Hours later, Grace shivered in her sleep and rolled to get closer to Oliver. When she didn't feel him next to her, she slowly woke as she reached an arm across the bed. The spot next to her was cold and she shivered again feeling a breeze blow through the dark room. The door leading to the balcony off of Oliver's room was open. Grace climbed out of bed, wrapped herself in one of Oliver's robes, and made her way to the door. Oliver leaned against the railing looking out into the night. Not wanting to startle him, Grace spoke softly, "Oliver?"

He turned at the sound of his name and smiled softly, "Hi," he replied before turning back around.

Grace approached him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, "is everything okay?"

Oliver rubbed her hands with his for a moment and then turned around. He brushed Grace's hair away from her face with both hands before pulling her head to him gently and kissed her deeply.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do. I love you too."

"I just, I just need to make sure you know that."

"Oliver, why do you think I don't know that?"

"I just want you to be happy."

"Oliver?"

"I'm afraid I've rushed you into everything, and I just need you to know how much I love you. You deserve the very best and I never want you to feel like I'm not giving you that."

Grace placed her small hands on Oliver's face, "Oliver Warbucks, I don't know why you keep doubting yourself, but I need you to understand that you are everything to me. You've made me feel more loved and cherished in this short amount of time than I have my whole life. You are amazing and I feel so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one."

"I love you Oliver."

"I love you too, Mrs. Warbucks."

He leaned down and kissed her. It was a passionate, open mouth kiss and he felt her melt into him. He massaged her tongue with his and his hands wrapped tighter around her waist. He reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers and moved to kiss down her neck.

"Mmm Oliver," she said breathless, "it's cold out here."

Oliver swept her up into his arms, and kicked the door shut behind him as he carried his bride back inside. He made his way over to the bed and sat down, holding her tightly in his lap. Grace looked into his eyes and ran her hand over his check, "do you feel better now?"

He only nodded in reply.

"You're awfully hard on yourself, Oliver."

"I just love you so much and I never want you to feel like I've taken advantage of you or neglected you."

"I know, but why do you think that? Why are you so afraid that you aren't being good to me."

"You know I have a reputation for being not a nice man with a horrible temper."

"Well yes, your temper is one thing, but I happen to think you are very nice man."

"Grace,"

"No. You listen to me. I have fallen madly in love with you because of the amazing person you are. You make me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. You make me feel so loved, so happy, and so safe and I want you to quit doubting yourself because you are my everything. I love you and I cannot imagine life without you."

"Well you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

She smiled at him and rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, "Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"Take me to bed."

He rubbed her back and replied, "are you tired sweetheart?"

"No. I want you to make love to me."

"How can I argue with that?"

Pajamas were removed and they tumbled onto the bed wrapped in each others arms. Grace ran her hands over Oliver's strong chest and wrapped her legs around his waist. Oliver held her close to him and pulled her lips between his, his tongue begging for entrance.