The Innocence of Grace
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Six Weeks Of Grace Pt. 09 free porn video
Back at the house Anne made a quick lunch of soup and sandwiches. After they cleaned up, she came up with a quick plan.
‘Don, remember how you had the two of us in the guest bed so you could take care of us when we were sick?’
‘Yeah?’ Don replied, his voice low and weary.
‘Well, why don’t we get you and Grace in there and you can both take a nap.’
‘Yippee . . . you can nap with me daddy!’ Grace exclaimed as she headed up the stairs.
Don started to argue but Anne held up her hand. ‘You’re exhausted, sore and about out on your feet. You can catch a few hours’ sleep and guard Grace.’
Don’s eyes popped open as she stared back at him. ‘I saw you last night, now get up there with your daughter, she’s waiting.’
He realized she was right, he was so tired and this way he could keep an eye on Grace at the same time. He was a bit embarrassed that she had caught him staying in Grace’s room, but he had woken up and couldn’t stop worrying about her, so he decided the best way to protect her was to be in her room.
She watched him trudge up the stairs and when she checked on them a few minutes later, they were fast asleep. Don had Grace cuddled to him and she was almost hard to see wrapped in his huge arms.
Anne returned downstairs and read a little until she finally laid down on the couch for a nap. She was awakened by sounds from the kitchen, checking her watch, she was surprised that she had been asleep for over three hours.
She wandered into the kitchen to find Don putting away some dishes. ‘Did you get enough sleep?’
‘I’m okay,’ Don said quietly, his back to her.
Anne noticed that he stopped what he was doing and was just staring out the window. ‘Are you really okay?’
‘I guess I don’t know.’ He said, still turned away from her. ‘I’m so sorry about yesterday, I can’t believe I got you and Grace into that.’
‘Don, what are you talking about?’
‘They wanted to get me so they went after Grace.’ He replied, the guilt obvious in every word he spoke.
‘Wait a minute, you think that was to get you!’
‘Of course!’
Anne went across the kitchen and grabbed his arm, turning him towards her. She could see the remorse etched in his face. ‘Don, we didn’t come to any conclusions this morning but it’s obvious that someone wants to stop you from keeping Grace.’
‘But!’
‘No, whoever caused yesterday, it had nothing to do with your past, we’re convinced of that!’ Anne told him, trying to not reveal what they suspected but at the same time wanting to reassure him it was not his fault.
He looked down at her for several seconds before he finally spoke. ‘That was the bravest thing I ever saw in my life.’ His voice filled with wonder.
‘What?’
‘You . . . I’ve never seen anything like that.’
‘Don, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you were . . . were . . . I don’t even know what to say. You took on three men, I don’t know how with all that happened you can say I was brave!’
Don seemed to find her reply funny and he smirked at her.
‘Don, this isn’t funny, you could have been killed!’
Don’s expression turned serious again as he peered down at her. ‘And what about you Anne?’
‘What about me?’
The smirk was back as Don started speaking. ‘Anne, I’m a big guy, linebacker, Army veteran, I’ve been fighting my whole life.’
‘So?’
‘You just don’t get it, you’re five foot nine, maybe a hundred and twenty soaking wet . . . and I doubt they taught you a lot of hand to hand combat in lawyer school.’
Anne just looked up at him trying to figure out what he was saying.
‘Jesus Christ Anne, I saw you. You launched yourself at those guys to save Grace.’ Don explained. ‘For me to go after them is one thing, but for you to do that, I can’t imagine what you were thinking.’
Anne turned and walked away from him trying to control her emotions. He was right, what the hell was she thinking. ‘I was scared to death,’ she finally added.
‘So was I.’
‘What! You were scared!’ She said spinning back to look at him.
‘Hell yeah, it was three to one, if they would have come at me all at once, they could have taken me, it was you going at them that made them split up.’ Don told her flatly.
Anne just shook her head before something came to her. ‘A man is dead.’
‘So, I wish it was all three.’
Anne jerked her head up. ‘You can’t be serious Don.’
Don gazed at her for what seemed like several minutes as Anne tried to read what was in his mind. She couldn’t believe he was this cavalier about killing a man.
‘Anne,’ He started out cautiously. ‘When I was in the war, I realized something early on. We are all responsible for our own decisions, they decided to try to kidnap my daughter. They knew the risks of that action. Just like in the desert, if you shoot at someone, they may shoot back. They accepted the risk when they went after her, I have no regrets or remorse of the result.’
Anne simply stared at him as his words sunk in, but then another thought came to her. Slowly she walked over until she was only inches from him. She stopped before him and looked up into his face. ‘But what about you Don, what if you had been the one who was killed?’ She asked him and he could see the emotions in her face as she struggled to keep control of them.
Looking down at her he realized what he would have lost if that would have happened. Slowly and distinctly he answered her question. ‘I would be okay with that outcome . . . I would have died defending my-‘
Her eyes were locked on his as she waited on him to complete the sentence, the word ‘daughter’ seemed to be hanging in the air for both of them. But as he gazed down on the woman that had become so important to him in the last few weeks, he couldn’t finish the sentence that way. Too much had changed, regardless of the scene in the restaurant all those weeks ago, there was only one word he wanted to use now. ‘my . . . family.’ He finished quietly.
Anne’s eyes flew open wide as she stared into his. Then another word hit her like the proverbial ton of bricks, ‘them’. Bobby said, Don kept saying he lost ‘them’, them as in more than just Grace, them as in her and Grace she realized. ‘Family?’ She whispered back at him, her eyes never leaving his.
The small shy smile that Anne had grown to love played on his lips as he looked down at her. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she caught sight of his arm moving and then a huge hand approached the side of her face. She couldn’t help herself as she tilted her head into the palm of his hand and she felt the roughness of the bandages around his battered knuckles. So gently she could barely tell, his fingers wrapped around the back of her head and tangled in her hair. Slowly, she felt herself being pulled towards him and right before their lips touched, she heard an almost imperceptible whisper. ‘Family,’ he said and his lips were on hers.
Starting softly, his lips just brushed hers. Her eyes closed as she felt his other arm go around her and pull her full against him. Almost imperceptibly his lips were on hers again, but this time she felt them stay and nibble at hers. Without thinking it through, her arms went to his shoulders and she felt his hand leave her hair to join his other at her back. As she felt his tongue tickle her lips, she opened them and he gently ran it around the inside of her mouth. She melted into him as her hands slid across his massive shoulders and her arms wrapped around his neck, reveling in the feel of his rock hard chest against her soft breasts.
Pulling her even tighter, his tongue dueling with hers, she couldn’t help the low moan that escaped her as the kiss deepened even further. His huge hands caressed her back and she felt that gentleness that always surprised her. She couldn’t help herself, the feel of him pulling her close made her weak and she was
soon lost in the wonderful warmth that was radiating through her.
For Don, his emotions were overwhelming him. He could feel his passion build as their kisses became deeper and deeper. The feel of her in his arms was incredible, and his mind was filled with an almost uncontrollable urge to never, ever let her go. To him, she was filling a space within him that had been empty for so long.
Feeling his hands move down to the gentle curve of her ass, Anne gripped him even tighter as she felt him lift her off of her feet. She responded by grabbing the back of his head and jamming her lips against his even harder. Rewarded for her efforts with a subtle growl, Anne felt a desire rising in her that no man had ever brought to the surface. She wondered how she had lived this long without ever being kissed like this.
Years of loneliness seemed to be draining from her as she remembered her plea from late last night. What she would give to be held and kissed like this, every day, for the rest of her life!
‘Daddy, Daddy,’ came echoing from the upstairs. Quickly they broke apart at the sound of Grace waking from her nap and coming out of her room.
Anne stepped back and stared at him for a second as she tried to get a handle on what had just happened. All of her thoughts of just a moment ago were gone as she looked up at the huge man in front of her. Donald Duncan, Donald Duncan, Donald Duncan, her mind kept repeating over and as if her subconscious was fighting to understand how the hell she ended up in his arms.
‘Anne?’ Don said as he saw the wonder in her eyes. It was obvious to him that he had taken advantage of her. The scene in the restaurant played out in her face once again and he knew that he had made a terrible mistake. ‘Anne, I’m sorry, please -‘
‘Don, I have to go.’ Anne interrupted him. She quickly gathered up her things and was gone before Grace reached the bottom of the stairs.
Don was stunned as Grace finally found him in the kitchen. ‘Daddy, did Miss Anne go home?’ She asked, sorrowfully.
‘Yes honey, but we’ll see her again soon.’ Don told her, not wanting to tell her the truth, that that may not be the case.
The rest of the day, Don was on auto-pilot as he fixed supper and then later decided to share a bed with Grace again. He didn’t want to let her out of his sight and the little girl was thrilled to be cuddled by her dad.
After they settled in and Grace drifted off to sleep, Don laid wide awake, his mind struggling with what happened today. He couldn’t believe with all that had happened this weekend, the only thing he could focus on was kissing Anne. How could he have made such a monumental mistake, he wondered? He cursed himself for being that forward and forcing himself on her and finally he worried whether that would be the nail in the coffin to cause him to lose Grace. Surely his unwanted attentions would make her question whether he could be trusted and if he couldn’t be trusted, maybe she would feel he couldn’t be trusted with Grace.
But then another thought crept through his fear, the sight of her in front of him as he spoke the one word that his heart said he should, family. Pulling Grace a little bit more in to him, he realized that that was what he wanted more than anything. A family, a mother for Grace, a mother that he saw was willing to risk her life in order to protect her. He hadn’t brought it up, but he had heard her when she yelled for help. She had screamed, ‘They’re taking our daughter’, and it was those words that enflamed him. Not the idea that they were taking his daughter, that they were taking ‘their’ daughter. The sight of her slapped to the ground had caused a rage in him that he had not felt since the last woman he loved had faced the same fate.
The last woman he loved, yes he loved her, and he knew it as sure as he had loved Libby. Grace loved her and she loved Grace, now the only question remained, how did she feel about him? As he thought of her against him and her lips on his, he wondered if that dream was even possible.
The scene at the restaurant came to him again, but this time, he dismissed it. He decided it was not going to stop him this time, somehow, someway, he was not going to allow Anne to walk out of his and Grace’s life without one hell of a fight!
On the other side of town, Anne also laid awake staring at the ceiling. What in the hell was she thinking? She must have been tired, the emotions of the weekend weakening her, that must have been it. Allowing that man to kiss her like that, and her melting into him. It didn’t mean anything, just two people who had gotten close and had experienced a significant life event. That was it, a couple more days and she would be done with them, that’s what she wanted, to go back to her solitary, lonely life. A life devoid of a precious little girl and her father. Just a couple more days she thought, as she finally drifted off to sleep.
She sees them standing there and they turn as she walks forward. All eyes are on her as the music plays and she continues towards the front of the church. Ah, her wedding she recalls, as her mind drifts back to that wonderful time. She can see the wedding party turn towards her as her father escorts her towards her soon to be husband. It’s so hazy, these faint whispers of her memory, people in the pews, her family, but there is Grace, why is she there? Oh that’s right, she’s her daughter, but no, she doesn’t have children, does she? No, she must be mistaken, it’s difficult to see well through the veil over her face. It must be another little child, that’s right, the flower girl but no, she is younger, oh well, she keeps walking. She reaches the front and can hear her father as he says something to the man she is to be wed to. But he seems so different now, has he gained weight, gotten bigger? As she turns, she can see the Best Man, he’s in uniform, who wears a uniform to a wedding? What the hell is going on, he’s dressed up like a cop. In uniform for a wedding, but they all were going to wear tuxes, but she dismisses it and turns to the minister before her. Something seems odd, as through her hand she can feel the roughness of some type of tape around his hand. The hand is huge and hers feels so tiny, why?
It’s all so familiar but not, the voices are the same, the words, he says ‘I do’ and she does also. But why is she agreeing, no she doesn’t want this, he’s going to leave her. He won’t stand by her, he won’t protect her, she knows that now, she wants to run, somebody stop this, he doesn’t love me, she knows that now, and she just wants someone to get her away from here.
The preacher says that he can kiss the bride, but she doesn’t want a kiss, she just wants out. She looks up as two huge hands wrapped in white are lifting her veil, it’s all becoming clear somehow. From the corner of her eye, she sees her again, Grace, her daughter, her little angel, and she has an enormous smile and then suddenly the veil is gone, she clenches her eyes closed, she doesn’t want to see this, she knows what will happen, somebody make this STOP!
She feels his hand on the back of her head, her face is moving forward and up. She uses all the strength she can muster to concentrate and it comes to her, daughter – she has a daughter. She opens her eyes and she can see him just as his lips are a hair away from hers. Then his lips are on hers and the feeling is incredible and her eyes close again so she can revel in the warmth that is radiating through her. But in that warmth is a love that is coming through, so strong and so powerful that it overwhelms her senses and when she opens her eyes again she sees a face that shocks her to the very core.
Suddenly bolting upright in bed, Anne comes wide awake in an instant. ‘Oh my God . . . I’m in love with Donald Duncan!’ She whispers out to herself as her dream becomes clear. It was him standing before her, him, Donald Duncan, angry, violent, brawler, killer, Donald Duncan.
‘No, it was just a dream!’ She exclaims
to her empty bedroom. But it wasn’t just a dream because it wasn’t that Donald Duncan. It was the Donald Duncan with the shy smile and the gentle laugh, the one who held her as she cried and comforted her when she was sick. Him, who slept on his daughter’s floor to protect her, the one who can’t cook a bit and makes terrible clothes choices. That’s the man she’s in love with, and the feeling of being in his arms made it true.
‘What the fuck am I going to do now?’ She asked herself as she flopped back into her mattress.
‘Anne, come in, heard you had some excitement this weekend?’ Roger Evans asked as she came into the conference room.
Anne just stared at him, she couldn’t believe he asked her that.
‘Ah, let’s get this meeting going shall we?’ Mark Winters said and they all took their seats around the conference table.
‘About this recommendation, Anne, I’m sure you want to relook it after the events of this past weekend.’ Mark said to her.
Anne looked at him and stared straight into his eyes. ‘No, it was a horrific thing that happened and I’m still reeling from it, but it only makes me that much more sure of my decision.’
‘Come on Anne, you can’t be serious. Donald Duncan killed a man and put two others in the hospital and you say he should have custody of a child?’ Roger spat out at her.
Anne took a deep breath, she figured this was coming, so she was ready. ‘Yes, I am aware of all of that, we were attacked and they tried to kidnap his daughter. He was defending us and as far as I know everyone at all levels of law enforcement agrees.’
‘But Anne-‘
‘There is no buts, he was defending his daughter, my recommendation stands and I am ready to defend it in court tomorrow!’ She said firmly, daring the partners to challenge her.
There was nothing but silence in the room as the partners stared her down but she obviously was not going to fold. ‘If there is nothing else gentleman, I have work to do.’
‘Where’s the money Anne?’ Brett Langeman asked her directly.
Turning to him, Anne felt immediately uncomfortable. ‘What money?’
‘The money from the Warren estate. We audited the accounts last week and there is several million missing.’
‘I had nothing to do with any money nor did I ever have access to any of their accounts.’ Anne replied, feeling a chill run up her spine.
‘That’s not what these documents say. It shows that you had authority to pay for the kid’s expenses and now money is missing.’
‘Bull shit!’ Anne spat out as a folder was slid down the table at her.
‘I would take a look at those documents before I got too uppity, miss.’
Anne felt her hands shake as she opened up the folder and started examining documents. Most she recognized but some she didn’t, but they all showed a common thread, they had her signatures on them. ‘I have no idea what some of these documents are about and I don’t remember signing them.’
‘Miss Summers, you’re a lawyer, surely you’re not going to claim you signed documents that you didn’t read?’ Brett asked her, leering like a jackal at her.
‘I may have signed some of these, but I think things may have been added later.’
‘Huh, sounds likely.’ Brett replied to her explanation.
Anne sat quietly for a while before she decided that she had nothing to lose. ‘So your attacks on Mister Duncan and his daughter failed, so now we go to plan B, blackmail.’
She caught a wry smile from Brett but decided to focus on the owner directly. ‘Mister Winters, it won’t work, the police and Sheriff’s department are on to you and are currently gathering evidence that you orchestrated the attack this weekend.’
She thought he would flinch but her hopes fell when he didn’t even seem to notice her statement. ‘Miss Summers, I have to applaud your guts, that was an excellent try to divert attention from your misdeeds.’
Anne tried to hold her composure but she felt it slipping as he continued. ‘Here is what is going to happen. You are going to go redo your recommendation, go into court tomorrow, testify that Duncan is not an acceptable father and the firm will be awarded guardianship.’
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