The Innocence of Grace
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Six Weeks Of Grace Pt. 03 free porn video
Mike Duncan couldn’t have been more surprised when his son and nephew pulled up outside the temporary office trailer on one of the many construction sites that Duncan Development was working on.
‘Dad, we need to talk to you.’ Bobby told him with a ‘cat that ate the canary’ look.
‘Okay, what about?’ Mike answered warily, knowing that his son, the Sheriff, was showing up with Donald Duncan.
‘The new dad!’ Bobby said with a laugh, while pointing over at Don.
Mike looked back and forth at them before addressing Don. ‘What the hell did you do now?’
Later, after repeating the same story to Mike that he related to Bobby and receiving the same condolences, Don waited patiently for Mike’s advice.
‘All right, first question.’ Mike began. ‘So does this mean I have a niece?’ A huge smile was on his face as he asked.
‘Ah . . . I guess so,’ Don answered with a small smile of his own.
But then turning serious, Mike went on. ‘Son, how bad do you want this? No don’t just answer, think first. I mean there’s wanting a beer because it’s hot and then there’s wanting a breath of air because you’re drowning. I’m asking you, how bad do you want THIS?’
For Don, Mike’s question hit him hard and made him think. Did he really want this and could he actually do it, could he give up his lifestyle and devote himself to the care of this little girl. He had to suppress a small laugh as he realized that in reality his lifestyle was a complete and utter mess. Here he was twenty nine, about to be thirty years old and living in a run-down mobile home surrounded by filth. Many nights his only solstice was booze and fighting. But did he have it in him to do this he wondered, could he summon the strength it would take to not only change himself, he would have to learn how to care for a child. He would have to find a discipline that while he knew was in him, it had actually been many years since he had seen it.
Slowly his head started to shake back and forth as he realized what this would take and what it would do to his life. But then, just as he was at the point of seeing the futility of even trying, a face came to him. He saw Grace sitting in that courtroom, a lonely little girl who had lost everyone she loved and the smile that came across her face when he told the judge that he wanted HIS daughter. HIS daughter damn it, not somebody else’s, HIS daughter. A daughter he had conceived with a woman he loved more than he could ever describe.
Suddenly his head stopped its side to side motion and he locked his eye’s on Mike’s. ‘I want this like that breath of air!’ He exclaimed.
Mike returned the look and spoke with resolution. ‘Then what do you need son?’
Don looked from Mike to see Bobby grin and nod his head slightly. Suddenly he felt it was possible, he had found the help the Judge advised him to. He also couldn’t help but feel a little bit of remorse when he thought of what he put them through and how they were still there for him when he needed them. ‘First, I need to say how sorry I am for what I -. ‘
Don started but was quickly cut off by the man who had taken him in and made him feel like his own son. ‘Don’t even start that, you want to make amends for the past, you do it by making this work.’ Mike started, ‘besides, until my ugly ass son over there finds someone who would actually marry him, maybe I want to spoil a little girl.’ He said with a chuckle. ‘Now, what do you need?’
Don just shook his head again at the way Mike was looking out for him. ‘Okay, I need a place to live that is right for her, remember I told you that fucking bitch lawyer has to approve it.’
‘Uh, remember what the judge said about cursing!’ Bobby threw out at Don.
‘Ah, yeah right, so that nice young lady has to approve it.’ Don corrected himself.
Mike had been thinking while the other two were focused on Don’s language skills. ‘Don, there’s that new housing development that we’re doing a few miles from where you live now, it has a model home on site.’
Don nodded, wondering where Mike was going with that statement.
‘It already has some furniture, you could move in there. Use it as an office and you could run those crews over there, it will be a couple of years before we finish that up.’ Mike said as he rubbed his chin thinking it through.
‘What!’ Don exclaimed, ‘Move it there, that’s a half a million dollar home. Besides, what would we use as the model then?’
Bobby interrupted. ‘That’s a great idea, look, think about it, you have to keep the place spotless anyway because of that . . . nice young lady, so it can still be a model.’ He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he mentioned Don’s nemesis.
‘But,’ Don jumped in. ‘I can’t afford that!’
Mike just shook his head. ‘You let me worry about that, you run the crews, do tours and take care of that little one.’
Don again was stunned but had to agree as it did make sense, he was just awed by his Uncle’s generosity. He made a pact with himself right then and there, that this man would get more than he paid for when it came to work effort from him.
‘How much money do you have?’ Mike asked.
Don pondered for a minute and then surprised both of them. ‘I have thirty thousand sitting at the house.’
‘Really?’ Bobby asked, surprised by that admission.
Don nodded and then their surprise turned to shock as he answered. ‘There is a brand new Harley Davidson Ultra that I just bought.’
‘Don, I can loan you some cash.’ Mike offered quickly, knowing how long Don had saved for that new bike. ‘I know how important that new Harley is to you.’
‘NO!’ Don blurted out. ‘No, you’ve done enough, this is my choice. Maybe it’s time I take a look at what’s really important to me.’
Mike nodded then added. ‘All right, you get yourself squared away at home and I’ll get the place ready for you.’
Don looked up in surprise, ‘What about work?’ he asked.
‘I’m giving you two weeks paid vacation, a week to get ready and a week to get her settled in, then I’ll have you on supervision on that new development.’
‘Mike, I appreciate it, but -‘ Don started.
‘No, this will help us both. That development is lagging and I’ve been thinking I need someone to oversee it. I have several separate crews there and they’re just not working together.’ Mike said, interrupting him.
With that, Don stood up and when they all got to their feet he reached out for Mike’s hand. When Mike grasped it in a firm handshake, Don added quietly. ‘Thanks . . . Dad.’
Both Mike and Bobby looked at him in surprise as this was the first time that Don had ever referred to Mike as Dad. Gathering himself and with a small tear in his eye, Mike replied. ‘You’re welcome, son.’
Two hours later, Don stood in the middle of his living room wondering how he had ever lived in such chaos. Why had it never bothered him before he wondered, as he looked at the debris littering one end to the other of the old mobile home? Clothes were strewn everywhere and there was no way to tell clean from dirty. The kitchen was the worst with stinking dishes and food covering every available space. Wandering to the refrigerator, he opened it up and saw a new six pack of beer amongst the cartons of rotting food.
Reaching in, he suddenly stopped. ‘No’ he said out loud. ‘I’ve got better things to do.’
Three days later, Don lay exhausted on a clean bed. He had lost count of the number of trips he made to the dumpster and the washer and dryer had run almost continuously during that time. As he fell asleep, a last look around showed everything packed in boxes, ready for the move to his new home.
The next morning a knock on his door woke him up and he answered it without yelling at the visitor, a small smile crept on his face as he realized it.
Mike Duncan stood on his stoop and was holding up a small key ring for Don to see. Behind him grinning wa
s Bobby.
‘Come on in!’ Don said taking the keys from Mike. Once they got inside, Bobby let out a whistle as he looked at the way everything was cleaned and boxed up.
‘I can’t tell you what this means to me.’ Don said quietly as he looked down at the keys to his new home.
‘None of that now,’ Mike replied. ‘What I see here makes me glad I can help.’
Bobby laid a hand on Don’s shoulder and gave him a serious look. ‘You know, Mom would really be proud of you.’ He said sincerely.
Don looked into his cousin’s face and he could feel his eyes moisten. ‘I . . . ah . . . I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.’ Bobby’s mom had died from breast cancer while he was in Iraq, he didn’t find out until he was back in country. It had always bothered him that he wasn’t there to see her before she passed away, she had been the mother he always wished for.
Bobby just shook his head. ‘You were where you needed to be, she knew that.’ He said softly.
‘Well!’ Mike threw out, trying to change the subject before his own emotions overtook him. ‘Are we getting this show on the road, do you need some help moving?’
‘I got it, thanks though.’ Don replied. ‘I have another errand or two before I start with that.’
After they left, Don took a deep breath and let it out, he was not looking forward to today, but he knew this was the next step.
‘Are you fucking serious?’ Asked the manager of the local Harley Davidson shop as Don stood with the keys and title to his pride and joy.
‘Yeah I am.’ Don replied. ‘I have almost forty thousand in it, I’ll take thirty cash today.’
‘Man, you’ve been too good a customer, if you need some money, we can finance this back for you.’
Don seemed deep in thought for a moment. ‘No, I appreciate it, but this is the way it needs to be.’
‘Don, look, we’ve been friends for a while, if you need help, I’m here.’ He said sincerely. ‘What can I do?’
Don just shook his head. ‘I appreciate it, I do, but I just found out I have a young daughter and I’m going to be taking care of her.’
His old friend rubbed his chin and then stood up. ‘All right, I’ll be right back.’
Looking at the new Harley, Don wondered for the hundredth time if he was doing the right thing, but as before, that little face with the big smile came to him. He was still thinking of her when his buddy returned.
‘A little girl huh?’ He asked as he sat back down across from Don.
Don nodded. ‘Six years old!’
‘Wow, six, you have your work cut out for you!’
Turning serious, he started to hand Don a check and then stopped. ‘Before I give you this, I want to let you know something. That bike goes in the back for six months.’ He began to Don’s surprise. ‘Look we rode together, partied hard and I ain’t forget that you saved my stupid ass when my mouth overrode my good sense in that bar that night. Plus, we served man, different times, different wars, but we served. That bike goes in the back for six months, you want it, we figure something out, got it!’
Don reached out and took the check wondering how in the hell he suddenly had all this help. ‘I . . . . ah . don’t know what to say, but well, just thanks!’
All Don got was a gentle nod of a head and he got up and left quickly as his emotions were tying him up in a knot.
His next stop was a bit easier as he traded in his old beat up pickup for a late model SUV. It had some nice options but the biggest was that it would get Grace around safety.
A few hours later he arrived at his new home, his SUV was loaded with boxes and bags as he prepared to move in. Unlocking the door and stepping inside, he just stood in wonder as he took in the view. Model homes sometimes take a beating but this one was sparkling. He realized that Mike had stepped up again for him, the walls were freshly painted and the carpets still smelled from a recent shampooing. Gone was the cheap furniture that was there before, all had been replaced with top of the line furnishings. Nice artwork adorned the walls and it was obvious that a decorator had been involved. Once again Don couldn’t believe how everyone was helping him, especially the way he had been over the last few years.
As he brought in a bag of clothes, he dropped it off in the fully furnished master bedroom. Moving down the hall he looked in at a small guest bedroom and then to another larger one at the end of the hall. Again he couldn’t help but be shocked as he took in the sight. What had been a plain vanilla bedroom had been transformed. The walls were painted a shade of pink, and were decorated with cutouts of cartoon characters. But the center of attention was a huge kid’s bed with an attached desk and chair. A matching dresser and nightstand were also there. Don couldn’t help but notice that the bedding and curtains all matched with the cartoon theme.
Shaking his head for what seemed to be the hundredth time this past week, he marveled at how that old contractor had made sure his little girl’s room was perfect. ‘Yeah right, tough guy huh?’ He said out loud as he looked around the room.
Two days later, Don was all moved in, everything put away and the refrigerator filled with what he hoped would be kid approved meals.
He was just putting the last of the groceries away when he saw someone moving around the back yard. ‘Hey’, he yelled out as he approached two guys bent over a huge box.
‘Hey yourself, come help!’
Don was surprised when his cousin and young Bryce stood up as he approached. ‘What the hell are you two doing here?’
‘Trying to figure out these damn Chinese instructions.’ Bobby said to him as he handed him a booklet.
Don looked down into the box and saw what looked like a thousand pieces of something, but it took him looking back at the booklet before he realized it was a huge play center. He saw the grin on Bobby’s face. ‘You didn’t have to do this.’ He told him as it came to him what it was.
‘Yeah, well as they say, no good deed goes unpunished, look at the mess of parts!’ Bobby said as he motioned to the box. ‘This ain’t everything, I have all the big pieces still in the truck!’
Several hours later, the three men stood in the yard looking over the massive play set. It had taken them what seemed to be all night to get it finished. Don had gotten beers and pizza to get them through, but remembering the Judge’s words, he stuck with just a couple bottles of water.
Bobby had gone into the house for a bathroom break and Don was enjoying the view of a job well done. Looking over at Bryce, he knew that he was the one in the car with Bobby when they went to see the Judge that fateful day. But it also occurred to him that they hadn’t really spoken all night other than what was needed to work on the project. ‘How’d you get roped into this?’ He finally asked.
Bryce looked back at the big man before answering hesitantly. ‘I volunteered.’
‘Really? Why?’
‘Part of my training I guess.’
Don was quiet for a moment, mulling over his answer. ‘I guess I don’t understand.’
Bryce seemed to pause, contemplating how he wanted to explain it without getting himself into a situation he didn’t want to be in, that being riling up Donald Duncan. ‘The first day we came to get you, the Sheriff told me a lot about you.’
‘He did!’ Don answered, a bit of anger in his voice. ‘Why would he do that?’
Bryce hesitated again before he decided to just charge ahead. ‘He told me that I should know all I can about someone I might have to arrest.’
‘Ah, I see.’ Don replied with a smirk. ‘You were itching to arrest me, drag me out of my house?’
Bryce looked over at Don warily. ‘At first yes, but after we talked, I guess I just wanted to understand you.’
‘Do you understand me now?’
‘Some, the Sheriff told me a bit but I also did my own research.’
‘What did you research about me?’ Don asked quietly, his anger obviously subsiding.
‘I read your citation.’
‘Citation?’
‘Your Silver Star Citation.’
Don stood quietly as Bryce worried about his confession. ‘That’s not me, that was just something I did . . and . . . well . . . not very successfully at that.’ He finally answered, almost too quiet for Bryce to hear.
‘I think you’re wrong.’ Bryce blurted out. Don jerked his head around and Bryce caught the harsh look in his eye. ‘You’re wrong, because what you did that day is the same thing you’re doing now.’
‘How’s that?’ Don asked skeptically.
‘You’re putting your life on the line for another. Then you put your guy’s lives before your own, now you’re putting a little girls life first, to me it’s the same.’
Don pondered what Bryce said for a couple minutes as he mulled over Bryce’s words. ‘I . . . ah . . . I appreciate that. Thanks.’
Bryce just nodded to him and tipped his beer to Don as a small salute, the show of respect not lost on the big man. After a minute though, Don just couldn’t resist another jab. With a chuckle in his voice he brought it up again. ‘So you never answered my question, were you really going to drag me out of my house that day?’
Bryce saw the smile on his face so he started laughing a bit as he answered. ‘Yeah, about that, I was right up to the moment I saw you come out with the Sheriff, then . . . not so much!’
Don laughed along with him for a bit, impressed that the young man had been honest and not tried to impress him with false bravado. Turning to face him directly, Don stuck out a huge hand towards the young Deputy. Bryce recognized the gesture and took it and they exchanged a firm handshake.
‘I’m glad I came over.’ Bryce said as they released hands.
‘As a friend, you’re always welcome.’ Don replied solemnly.
‘Thanks’ Bryce answered with a smile, Don’s meaning clear to him.
‘Hey are we done? I need to get some sleep!’ Bobby exclaimed as he walked back to the pair.
‘What do I owe you for this?’ Don asked him.
‘Owe me? What the hell you talking about? Can’t a guy buy a gift for his niece?’
‘Sure?’
‘See ya!’ Bobby said as he motioned to Bryce and they left quickly.
Driving back, the Sheriff watched his young Deputy deep in thought. ‘I was coming back out and saw you two talking, so I waited. Have a good conversation?’
Bryce looked over at his boss. ‘He’s nothing like I thought he would be.’
‘Is that good or bad?’
‘Good, I just . . . well I expected him to . . . oh I don’t know what I expected!’
‘You expected him to be some uneducated, foul mouthed monster, just waiting to beat somebody’s ass for looking crossways at him.’
‘Honestly, yeah, that’s exactly what I thought.’ Bryce admitted.
‘But instead you found a mild mannered, well-spoken, very large man who would lay down his life for a friend.’
Bryce nodded as the word ‘friend’ reminded him of what Don said tonight. ‘So which is he really Sheriff?’ He asked hesitantly.
Bobby pondered the question for a moment before finally replying. ‘I honestly don’t know Bryce, but God help us if it’s still the first one.’
‘Yeah,’ Bryce answered as they both thought of the consequences of that possibility.
Don slept in a bit after the late night chore he had. In the morning, he finished up puttering around his new home. Putting the last few things away, he came upon a box of photos he hadn’t seen in years. Sitting at his desk in the office, he slowly went through them. The first were just a few from his childhood, but then he came upon several envelopes of pictures that caused his heart to ache. There she was, Libby. Picture after picture of the times they spent together. But as he looked closer, he also saw in those pictures another face, Grace. The more he looked, the more she was in every picture, every time he looked at Libby, he saw their daughter.
On one hand it brought back wonderful memories, on the other, it just hurt too much to look at her, so he set them aside and picked up another set. There was Mike and Angela, Bobby’s parents all dressed up at his High School Graduation. He realized now that they had always been there for him and he couldn’t help but wonder if he shouldn’t have chosen a different course when he left college. He knew now, without a doubt, they would have been there for him then, as Mike was now.
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