Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sam
It was Grace's birthday, and I had finally got the money for her legs. I recycled a lot of Ulrik's beer cans, and I got a lot of money from that, and I sold some junk I found out back and in the basement. I felt bad selling it because it wasn't mine but I really needed the money.
"Good morning Grace," I whispered biting her ear. She swatted me away with her hand and groaned.
"Five more minutes," She mumbled.
"No it's your birthday, come on get up." I shook her and she opened her eyes. She stared blankly at me for a few seconds the sat up on one elbow.
"I'm up," She looked so pretty but it was her birthday and Isabel, Lori, Rachel, and Rebecca will make her feel even more beautiful.
"I'm glad," I said kissing her cheek.
"Well can you pick me up and bring me to the living room?" I got up and walked over to her. I knelt down as she sat down in front of me. I looked into her eyes and put my hands on her stomach.
"There's a baby there, Grace." She closed her eyes and nodded. I knew it was a lot to take in and I felt like everyone was pushing her to hard.
"Ya,"
"You're not upset about the baby right?"
"No, just confused,"
"Why?"
"Well I don't know how it was made."
"What, the baby? Does that matter?"
"It does matter if you're the one who has it inside you."
"Well I do have one idea of how that could of gotten there." I said rubbing her stomach.
"How?" Grace sounded upset with me, that I knew how.
"Well remember when we found out you were leaving, I tossed around a few ideas in my head on how to keep you here and-"
"Please tell me that getting a car accident wasn't one of them?"
"No but let me cut to the chase, remember the night that you and I were getting you ready to leave-"
"Oh yes I remember now," She whispered, biting her lower lip and looking at the floor. "Well I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"Grace?" I whispered.
"Well I wouldn't."
"Really you want to, you um, cant." I said pointing to her stubs.
"Why not?" Grace was so beautiful, and now she wanted me. Could she even do that? I mean in her condition the doctor said to not do anything sexual with her. Very funny like you could stop Grace's mind from soaring into area's that I never really go to with her.
"I don't know maybe because everyone will be wondering where we are, it is your birthday."
"I don't care all I want is you, all you." Grace said rubbing her hand on my face. Then I saw her eyes drift to her hand. I knew she saw it. I got her a ring with the extra money I got from selling the junk. It was a silver ring with a yellow gold strip through the ring with round diamonds in the center with two smaller diamonds on both sides of it. "Sam, what is this?"
"Well, Grace I love you so much and I just want to officially call you my fiancé, and live the rest of my life with you." Grace started to cry and I felt bad.
"No, no don't cry, I didn't want you to cry,"
"Sam, I just didn't expect this, when did you put it on me?"
"When I was positive that you were passed out. You snore a lot."
"I do not snore." Grace and I fight about this all the time, but there is no doubt about it, she snores sometimes.
"Fine I'm not going to argue with you." I took Grace's left hand and I admired the sparkling ring on her finger. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, thank you."
"Can we go into the living room now?"
"Fine, but we will spend some time together later." I picked Grace up and walked her to the couch. No one was up which was funny. Didn't anyone remember it was Grace's birthday?
"Good morning Grace," a voice said from the hallway. It was Cole holding a circular wrapped item.
"Oh, good morning Cole," No one knew that I bought Grace a ring but I knew that almost everyone would know by the end of the day.
"Happy birthday,"
"Thanks,"
"Everyone was wrapping your gifts," Cole said walking into the kitchen setting his gift on the counter.