** note. sorry for the delay. my desktop PC died in a hazy of Windows 10 errors and freezes. no amount of reinstall worked. so i had to buy a new desktop. at least this one hasn't frozen once since i got it. thank you all for the kind words and review.

** i reference Robert Louis Stevenson in previous chapters. a Wikipedia check should have given you the answer bases on one of his books title. Dr._ and Mr. _. is the current threat to the grey family.

*** Carrick Grey is not going to let a NDA or two harm his family. he is and will become the patriarch of the family.

** i know Camron story line is complicated and yes he is a copy of Christian. how will Christian deal with a copy of his adolescent self. particularity dating his daughter.

i will try for more chapters, but the holiday is hard without my partner Christene, thirty-two years together, now just month apart; tearing me down. but enough of my angst. have happy holiday and remember hold on to the one's you love, you'll never know when its the last time.

Chp50 X in the orchard

The sky is a glorious painting of orange and yellows as the sun sets over the Olympic range. The soothing thump of the rotors. My son fly's us to my in-law's farm. I can't wait to play the Easter bunny for my grand-kids. I reflect on the weird turns and twist this life as throw me. I marvel how a few short years have turn my life upside down, and made my world right and worth living.

"Christian, you want answers?" I say as Taylor snorts in the headset.

"Yes, what up with the Ambassador?" I knew my CPO alerted Welch and Taylor, thus Christian.

"He is Camron Biological great grandfather. He is the boy's last living relative."

"What about his dad?" Taylor ask.

"His adopted father is his uncle by marriage. He's broke. Camron owns everything." I let it sink in.

"Do you know why his security is so tight?" Taylor ask.

"Yes, his Biological father was a senior Army officer in south America. Him, his wife and Camron biological mother died after a plane crash in the south America mountains. Rebels captured them. Tortured and killed them before a rescues could be done." I spare them the more gruesome details.

"Colonel Mitchell? He was tight with the Ambassador." Taylor has put two and two together and come up with gold.

"Yes, he's was the Deputy Secretary of States grandson. Some issue with having a kids with staff. Bullshit. The proper title is his highest office. So calling him Ambassador is like calling a colonel and captain." I admonish Taylor

"Yes, sir. Mitchell was a good soldier but a lousy man. His affairs and failures made him like Patton or MacArthur. You worshiped him or hated his guts. So fear of the Rebels?" Taylor smirk, I can feel it in the small cabin.

"Yea, several important Drug leaders of the Marxist rebel were killed by the SEAL recuse team. Plus, he inherited a shit load of property, and responsibility; he should be in college, but his late mother, really his aunt, wanted him to have a more normal life, it explains the pot. The boy is so overloaded with angst and responsibility that its killing him. Secretary and his worthless step dad are making it worse. I will make him take a regent, or guardian." I will make him safe, emotional and financial.

"So what do you think we should do dad." Christian ask quietly. I see the wheels turning in his head. Camron is him. He has run full circle into a person like him. Like Anna. Now he has to be me. The father about to make decision that will affect his life. I watch the emotions flash across his face.

"I think he should help him move his financial and management to a third party. To have his father separated from him. And at the least provide a more stable support base." I think at loud.

"I will talk to him. Have him move is stuff under GEH. As an independent section. I think you and Mom should be his regent. It'd will make him and Sandra complicated, but he needs someone with experience with assholes like me." He smirks and grins at that last word. My mercurial son, my billionaire on. I have to grin back. Every day I see more and more of me in him. Some I hate most I love.

"WE will talk to him. We can't railroad him into anything. If he's half as smart as he thinks he is, he'll see the light."

"Carrick, I will work with his security to build a better more focused threat base." Taylor speaks.

"Speaking of threats; Eliana is no longer a threat. A certain middle eastern man with similar lifestyle, extreme SM. Has taken her out of the country. If past experience are taken into account. She won't live out the year." I let the implication sink in. I made sure to connect the dots and remove that threat.

"A new threat is on the screen, Jack Hyde. A nickel and dime editor with Chicago base Planet Books. He is after your specifically Christian. I have a deep background going on. He was using Eliana for information and contacts here in Washington. I've neutralized the contacts. His BDSM nicknames is Jekyll. Probably from the Robert Louis Stevenson book title. He under surveillance. I suspect he lead the spree of attacks. I have left orders that at the first proof of a crime, he be outed to the police. If not a more proactive response will be used."

I watch as Christian looks at me. With wonder and fear. "this is my family, my world. It's time we take the fight to the enemies, make them know a price has to be payed." He nods, "Hell yes Carrick" from the back seat.

We let the silence take the rest of the flight.

xxxxxx

Grand's apple farm.

Grandma-t pov.

I sit at my kitchen table sipping my second cup of coffee, my first decaf, as I watch my man of decades sips his. We're waiting for the intrepid great-grand kids and grand-kids to finish the Easter egg hunt. I listen to the soothing Rachmaninoff piece. I can see out the window, Sawyer's climbing the grain silo. Taylor has an observation post up there to watch the orchard where the kids are hunting Easter eggs.

The door slams, as Phoebe stomps into the room. Her purple and pink Easter basket of eggs and candy fly's across the room. Breaking into pieces. She hops up and down in rage. I open my arms. She runs into them. Angry little thing. "What wrong?"

"Everyone is passing cooties, and not hunting eggs. They Easter bunny won't come back next year. Even James as a girl." She pouts and rages. I look up as Anna and Christian fill the door.

"Phoebe it's OK. The Easter bunny will always be here for you; as long has you believe." I sooth her angst. I watch as Christian gets a broom and dustpan to clean up the mess. OMG how my grandson has changed. How good of a father he's become. I see my husband wink at me. I worried so much about him, his issues and angst. Yet here is more prove that he is healed.

"Phoebe let watch the Easter bunny movie, while the rest are still in the orchard." Anna knees and hugs us both. I marvel at her ability to give and care for others. We head into the living room to watch again the Easter bunny movie. My husband joins me on the couch. Anna and phoebe are on pillows and blanket on the floor. Giggling and whispering. I notice Christian joins them. I feel so happy and free. As I watch my grandson turn into a loving father. My man leans over taking me in his arms and kiss me. "Not you too grandma T!" phoebe cries.

"Phoebe, kissing is natural, soon you'll have a boyfriend." Anna starts to explain. "Long while." Christian mutters.

Xxxxxx

Sawyer-pov

I climb up to relieve Taylor of overwatch. I feel very guilty as I climb. I have a secret. Reaching the top, I see Taylor laid back enjoying the sun. "Hey, T how goes the day?"

"Everything is static right now. Everyone left in the orchard is making out." He looks off into the distance. I worry.
"Luke you need to be careful, it's not just your job, it borders on legal." I swallow hard, shit he knows

"It's legal, she setting the pace. It's only a few more months. T I swear it serious." I sweat

"Make sure! With the new direction threat management is taking you could be run over." Taylor says

"here's the map of the orchard. Elliot and Kate are over there in the northwest corner with double XX, Lang and Emma are under the apple cart near the road at PG-13 second base. James and Natalia, Wolfs girlfriend's cousin, are at PG first base in the south west corner. Sandra and Camron are R rated shortstop to the left of the roundabout near the gran-smith trees. Wolf and his current girlfriend are over on the south side of the roundabout near the tractor. You were near the shed on the north east. That everyone in the orchard. Phoebe stormed off, with Chris and Anna in pursuit. They adults left early I suspect there in the house." Taylor briefs me.

"The adults are in the loft going XXX, sorry if you were planning that. Gail told me that she would wait in the hay wagon behind the garage. An Max said phoebe having a melt down because everyone is making out rather than hunt Easter Eggs with her." I smirk, and we laugh.

"Next year I'm defiantly bring Sophia, Her and Phoebe are close in age. The OP is all yours." He starts down the ladder. I swing one of the glasses towards the shed, their she is smiling at me. She laughs, looks about and Flash her tits at me. I harden. That girl is either going to destroy me or marry me. Shit Luke where did that thought come from, I'm a player, and one-nighter. Yet she fires me like no other. Making me want more.

Xxxxxx

Camron.- pov

Sandra soothes my soul with soft kisses and playful hands. I let her explores me. There is no pain, or shame. I feel light as a feather, under her touch. I lazily twist the ends of her hair. Last night plays thru my mind. Carrick, grace, Christian and Anna sat down an explained my great grandfather interference. How I needed a new support base. I was angry at first, yet Grace simple took me to a quiet corner and held me. No one holds me except mom, and Sandra. What is with these Grey women. I feel loved and a part of something, a family. Can I let go, trust? Can I let the control go? I think hard as Grace strokes my hair.

After I calm we rejoin the group. Christian has what sounds like a solid plan for the estates, money and business. I could do with that burden off my shoulders. Security is going to change. Carrick has spoken with Fitzpatrick. He was my step dads right hand man in the Teams. My security team is made up of guys from my step daddies SEAL teams. I miss him so much. He was the only real father I knew. How I have to choose, my legal dad is more than happy to take his money and retire to social events and other shit in LA. He hates Seattle, I came here because this is where my mother's both Rebecca's and Samantha spent their summers at their maternal grandmother's house, which is now a strip mall.

In her last days, Mom dreamed she was back here. The vivid images and memories were like a magical tour of happiness and freedom. I long to have those images and memories. The start was a nightmare of logistic, and family strife. Till that first day in school, walking into home room. I felt electrify, on edge as her green eyes locked on me. I sweated and harden. Quickly taking my seat. The fucking teacher makes me stand and intro myself. Afterwards I follow the map to my next class. By the end of the day, I run for the car. She is in every one of my classes. I don't know how I will survive Sandra Grey.

Yet here I lay in the soft grass, in an apple orchard with her. My mind is short circuited as her lips claim mine. Her scent is heavenly. I losses myself in her loving embrace. I think I'm going to love this high school thang.

Xxxxxxx

Hay loft apple farm.

I rape my poor aged husband. Taking control, I lead him to the loft as the kids headed to the orchard. Phoebe is bouncing with energy and belief that the Easter Bunny is real and left a special egg just for her. I marvel at Anna ability to interact with the younger kids. She was born for this, a mix of profession and motherhood. I wish I was half as good. Cary smacks my ass. "Your just as Good, Gracie. Anna models so much of herself on you. So relax, I plan on a repeat of last year here in this hay loft."

I squeal as we climb up. I lay a blanket out. As he strips my cloth. Laying kissing along my skin. Making me beg. He always makes me beg for more. I fist his hair and let the wonderful wicked tongue rule my body. I shake and pass out. He slowly wakes me with magic fingers and sweet words in my ear with a little tongue. I roll him over and slink down his tall, ribbed frame to his hard cock. I wickedly lick and tease him. Till he is on the verge of release.

I stop and smirk at him. As a slide my wet hot sex and mount him. I let my cowgirl ride take us to paradise and heaven and oblivion. We wake in each other's arms. Letting the world re-spin and time to start ticking. I let the world creep into our bubble. "Cary, I want to be guardian for Camron. Move him into the house. Make him part of the family, he and Sandra are going to be a couple, I can see it. Like Christian and Anna."

"Gracie, we will see. But your right. Once a Grey finds their soul mates. We never let them go." He nuzzles into my neck. Oh goodie round two.