. Sandra beau is a certified genius. But I see the faults, and failures'. I look out the window as the sun chases the plane. Family counts, in our family we chose are kin. For everything; our family is kind, caring, and compassionate. We are strong and able. I realize as the seat belt sign blinks. Camron and Sandra are copies of Christian and Anna at that age.
As I exit the security area. I see my son. Waiting for me. He has a sign. "I missed you!" I hug him. We're flying up to the farm in his Helicopter.
