Chapter Fifty
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back,
Katy Perry – Teenage Dream
Don was sitting on the couch, flicking through the channels on the TV when Grace got home from the doctor's appointment she'd managed to schedule. Doctor McCormick had confirmed everything Grace had suspected. She was two months pregnant with Don's child, it was happy and healthy as far as the doctor could tell. Grace had been more than a little relieved to hear that news, it had settled her mind thankfully. It made the next few steps easier.
Don tilted his head towards her taking in Grace's small smile as she stepped through the door.
"You look happy." he commented drily.
Grace understood the meaning behind those words. He meant considering their day off had been ruined and they had been working the case of a child gunned down in the street. There still hadn't been a happy ending yet. Sam and his mother were spending the night at the hospital with Nicky. Despite the fact the fourteen year old boy had pulled through the surgery, he still hadn't awoken. Grace prayed it was just a matter of time.
Grace stepped towards the sofa, dropping her handbag on the floor followed by her jacket. She was wearing that fitted long black blouse he liked. It hugged her feminine curves but fell past her hips hiding her badge and weapon when they were out in the street. It looked even better when she wasn't wearing any jeans. Those pale toned thighs looked glorious clad in absolutely nothing at all.
Don couldn't help but smile as at the grin on his wife's features. He was happy to see her, ecstatic even. She always had made a way of making him feel better no matter what had happened during the day. Don leaned back on the couch, watching her through hooded lids as he felt himself beginning to stir in his jeans. It still astounded Don that she had that power over him, one smouldering look and he was already rock hard, craving her touch.
Grace slid into his lap, her knees were on either side of his hips as their pelvis nudged together. Don tipped his head back moaning as Grace arched her hips slightly causing a delicious amount of friction between their jeans. His hands were in her hair, fingers combing through the silky strands as her lips descended on the curve of his throat, licking and sucking that one spot on the curve of his neck that drove him absolutely insane. Grace rotated her hips as Don thrust upwards into her clothed form as heat and need flushed through every single one of his nerve endings.
"Remember that conversation from this morning?" she asked him practically breathless.
Don gripped her dark hair tightly in his fist guiding her head back to expose her pale throat. His teeth grazed the hollow of her tender skin as he spoke against it, his warm breath caressing the underside of her jaw lovingly.
"You want to make a baby?" Don murmured as his tongue teased the spot underneath her earlobe making Grace cry out in anticipation at the sensation.
"We already did." Grace told him, her voice husky as his hands undid the first button of her blouse and then the second to reveal her cleavage.
Don drew back in order to study her face intently as Grace laced her fingers at the back of his neck unwilling to break the connection between them.
"I did another test when I got back from the hospital. I had one left over from a few weeks ago. The doctor confirmed I'm two months pregnant." Grace said softly, struggling to gauge his reaction.
A grin highlighted Don's handsome features as he pressed his forehead against Grace's looking straight into that beautiful grey gaze. His firm hands cupped her delicate cheekbones as his nose trailed down along the length of her own.
"Barcelona." he whispered in understanding, pressing a soft kiss to her lips in jubilation.
Don's hands wrapped around his wife's body drawing her even closer in order to staunch the tiny gap between them.
"You feeling good about this?" he asked her outright, his lips kissing the corner of her mouth as his large hands slid down to knead her ass crushing her against his firm muscular body.
"Your making me feel real good right now Don." Grace murmured, her dark hair falling down over her shoulders as his hot mouth nuzzled the space between her cleavage causing her whole body to tighten in response to his ministrations.
"I meant about the baby." he muttered, his palms massaging her breasts through her shirt and bra. His vibrant blue eyes met hers as he teased her nipple with his tongue through her clothing.
Jesus, she loved it when he watched her like this. Grace moaned in encouragement as her fingertips threaded through Don's short hair as the corner of her mouth turned up into a small smile.
"I'm ready." she cried out loud. "I'm ready to have your baby."
"Just the one?" he teased making light work of her shirt, tugging it from her shoulders, the bra following closely behind.
"Your not funny." Grace pouted.
Don's thumbs toyed with her erect nipples as she ground against his stiffness desperate to get closer. They were both wearing far too many clothes for her liking. She wanted her husband more than anything right now. She wanted to consummate this memory, they needed to remember the day discovered she was pregnant for that fact, not because it had been the day a kid had gotten gunned down in the street.
"You've just made me the happiest man alive." Don told her, brushing the strands of dark hair away from her pretty features as she stared down at him.
"How about you return the favour?" Grace said, her fingertips grasping the hem of his white t shirt and tugging it up over his broad chest before throwing it on the floor behind her.
"I have a better idea." Don informed her, his strong arms wrapped around her waist as he rose to his feet.
Grace's legs locked around his hips as she clutched onto his shoulders scouting out possible locations for their coupling.
"Table or counter?" Don suggested, rubbing his cock against her molten core impatiently.
"Fuck me on the table." she whispered into the crook of his neck.
"Or over the table." Don mused, setting Grace down gently.
"My face not good enough for you?" Grace teased, turning around and placing her palms on the table as she stretched out along the length of the table.
"You know I love watching your ass as I fuck you." Don told her, his voice rough with arousal as his hands slid around her front undoing the button of her denim jeans.
"Are you gonna frisk me detective?" Grace asked in a suggestive smoky tone.
"Oh Gracie, your gonna wish you hadn't given me that idea." Don taunted sliding the metal hand cuffs off of her waist band before he took her wrist almost roughly and snapped the bracelet around it.
Grace complied willingly giving him her other wrist until both were trapped in front of the tattoo on the small of her back.
"Ever think maybe that's why I brought it up?" Grace pointed out as Don placed his hand on the back of her neck lightly as he bent her over the table.
"Your a naughty girl." Don told her, drawing back his hand and spanking Grace right on the ass.
Her cry of pleasure was music to his ears as he did it again. She struggled against her restraints as she presented her ass to him almost begging as she spoke.
"I've been a bad girl Detective and I will do anything not to end up in jail."
Hearing Grace say those words made his whole entire body tingle with agonizing desire. She knew what she did to him when she handed over complete control. His cock was throbbing with need, straining against his boxer shorts and jeans. She would do anything for him right now and that turned him on so much it was hard not to fuck the hell out of her.
"Then you can prove it." he told her sternly, yanking her trousers down to her ankles leaving her clad only in a pair of black lacy panties that hugged her firm ass like a second skin.
"Did you wear these for me?" he asked her hoarsely, his fingertips teasing along the elastic line before he pulled the lace taunt over her pale skin.
"I know you like it when I wear black." she moaned, arching against his hand as it slid into the cleft between her legs.
Grace's delicate panties were soaked through already from their game. God, she was so hot for him, he could make her do anything he wanted and she would comply. He relished the power she gave him but he would never abuse it.
"I forgot how much you enjoy it when I play bad cop." he told her, his voice ragged with intent as he drew her panties aside, his fingertips grazing her soaking wet core causing Grace to writhe helplessly before him.
Grace's faith in him amazed Don. She was handing over every stake she held in their relationship when she allowed him to put her in this position. She trusted him to make this experience about the both of them, not for him to take what he wanted from her bound body. He would stop if it become too overbearing or if he felt that she was even the slightest bit uncomfortable but it was never too much.
Grace gave as good as she got when she decided to dominate him. Don unzipped his jeans unable to wait any longer, he dragged the panties down her exquisite thighs before his unwavering hands came to rest on her hips as Don rubbed the leaking tip of his cock against her molten hot core.
"You want me?" he growled, his entire body screaming for release as he pressed the head of his pulsating member against Grace's slick entrance causing her to plead in longing.
"Always." she whimpered.
The noise she made when he entered her tightness nearly pushed him over the edge. Jesus, the moment Don penetrated her supple form he couldn't think. He could only feel as he buried his dick inside her right up into the hilt. He was lost in the sensation of their union. Knowing that his baby was living and growing inside her only sweetened the deal.
The two of them had created something stunning, something beautiful and amazing. Don had never dreamed of being this happy. For the first time in his life he felt completely whole, like everything had fallen right into place. Grace was panting underneath him, she was recanting his name as his mouth enclosed on her left shoulder, kissing each of those circular scars. She was begging him to move harder, faster, thrusting back against him as he pounded into her yearning flesh.
"I love you." he whispered fiercely into her ear as all of her muscles began to clench, gripping his cock like velvet glove. "Jesus, Grace I am so in love with you it scares me sometimes."
Don's words tipped Grace over the edge. Her orgasm was all consuming as it claimed her entire body. Grace cried out in ecstasy as Don held her steady, his fingers digging into her hips. He climaxed riding out Grace's orgasm with her as he listened to the sensual noises that escaped his wife's lips.
His fingers groped for the cuff keys he'd set on the table. It took him a second to undo the metal bracelets, releasing Grace from her bonds. She straightened up almost immediately, her knees were still weak from the powerful orgasm that had ripped through every fibre of her being. It surprised her how God damn good Don could make her feel every single time they made love.
Grace bowed her head forward trying to catch her breath, her silky chocolate brown hair falling over her pretty pale face. Don's drew the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around his shoulders, his hands gripping the corners. He wrapped his arms around Grace's naked body enfolding her in the confines of the blanket and drawing her warm inviting form to rest against his chest.
Grace leaned back, her head coming to rest in the crook of Don's neck as her slender fingers clasped the blanket replacing his grasp. Don's hands felt unbelievable as they glided over her body before his gentle palms rubbed circles on her firm, flat stomach.
"Your gonna be a great mom." he said softly, his mouth kissing the back of her head.
Grace's fingers interlaced with Don's as together they covered the outline of the place where they're baby was currently residing.
"Your gonna be the best daddy this baby could ever hope for." Grace complimented, wrapping the blanket back around the two of them again.
"We're ready for this." Don reassured her, his hands stroking along her stomach.
He wondered what their baby was doing right now. Was it sleeping? Would it look more like him or Grace? When he imagined their children they always had his wife's stunning grey gaze and his dark hair. They had Grace's wicked smile and her brutal honesty. They were athletic and head strong, a perfect mixture between the two of them.
"You think he knows we're talking about him?" Don asked her thoughtfully.
"He?" Grace questioned with a rueful smile. "This could be a girl for all we know."
Don turned Grace around to face him. She let the blanket flutter to the ground around them so they were standing naked before each other. Don dropped to his knees in front of his wife, he pressed his mouth against her stomach, Grace let out a high pitched squeal as his lips tickled her abdomen.
"Mommy says your a girl is that true?" Don murmured against her taunt skin before pressing his ear to her stomach as if listening. "Uh huh, right I'll tell her."
Don rose back up to his feet bringing the blanket back up with him before he looped it around his wife's cooling skin. It was his turn to take care of her now. The next few months would change her body and soul, he was determined to make the transition as comfortable as possible for his wife and their little bundle of joy.
"Nah, he says he's another Don Flack Jnr." Don told her, enfolding her up in the blanket once more before the two of them settled on the couch.
"We are not calling our baby that even if it is a boy. I love you and your father but we're not having a Junior, Junior in the family." Grace shook her head in defiance as Don gathered her up in his arms and held her tight against him.
"I'm thinking something Irish, Celtic maybe." Don told her as he debated the idea of them redressing before deciding he liked the fact they were naked under this blanket.
"Your thinking saints and angels since we're Catholic?" Grace asked him, her fingertips tracing the pattern of his scar absent mindedly.
"Bernadette is not an option." he dismissed immediately.
"I'm thinking Katelyn if it's a girl, Patrick or Nicholas if it's a boy." Grace offered up the possibilities she'd been considering inside the car.
"You've just named our child after your two favourite holidays, St Paddy's Day and Christmas." Don sniggered, his chest vibrating as he laughed out loud.
"We can hold out on the names for now." Grace remarked, rolling her eyes at his suggestion.
"Patrick Nicholas if it's a boy." Don murmured in her ear, burying his face in her hair. "Jennifer Katelyn Flack for a girl."
"Jennifer was my Nana's name." Grace said softly, tilting her head up to meet Don's vibrant blue gaze.
He knew how much that meant to her. Grace had loved her Nana more than anything in the world. She had been the one she ran to whenever her mother and her fought, she had been his wife's soothsayer before her death.
"Gotta keep something in the family, doll." Don told her as Grace curled up against his chest.
Don shifted to accommodate her guiding her knees over his lap before he tucked the blanket around her to make sure she was warm. Grace's palm came to rest over his heart, she could feel every individual beat underneath her fingertips.
"I love you." Grace told him sincerely as Don's hand trailed across her stomach, rubbing the spot where he thought the baby was sleeping. "I love you so god damn much."
Hey guys, a bit of a late chapter for all you lovely people out there! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it was wonderful to write something that made the two of them so happy.
Special thanks to Nat for all of her support, it's been a wild ride and I'm sure it'll stay that way.
Pheo: lol it's the soulless eye thing for me. People like that frighten me. It's like they have nothing inside them. Lol If I was in Grace's position I would rather tell him face to face at home as opposed to in work or over the phone. LMAO just thought of her texting it to him.
Sch: LMAO I can just imagine the extent of the whole team planning this guys murder down to the detail of who would do what. I think anyone in that position would turn into a Moma Bear if their family were being threatened. Lol I could imagine them being careless with the whole romance of what happened in Barcelona. I agree with you on instincts, I think we all need to learn to trust them. I'm glad you get this story on every level, it's really hard to thread it all in sometimes so it makes it very worth while when someone tells you they appreciate it.
Lov: lol It was a little longer than a day but I hope the chapter was worth waiting for. It's been a busy day lol. LMAO would you believe I feel utterly exhausted right now so it's funny your review should ask me if I am tired. I'm running off to make a cup of tea as we speak.
Bel: Maplin creeps me out, every time I write him I get the evil shivers and the hairs prickle on the back of my neck. It's frightening how malevolent people can be. I make no promises.
Sam: I'm sure you'll find out at some point during the next few chapters. Thankies for the review!
O'Dell: A happy chapter just for you! Lol We can't all be happy and have the luck of the draw. I hope I manage to keep you captivated!
Lori: I am too, I was surprised as they were though. I am glad your liking this story!
Running: lol The story wouldn't be half as interesting if it was peaceful! Thanks for the review.
Bjq: I am glad you loved it, I wanted something none intrusive but that would push the boundaries a little. I am glad you enjoyed it.
