Chapter Forty-One

Grace

"Hello mom," I said.

"Honey, I'm so sorry for your problem," my mother whispered. "Your father is in his office I can't talk loud or long."

"It's ok, look I'm sorry about-"

"You don't have to apologize; its life and I understand I need to apologize, for saying what I said at the hospital."

"It's ok, really it is, and that just caught me off guard that you said that."

"I wasn't thinking, I was happy and scared, because I know your father and Sam don't see eye to eye sometimes." Sometimes, I think she means all the time.

"Well I better let you go. Bye mom, love you."

"I love you too Grace, bye." I hung up and looked at Sam.

"Why is talking to my mom, so hard?" I asked Sam.

"I don't know I haven't talked to my mom, or dad for who knows how long." I felt bad that Sam hadn't talked to his parents, and I wanted to make it up to him.

"Do you think you would want to visit them?"

"Oh, Grace I don't know, they could try to kill me or they could be like," Sam got up and started prancing around. "Look at me I'm a happy person, I went to jail for trying to kill my son." Sam sat back down on the bed and wiped his hand on his forehead.

"That did not wear you out." I put my hand on his arm and felt his muscles. Then I ran a hand down his chest, and I felt his muscles through his wet t-shirt.

"I looked good doing it though," Sam shrugged and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

"Stop," I lightly punched his chest. Then I opened my phone and looked at my screensaver, it was blue mushrooms coming out of the ground. I decided if someone found my phone, just in case I got hurt, they would see Sam and I, and maybe they would contact Sam fast, knowing that we were hugging or something, on my screensaver. "Sam, can we take a picture?"

"Of us? Together?" Sam seemed shocked.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" I said laughing.

"No I-whatever, sure." Sam pushed his body right next to mine, and wrapped his arms around me. I turned my phone so the camera was looking at us and clicked the 'snap' button. I turned the phone around and looked at us. We were an odd set, but opposites attract. "Well, that's a picture worth saving." I turned around and kissed him.

"That's my new screensaver," I pushed the screensaver button and then shut my phone. "Thank you," I said and I closed my eyes. I felt lips press onto my lips and a tongue ran across my teeth.

"You're welcome," He whispered and pushed me back onto the mattress. "I thought it was a good picture of us." I opened my eyes and stared into his never-ending yellow eyes.

"I did too." Sam kissed me then got up and pulled his shirt off. I looked at Sam, and just stared at him.

"Grace, earth to Grace." Sam said waving his hand in front of me.

"Sorry, I just love you so much, Sam." I got up and put my arms around him.

"Are you ok, Grace?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I kissed his cheek and he just stared at me and smiled. Then he kissed me and walked to the drawer to grab a shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head and then grabbed a pair of pants out of the drawer. Then walked over to the bed and threw the pants on it, he took off his wet pair and pulled the dry pair on. I followed him into the bathroom as he put his wet shirt and pants in the bathtub. "I'm going to make dinner, ok?"

"Sure, do you want me to help?"

"If you want, I'm making cheese and spinach frittatas and biscuits." Sam nodded and we headed into the kitchen.