Chapter Forty
Sam
The moment felt so right, and I knew Grace felt the moment was right too. I leaned my forehead up against hers and looked into her soft, brown eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." She whispered.
"Well, I love you."
"I do too." She opened her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek. I rubbed it away with my thumb.
"What's wrong?"
"My parents, they think that I'm still pregnant. What will my dad do when he finds out? He might think that you made me have an abortion or something. Even though we tell them it was a miscarriage, my dad won't believe me."
"Stop your worrying, you worry too much. Just make your mother tell him, and then everything will be alright."
"I just don't want you to get hurt." Her father did throw some hard punches, but I didn't want Grace's parents to expect something they wouldn't get right away.
"Do you want me to tell them over the phone?"
"Sam would you?"
"Anything for you." Grace went to the corner of the room and grabbed her purse. She sat back onto the bed and pulled her phone. Then she pressed one button and put the phone to my ear.
"Grace honey how is the baby? How are you?" Grace's mother asked.
"Mrs. Brisbane its Sam, I took Grace to the hospital after the doctor's appointment." I explained.
"Is she ok?"
"Now she is but, they did tests and she had a miscarriage."
"Grace," I heard her mother whisper. "Sam I'm so sorry, are you going to try again?"
"We have to wait six months before we can try again. It's whatever Grace wants. I think having a baby would be nice but Grace is all I have so that's what I'll keep until a baby."
"Sam, you're so good with words, it blows me away every time you speak." She made me feel good and a weird, warm feeling inside. "May I talk to Grace, real quick; I promise I won't keep her long? I won't tell her father either, at least not yet." I shot Grace a look and mouthed the words 'She wants to talk,' She put her hand out and rolled her eyes.
"Here she is, thank you Mrs. Brisbane, for everything, and for understanding."
"I like you Sam, and I want to trust you, but my husband on the other hand doesn't. Well bye Sam."
"Bye," I handed the phone to Grace and she rested her head on my shoulder.