Chapter Forty-Seven

Rebecca

Cole was so weird, and so annoying, I didn't know how Isabel could stand him. Actually Isabel is more annoying than Cole.

"So, what are you planning to do today?" Cole asked as he sat next to me.

"Who wants to know?" I asked.

"Well someone's peed off this fine morning."

"Cole have you been drinking, are you sick?" I said putting my hand on his forehead.

"I'm fine, have you seen Isabel?"

"She went outside for a walk about ten minutes ago."

"And no one went with her?" Cole yelled.

"Yes, Sam did."

"Why did Sam, go with Isabel?"

"He had some questions about the pregnancy so when they try again he can do better, I told 'him he did fine', but he didn't think he did." Cole nodded as he walked to the big window in the front of the house. He then walked outside and I was left alone with my coffee.

"Good morning, Rebecca." Grace said walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, good morning." I said getting up and getting her a cup of coffee. I poured the coffee in the cup and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she whispered as the steam hit her face. "Um, Rebecca I have to tell you something?"

"You had a miscarriage." I said plainly.

"You could tell?"

"Remember I worked with all kinds of-"

"I know I forgot."

"I also got told from Lori and Paul, they said that you would be in the hospital for a few days, and then they told us everything." Grace looked at me without moving her head from the heat of the coffee. Then she smiled.

"Sorry, it was my first pregnancy, and I didn't know what to do and-"

"Grace, shut up."

Grace

So that's how Sam felt when I told him to shut up. I felt like laughing, I really don't know why, but I did.

"You are a very weird girl," Rebecca said laughing along with me.

"Thank you, hey where is Sam?" I asked.

"He went out with Isabel."

"He what?" I didn't know what she meant.

"Oh sorry, I need to be careful with my words, Sam and Isabel went on a walk, and he had to ask Isabel about the whole pregnancy thing."

"I don't understand, I was fine until that situation." I smiled and offered her more coffee. She gladly accepted.

"Thanks," Sam, Isabel, and Cole walked in the door.

"You have some explaining to do." I said to Sam. He sighed and looked at Isabel.

"What did I tell you," Sam said to Isabel. They both laugh and then Isabel walked over to me.

"Grace," Isabel starts, "Sam went walking with me to ask me a few questions, that's all, nothing more, nothing less."

"What kinds of questions?' I asked.

"About," Sam mumbled, "About what we can try different when, well if we try again." I put my hot mug on the counter and walked over to Sam. I looked into his yellow eyes, I could read him like a book, and him on the other hand couldn't read anyone. I could tell that he wanted to make his point clear that he wasn't doing anything he wasn't supposed to. I understood that. "I promise I didn't do anything with her, it was just a walk and a few questions, I'm sorry if I concerned you." Sam apologized many times after that. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me. I kissed his lips and made him stop talking.

"Look who is little Miss. Romantic this morning." Isabel said. I rested my head on Sam's chest while Sam gave Isabel a 'look'. Everyone in this house knew how to get me mad.

"If anyone wants me I will be in my room," I ran to the bedroom and put my face in the cool pillows, I could smell Sam's shampoo, and I could smell evergreen.

"Grace?" Sam whispered rubbing my back. I looked up at him and he sat me up.

"Can you and I not have a regular relationship?" I asked in between sobs.

"I don't know Grace, you and me tonight are going out together, I don't care what anyone else say." Sam wiped my tears away and then wrapped me in a hug. He stroked my hair and I thanked him. "What's happening with you?" I knew what Sam meant by that, he wanted to know why everything bothered me. I shook my head.

"I don't know, I just need alone time with you, like an actual couple does." Sam looked down at me and smiled.

"Be ready by eight," He told me. I walked to my closet to pick out something nice. I picked out the white dress Sam bought me. It fit me better that it had since I had been pregnant, and couldn't lose the few extra pounds I gained in those five months. I decided to curl the end of my hair just to make it look cute for Sam. I decided I was going to wear red lipstick with very little blue eye shadow. It was only nine in the morning so I just picked it out and set it up on the counter. I kept the dress in the closet and decided I was going to take a shower to vent a little.