"Jack." Grace finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, Grace." Jack picked up a napkin and wiped daintily at his face.
"Did Will tell you?" Grace asked.
"Yes he did." Jack responded, setting down his napkin. He heard muffled sobs coming from Grace. He turned to look at her and saw her crying.
"Oh, Jack, I don't know what I'm going to do." Grace cried. Jack hesitated, not sure what to do. With much reluctance he slipped his arms around her and held her to him. She continued to sob into his shirt. His hand went naturally to her hair and he stroked it, running his hands through her auburn curls.
He surprised himself by feeling very comfortable in this position. This was definitely different from Karen who had never cried in front of him. He had always wanted to be there for someone else, as self-centered as most people thought he was.
Willfully he lowered his lips to her forehead and kissed her radiant red hair. He felt her stop crying and she cautiously looked up at him. "Jack McFarland, did you just kiss my forehead?" She whispered tediously.
"I did." Jack smiled down into her confused green eyes. "Oh, Grace you poor thing." Jack turned her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. At first she tensed, not sure what Jack was trying to do, console her or come on to her. She decided on the first since Jack McFarland would win the gayest man alive prize any day.
But suddenly she felt him kissing her shoulder blade. It sent shivers down her spine. She felt relaxed and safe with Jack. And she knew he wouldn't run off to some foreign country like her own husband, opps, her soon to be ex-husband.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting Jack kiss her neck.
This is so weird, Jack thought. He didn't feel anything for Grace, but something was there.
"Jack," Grace had snapped out of thought, realizing what Jack was doing.
"What," He let her go and she stood up, turning to face him.
"Jack, you don't love me. You love men." She wasn't asking him, just making it clear to herself.
"I don't love you, Grace. You're a woman. And yes, I do love men." Jack confirmed her fears.
"Well then why are you coming on to me?" She asked.
"I don't know." Jack looked away, he was gone into deep thought.
Will entered to find his two best friends quietly avoiding one another. "What's going on here?" He asked as he went to his room.
"Nothing." Grace sighed, following Will into his room. She sat on his bed and watched as he started packing his suitcase. She was immediately reminded of Leo packing his suitcase. She'd lay there and watch him and every time he'd put something in he'd kiss her. "Where are you going?" She asked finally realizing he hadn't told her his plans.
"Karen's. I'm staying over with her for awhile. She's having morning sickness, and can't stand to be alone." He said without looking at Grace.
"Oh." Every time he mentioned Karen it was an 'oh' as if to say 'oh, so now I'm not so important'.
"Come on Grace. I'm the father of her child. I have an obligation to be there for her." Will said testily.
"I didn't say anything." Grace threw up her hands.
"Yes you did, you said 'oh'," Will threw a shirt into his suitcase.
"I know, I said 'oh', that doesn't mean anything." She snapped back.
"Yes it does. 'Oh' means...means," He paused pretending to focus on folding his pants. "'oh'."
"Exactly." Grace shook her head. "Wait, what am I suppose to do?" She couldn't be alone.
"Um, can Jack stay with you?" Will felt horrible, and hated having to decide between Grace and Karen.
"Not after-"Grace stopped, not wanting to tell Will what had happened. "Yeah."
Will looked at her funny, but then decided that he didn't want to know. "OK," He zipped up his suitcase. "I'll tell Jack to stay," he kissed Grace's forehead and then picked up his heavy suitcase. "You can sleep in my bed." He added as he went out.
"Thanks." Grace called back, not getting up from her seat.
"Yeah, Grace." Jack picked up a napkin and wiped daintily at his face.
"Did Will tell you?" Grace asked.
"Yes he did." Jack responded, setting down his napkin. He heard muffled sobs coming from Grace. He turned to look at her and saw her crying.
"Oh, Jack, I don't know what I'm going to do." Grace cried. Jack hesitated, not sure what to do. With much reluctance he slipped his arms around her and held her to him. She continued to sob into his shirt. His hand went naturally to her hair and he stroked it, running his hands through her auburn curls.
He surprised himself by feeling very comfortable in this position. This was definitely different from Karen who had never cried in front of him. He had always wanted to be there for someone else, as self-centered as most people thought he was.
Willfully he lowered his lips to her forehead and kissed her radiant red hair. He felt her stop crying and she cautiously looked up at him. "Jack McFarland, did you just kiss my forehead?" She whispered tediously.
"I did." Jack smiled down into her confused green eyes. "Oh, Grace you poor thing." Jack turned her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. At first she tensed, not sure what Jack was trying to do, console her or come on to her. She decided on the first since Jack McFarland would win the gayest man alive prize any day.
But suddenly she felt him kissing her shoulder blade. It sent shivers down her spine. She felt relaxed and safe with Jack. And she knew he wouldn't run off to some foreign country like her own husband, opps, her soon to be ex-husband.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, letting Jack kiss her neck.
This is so weird, Jack thought. He didn't feel anything for Grace, but something was there.
"Jack," Grace had snapped out of thought, realizing what Jack was doing.
"What," He let her go and she stood up, turning to face him.
"Jack, you don't love me. You love men." She wasn't asking him, just making it clear to herself.
"I don't love you, Grace. You're a woman. And yes, I do love men." Jack confirmed her fears.
"Well then why are you coming on to me?" She asked.
"I don't know." Jack looked away, he was gone into deep thought.
Will entered to find his two best friends quietly avoiding one another. "What's going on here?" He asked as he went to his room.
"Nothing." Grace sighed, following Will into his room. She sat on his bed and watched as he started packing his suitcase. She was immediately reminded of Leo packing his suitcase. She'd lay there and watch him and every time he'd put something in he'd kiss her. "Where are you going?" She asked finally realizing he hadn't told her his plans.
"Karen's. I'm staying over with her for awhile. She's having morning sickness, and can't stand to be alone." He said without looking at Grace.
"Oh." Every time he mentioned Karen it was an 'oh' as if to say 'oh, so now I'm not so important'.
"Come on Grace. I'm the father of her child. I have an obligation to be there for her." Will said testily.
"I didn't say anything." Grace threw up her hands.
"Yes you did, you said 'oh'," Will threw a shirt into his suitcase.
"I know, I said 'oh', that doesn't mean anything." She snapped back.
"Yes it does. 'Oh' means...means," He paused pretending to focus on folding his pants. "'oh'."
"Exactly." Grace shook her head. "Wait, what am I suppose to do?" She couldn't be alone.
"Um, can Jack stay with you?" Will felt horrible, and hated having to decide between Grace and Karen.
"Not after-"Grace stopped, not wanting to tell Will what had happened. "Yeah."
Will looked at her funny, but then decided that he didn't want to know. "OK," He zipped up his suitcase. "I'll tell Jack to stay," he kissed Grace's forehead and then picked up his heavy suitcase. "You can sleep in my bed." He added as he went out.
"Thanks." Grace called back, not getting up from her seat.