Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Grace

Waiting on Francis to finally get home, my head is all over the place. I'm worried about Emmie, specifically her state of mind with the surgery. She's almost desperate to have a baby, and if that can't happen down the road not sure what she will do. Turning I let out a small scream as I literally jump back when I see Damien leaning against the doorway. Leaning. His lips tilt up just like Francis' when I do goofy stuff.

"Momma, you are so silly. Who'd you think was in the house with you? I know I have stealth skills, but Dad is right, you do get goofy. Anyhow, I just wanted to set your mind at ease. Auntie Emmie is gonna be just fine. I see quite a few babies in her and Uncle Brick's future. Gotta have faith. Don't worry so much. It's not good for you; that's what you're always telling everyone. What is the saying you use all the time, practice what you preach."

I stare at my son who is smiling at me, who seems so much older than his barely nine years on this earth, and he is throwing my own words at me. As we continue to stare at each other, I suddenly feel like the pressure surrounding me slowly releasing. My son suddenly takes a deep breath and walks toward me, arms out. I pull him close and an immediate peace surrounds me. Almost like when Francis holds me when I'm upset.

"Damien, thank you for being such a good kid. I know you worry about me, but everything will fall where it is suppose to. One thing to remember, kiddo, is there are things out of our control. And you are correct; Emmie will be just fine. She has Brick and her family to give her the support necessary to not only recover but move forward with life however that will be."

"I know, Momma. You just need to recognize I see more than most and will always be here for you. As you taught me, family sticks together through thick and thin. And since the Grimm Wolves are Dad's family that makes them ours too. What's for dinner anyway, I'm starving?"

As we banter back and forth, while I try to pull something together for dinner, it hits me my boy is growing up. And I'm so proud of the young man he is becoming. But I hate that eventually he won't want to hang with his momma. Those days are just around the corner. And I'm dreading when they get here.

"Ain't gonna happen, Momma. You will always be my number one, even when I have a hot babe on my arm. You're my first everything and I'll never forget that. "So again, don't worry, no one is gonna take your place. It's like you and Dad. You both love each other but there is room for me too. And as with Auntie Emmie, I can say that if I have a choice, I would prefer a little brother to a little sister. But as long as they are healthy that is all that matters, right?"

He finishes this last part with a huge smile on his face.

I pull my son to me, holding on tight. How such a young boy can have more insight than grown men I'll never know how or why. I do know that I am truly blessed. To feel his small arms around my waist as he barely reaches my neck makes my heart feel full. I again almost lose myself when two large hands come from behind me to wrap both Damien and I closer together. Feeling the warmth that is Francis, I relax and just take it in. My two boys loving on me.

"What's goin' on here with you two? I walk in to my son holdin' tight to his mom, appearing to give her some comfort? Is everything all right? Emmie okay?"

"Yeah, Dad, you know how Momma worries about every little thing. Just letting her know she has both of us to lean on. She doesn't need to have the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore. As a family we share the good, bad, and ugly. Right?"

Feeling Francis' biceps tighten as he pulls us both closer to him, I once again feel the utmost peace. Like nothing can penetrate the walls my boys put up around me. All the tension leaves my body so all I feel is relaxed. Francis on the other hand is wound tight as a coil. Without looking at him, I can only guess the club is not running as smoothly as when Brick is at the helm. Francis is compelled to always be there for those he cares for, no matter what. That is one of the things that drew me to him. When he cares, he goes a hundred percent to always help and have your back.

"Babe, forget cooking. We are all exhausted. This has been a tryin' couple of weeks. Y'all take it easy. I'll call in a pizza and have it delivered. Damien anything you want besides the usual? Grace, you want some mozzarella sticks or is pizza enough?"

As we go about our evening, I watch Francis closely as I can tell he is suffering from one of his headaches, even though he is trying to hide it. Probably doesn't want Damien to know the particulars of his days and nights at the club. I know splitting his time between the firehouse and the clubhouse is putting strain on his already stretched schedule.

Then adding on top of all of that trying to manage Brick's workload so he can spend time with Emmie. I don't believe the guys had any idea how much Brick does on a day-to-day basis, but Francis and Fury now have a really good idea as they both have added to their responsibilities for the club.

After pizza had been demolished, kitchen cleaned up, and homework completed, Damien heads to bed after a couple of kisses for me and a fist bump for his Dad. It's actually so cute to see Francis' face when our son calls him Dad. It almost looks like Francis stands a bit taller, and the look of pride on his face is actually what I always wanted for Damien. To have a role model he can look up to and be able to go to as he matures with any problems or issues.

As I get ready for bed, my mind is all over. With trying to plan a small intimate wedding, get our living arrangements figured out, work, and continuing to volunteer at the animal shelter I have no idea day-to-day what is going on. Thank God we have that erasable board on the side of the fridge with all of our schedules on it. Even though it seems to change multiple times daily. Not to mention Francis trying to help out more at the club. This is putting extra stress on him. That is why he has been a nomad for so many years. It worked best for him with the two sides of himself .

Hearing footsteps, I turn and see my man strutting my way. He gets to his side of the bed, empties his pockets of change, money, wallet, and phone onto his nightstand. First he grabs his T-shirt, ripping it over his head, then I hear his belt loosen before he sits on the edge of the bed, removing his boots and socks. Next I hear his pants slide down his legs and his buckle clink onto the floor. He flips the blankets down and climbs into bed.

Immediately I'm pulled into him, his one hand moving to the back of my head, scrunching my hair together as I watch his mouth quickly moving to mine. His lips are determined as he crushes my lips. My arms move to his shoulders, pulling him closer as I open my lips when his tongue seeks entry. I hear his groan as we start to go at each other. I feel the natural pull from Francis whenever I am in his arms.

His arm goes down my back, skimming my skin, bringing goose bumps to the surface. I feel my nipples peak and my belly tighten as my girly parts clench. His hand cups the cheeks of my ass and pulls me closer to him, rubbing his erection against my tummy. My arms move down him to his lower back, pulling him to me as I gasp into his mouth. The feeling builds as my hips start to move with his, letting him know how badly I need him. He moves from my mouth to my jawline, his tongue tracing it as he slowly moves to my neck, nibbling and sucking on his way. His hands are now frantically moving from my ass to my hips, pulling me harder into him. His cock feels like a steel rod every time he hits my body. I am mewling now with need as Francis gently pulls my nightie off and actually rips my undies from my body. I giggle at his actions as he moves over me, keeping his weight carefully placed over mine as not to crush me. Opening my eyes I see the desire all over his face.

"Darlin', you ready for me? I need you so bad tonight."

He is hanging on by a thread. His body is actually trembling from the restraint holding him back, waiting on my response.

"Francis, come home. I always want you, sweetie."

This spurs him on, as he wastes no time and enters me. I let out a small scream from the intense feelings as he pushes in and pulls out with such speed I gasp for air. His fingers on one hand are pulling at my left nipple, as the other one is moving between our bodies, finding its target and pushing down hard. My entire body lifts off the bed as I moan his name.

"Francis, yesssssss."

"Tell me, Grace. Whatcha want? I need to hear the words, tell me."

"Oh God, I can't, no don't stop, please...I can't breathe, too much, babe, don't…yes, do I mean I…umhhhhhhh. Yeahhhhh."

I feel his body shaking with laughter as he continues with his sexual assault. He's the only man I have ever had sex with that can make you laugh or cry during the act. He holds his body taut as he continues to plunge deep into me, and I feel my walls start to quiver in anticipation of my upcoming orgasm. As usual, he knows I'm close so he changes his pace, pushing his body in and then grinding hard into my hips, and when he bottoms out, he circles deep inside as his finger taps at my already sensitive nub.

"YESSSSS, there right there, Francis, ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

My body tightens for a moment before I sink back into the bed as I feel wetness coat his cock and hand. It seems to go on forever as Francis works my body like a fine-tuned instrument. It seems like one orgasm becomes another as I try to catch my breath, when I feel him lose control and his rhythm. He pulls me closer as he pushes deeper one, two, three times then stays planted inside me as I feel him fill me completely. He trembles as I feel his release. Francis has a way, as we both come down; he pulls me close, gently caressing me, letting me know his feelings without saying a word.

"Darlin', I'll be right back to take care of you."

He gently extracts his softening cock from my body, leaving me craving the feeling of immense fullness I've lost. He reaches down and pulls the covers over me, giving me a tender look and a sweet kiss. I watch his fine ass move toward the master bath, muscles clenching with each step. Moments later I look up, wondering which is better his backside or his front view. I can't pick. Smiling to myself I notice him stop as he looks at me.

"Thanks, Grace, I'm thrilled you like my body. What I don't understand is that look in your eyes, which generally means your mind is movin' like the speed of light."

I look at him, realizing how much he means to me. I feel my eyes fill with tears as I smile at him. He immediately sees the tears and moves quickly to my side of the bed.

"Grace, what's wrong, darlin'? Damn, did I hurt you, what's bringing those tears to your beautiful hazel eyes I love so much?"

Reaching out, I pull his hand to my chest.

"Francis, I just realized how much I love you. My heart is full and I see nothing but a wonderful future ahead of us. I've never been this happy. I'm truly blessed."

He reaches down and pulls me into his arms, holding me so close so I can feel the beating of his heart beneath my ear.

"No, Grace, we are both blessed to have found something that many don't ever find or realize they have. Love ya, darlin', never doubt that."

He gently releases me, cleaning me, and helping me into my nightie minus the undies. He then walks to his side, picks up his boxer briefs, pulls them on, and gets into bed. I'm pulled back to his front as he nuzzles into my hair, breathing deeply.

"You good, darlin'?"

"Better than good, Francis. I'm great."

I hear him snort softly before he tightens his arms to pull me closer and we drift off to sleep.

Together.