Grace rolled over… to an empty bed. She rolled back over and looked at the clock, which read 10:30. She had slept in again! She quickly hopped out of bed, but was forced to sit back down by a wave of dizziness. After it passed, she quickly dressed and headed to her husband's office. She had been so tired lately, and she didn't know why.

She entered the office and sat down in her usual chair in front of Oliver's desk. Oliver looked up from his paperwork, and seeing Grace sit down, stood up and took the seat next to hers.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He said, kissing her and taking her hand in his.

"Oliver," she began, stifling a yawn. "Why didn't you wake me?

"Well," he said, kissing her hand, "you are so beautiful when you are sleeping, I just couldn't bear waking you up. I love watching you sleep." He said, rising to kiss her again.

"I don't know why I have been so tired lately, and this morning I was so dizzy. I guess it's…"

"You were dizzy?" He interrupted, concern etched on his face.

"I'm sure it's just because I have been so tired lately." She reassured him, patting his hand.

"Well I think you should see a doctor."

"Oliver…" she began to protest.

"No buts, you need to see a doctor about this, Grace." He said, and it was final.

"Annie should go for a check-up anyway." Grace justified.

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Punjab helped Annie and Grace back into the car. She still couldn't believe what she had heard.

"Mom?" Annie asked. "Mom?" Grace had been smiling since she left the doctor's office.

"Hmm?" Grace finally responded, snapping out of her reverie.

"Did the doctor have something good to say? You look so happy."

"No," Grace lied. She wanted to tell Oliver what had transpired in the doctor's office before she told anyone else. "I'm just glad to be spending the day with you." She smiled to herself; it was going to be an interesting evening.

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They arrived back at the mansion, when Annie quickly jumped out of the car to play tennis with the asp.



"Annie, not too long now," Grace yelled to the girl's retreating back, "dinner is in half an hour."

"Ok, mom!" She yelled back, running around into the garden. Grace smiled and walked into the house.

"Oliver!" she called as soon as she had stepped inside. "Oliver!"

"I believe he's in his office, Ma'am." said Mr. Pugh, coming around the corner. "He's in with..."

"Thank you!" Grace said back, heading straight to his office, where he was…with President Roosevelt.

"Oh!" She gasped when she walked in, seeing President Roosevelt. "sorry." She whispered, turning around in the doorway.

"Ah! Mrs. Warbucks!" greeted FDR, coming over to shake her hand. "I haven't seen you since the wedding. That was almost two years ago now."

"How are you doing, Mr. President?" she asked, realizing there was no way to get away from this situation at the moment.

"Fine, fine." He said, as Oliver rose to join Grace's side. "I always knew you two were perfect for each other. Now tell me, are there any little Warbucks's in the future?" He asked, chuckling to himself. Grace blushed, while Oliver coughed, changing the subject.

"Franklin and Eleanor are staying for dinner, and maybe even staying the night, depending on the weather." Oliver said. Just then, Drake appeared.

"Dinner is ready, Sir."

"Thank you, Drake. Will you go fetch Annie, please?"

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The dinner table was full of talk and excitement. The president and Oliver were deep in discussion, talking rather fervently, sometimes Oliver losing his temper a bit. Grace and Eleanor were talking with Annie about this and that. Grace had not been feeling well since the first course came out, and Eleanor noticed.

"Grace, dear, you are looking a little pale."

"I do feel a little…" Grace jumped out of her seat. Oliver noticed immediately, and thought to follow her. But he was entertaining the President…

Grace returned a few minutes later, looking slightly better, although she was holding her head. She took a sip of her water as Oliver leaned over to talk to her.

"Dear, are you alright? He asked quietly, while the table was occupied by Annie telling a joke.



"Yes. I'm fine." She answered, looking at her napkin, feeling a smile appear in the corners of her mouth.

Suddenly Oliver remembered where she had been earlier in the day. "Oh, what did the doctor have to say about you being so tired and dizzy?"

"He said the dizziness would go away eventually, but the tiredness may be here to stay." She answered, giggling to herself. She knew she was leading him on….but she didn't want to just come out and say it with the president at their table.

"Well," he asked, "how long does he think it will be?"

"Oh, about nine months." She answered, and smile breaking out on her lips as she felt her cheeks flush.

"Nine mo…" Oliver whispered, trying to grasp what that time perio….

"LEAPING LIZARDS!" He shouted, boring the expression from their daughter, who got rather quiet rather quickly. He jumped up, pulling Grace up with him and kissing and hugging her as much as he possibly could, before releasing her to look her in the eyes, while placing his hand on her stomach.

"A baby?!"

Grace could hardly squeak out a feeble 'yes' before Oliver had once again swept her up in a kiss that took her breath away.

"Well, Oliver." The president interrupted, after clearing his throat several times. Oliver finally released Grace from his grasp. "I guess this calls for a toast. Congratulations, you three." He finished, looking from Grace to Oliver to Annie.

All Annie, Grace and Oliver could do was smile. FDR whispered under his breath to his wife "about time."