Chapter Forty-Two

Sam

Grace and I walked into the kitchen to start making dinner.

"We need eggs, spinach, cheese, flat bread, and a skillet. Also grab the biscuit mix and make those please." I grabbed all ingredients and the skillet. I handed the items to Grace, and she smiled at me. "Thank you," She kissed me and Isabel cleared her throat.

"I don't want cooties all over my dinner." Isabel said.

"Just go away, I don't watch you and Cole kiss, and I don't even want to know the places you kiss." Grace said. I turned around, laughing and started to make the biscuits.

"I see you." I kept to my work and put the dough in the oven. I walked over to Grace kissed her neck while she was making dinner on the skillet.

"Stop," She said laughing and bringing her head to her shoulder. She put the last frittata on a plate and put the plate on the kitchen table. "Dinner," Grace yelled. I pulled out a chair and told Grace to sit in it.

"My lady," I said. Grace smiled and sat in the chair.

"Thank you, Sam." I pushed her in and then sat next to her. Cole ran to the table and Isabel walked slowly behind him, holding her stomach. Cole sat down and Isabel sat next to him. They sat across from Grace and I. Paul and Lori soon followed after Cole and Isabel. They sat down too. Soon the table was filled with people eating frittatas.

"That was wonderful, Grace. I'll help you clean up." Rebecca said. She started grabbing empty, dirty, plates that were in front of people.

"Thank you," Grace got up and collected the plates that Rebecca didn't. Everyone dispersed from the table and went to their rooms.

Cole

Isabel didn't eat much at dinner, which worried me because Grace had a miscarriage. I didn't want anything happening to her.

"Are you ok, Isabel?" I asked her as she looked in the mirror at her stomach.

"Ya, just imagining how much bigger it's going to get." She said.

"I really don't know, but let's take a look." I took out my phone and looked up 'nine months pregnant'.

"Oh my, I'm going to look like that."

"Not to ruin your day but, yes."

"Cole I can't be that, that-"

"Fat," I said plainly.

"Yes." Isabel sat on the bed and put her head in her hands.

"You can't cry over that," Isabel looked up at me, and tears poured down her face. "Maybe you can, but Isabel look at me." I sat down on the bed next to her and wiped the tears from her eyes. Isabel stared into my green eyes, and I looked into her blue eyes. I looked at her hair; it was almost a full white-blonde. When I first saw her after the hunt, her hair was a dark brown. "You dyed your hair."

"What, ya like a half a year ago."

"You look beautiful, with your blonde hair though."

"What do you want Cole? You never complement me."

"I want nothing from you, and what I can't complement my fiancé now?"

"Were not engaged anymore, remember?"

"In my mind, we are." I wiped the last tear away from Isabel's cheek. I kissed her on the lips, then got up and got my sweatpants out, so I could wear them tonight.

"Not to the world though, Cole."

"Don't say that, I love you and that's all that matters." Isabel stood up fell back onto the bed.

"I need to go to bed I think." Isabel said holding her head.

"I do too, come on," I took her hand and helped her put some more comfortable clothes on. After I helped her change, I helped her into bed. "Let me go change, then I will come to bed, ok?" Isabel nodded and closed her eyes. I ran into the bathroom and took off my shirt. I took off my pants and slid on my sweatpants. I looked at myself in the mirror; I wasn't Cole St. Clair anymore. I was something that I didn't recognize. Did everyone else see me this way too? Maybe it was just me. I put my shirt, pants and socks in the hamper, and threw on my housecoat and slippers. I walked to bed and put my housecoat on the floor and my slippers next to the bed. I climbed under the sheets and felt Isabel's body heat. I leaned over and kissed her neck. She moaned, and turned to look at me. Her eyes told me the story 'Cole I fell off to sleep and you just woke me up, but because I love you I'm not going to say anything, just moan at you,'

"Night Cole," She said flipping her body over slowly so she was facing me.

"Good-night Isabel." I kissed her lips and then flicked the lamp next to Isabel, off.

"I love you."

"I love both of my girls," I put my hand on her stomach and Isabel laced her fingers into mine.