Chapter 2 A beginning to a wonderful relationship

AN: So here it is Chapter 2.

So here I was a week later, standing at the door of my girls house, wearing a blue suit with gold tassels on the shoulders (AN: if you've seen Cinderella you know what I'm talking about). I raised my hand slowly to the door and knocked. Telling the guys about my imprint with Grace was…hard. Let's just say the only pack member that didn't laugh was Quil. That was because a month before I had met Grace Claire had just turned ten. I smiled thinking of Grace. I couldn't help that she already had me wrapped around her tiny finger.

While I was thinking this, I heard muffled voices coming closer to the door. One was easily identifiable. Grace. She flung the door open and when she saw it was me she leapt into my arms. I held onto her tightly, laughing as I said, "The party can start Prince Paul is here."

Grace giggled and looked down at my suit, playing with the tassels absentmindedly, and said, "You're a much better Prince Charming." She blushed at her words. But I just beamed.

I kissed her cheek and whispered, "And you're much prettier than Belle or Cindy." She blushed a deeper scarlet. Her friend, which had saw and heard the whole exchange, giggled.

Grace tugged on my arm and said, "Paul, can you put me down now?"

I smiled and nodded, slowly dropping her to the ground. Holding her up until I felt that she was stably standing. She grinned and instantly grabbed my hand pulling me inside.

She walked through an arch way that led, I assumed to the living room. After stepping through the arch, she shouted, "Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Prince Paul has arrived, and now the party may start." A couple little girls squealed with delight. Grace kept walking holding my hand the whole way.

She started heading down a hallway me in tow. She stopped in front of a door with the initials G.A.W. on it. She opened the door and led me inside shutting the door behind her. She looked up at me and said, "What do you think?"

I looked around at all the pink… well, EVERYTHING. Starting with her bed and ending with the picture on the wall. The picture shocked me because what she had drawn was a girl standing next to a… a grey wolf. My heart quickened and my thoughts jumbled. How could she know?

Grace seeing my reaction looked over to where my eyes had landed and blushed, "I had a dream about a grey wolf saving me in the woods. I just thought that maybe if I drew it I would feel safer in my room. And it has helped." She said blushing deeper.

I let out a gust of air that I hadn't noticed I had been holding until now, and smiled. "I love the picture. You're an amazing artist." None of that was a lie. The way she captured the grey wolf made it look exactly like me.

Grace blushed, and said, "Glad you think so." She walked forward and grabbed my hand, leading me back out her door and into the living room. There were about five girls running around talking about putting someone in the dungeon. Grace introduced me to a few of her friends, then walked outside, pulling me to the swing set. She sat down and looked up at me, "Would you mind pushing me, Paul?"

I smiled and went to stand behind her gripping the chains of the swing and said, "I would love to." As Grace slowly started getting higher and higher she started giggling with joy. Making me smile in the process. I loved this feeling. The feeling of just being with Grace like this. Not having to care what other people think. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her mom standing and watching from the other side of the glass door. Her friends talking to her. Asking who I was. She answered them still keeping her eyes trained on us. She said, "I just don't get it. They met and talked for like five minutes. Now she just can't stop talking about him. She's even mapped out all the places they would be going. And this morning she asked if he could spend the night tonight. Of course I said no. I told her if she wanted Paul to spend the night she would have to wait until she was 13. But by then she'll forget about him. It's just I've never heard her talk about someone that way before. It kind of scares me."

My eyes tightened. Would Grace forget about me? No, that couldn't be possible. I faintly heard one of her mothers friends sigh and say, "Young love."

Grace looked back at me and smiled wider. She said, "Paul, watch this." Before I could ask what she was doing she had already jumped out of the swing. Falling into a crouch. I ran to her looking her up and down. Concern etched on my face.

"Grace? Grace, are you okay?" I asked frantically.

She laughed and looked at me, "Paul, I'm fine. Don't be such a worry wart." She smiled even bigger.

My expression softened, but I said in a serious tone, "Don't you ever do that again. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Her smile softened and she hesitatated before asking, "What would you say if I asked you if you could take me to the movies this weekend."

I beamed down at her, "I would say, I would love to take you to the movies."

She smiled then stood up wiping off her dress. She adjusted the silver tiara she was wearing and looked up at me grabbing my hand, "Yay!" She giggled pulling me inside.

I couldn't help the huge smile breaking out on my face. She wanted me to go to the movies with her. I just wanted to kiss her adorable little cheek right then and spin her around I was so happy. She ran to her friends whispering about our plans. The all squealed in delight looking over at me. I looked on with amusement, as I watched my girl excitedly explain in detail what I said and my reaction. I know right then that this was a start to a wonderful relationship. I smiled as Grace walked over to me latching onto my hand. I pulled her to my side kissing her forehead in affection. I loved my life.

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