Caitlin Brooks: Grace Cameron

Chapter Thirteen

Caitlin felt the warm breeze from the open balcony window and the warm sun as she lay half awake in her bed. Cormac had gotten up much earlier, leaving her alone to sleep in for as long as she wanted. Liam and Connor had other ideas as they came bounding into the bedroom, diving onto the bed and onto Caitlin.
"Good morning!" Connor shouted, springing Grace to life.
"Good morning munchkins" Caitlin smiled widely as she hugged them both.
"I told him to wake you up nicely" Liam told her.
"It's okay. So, what are we going to do today?" Caitlin asked them.
"Hello everyone" Cormac smiled as he entered the bedroom, placing a kiss to Grace's head before he ruffled Liam's hair.
"Hey honey" Caitlin smiled as he joined them on the bed.
"So, I asked your mother and she said you both can come with Caity and I for the day" Cormac told the boys earning cheers of excitement.
"So, what are we going to do today?" Caitlin asked Cormac with a smile.
"First, no work. Then, breakfast" he smiled.
"That sounds great" Caitlin sighed, kissing him.
"So, who wants pancakes?" Cormac asked earning smiles and hands up from all three of them.
After breakfast the four of them had spent the whole day at the beach playing in the sun.
"You look beautiful lying there" Cormac smiled down at her as Grace put down her book.
"You don't look so bad yourself" Grace smiled at him as he sat next to her on the sand "Thank you for today"
"We all needed it. The truth is that I brought you out here so that we could talk" He told her, watching as she played with the ring hanging from her neck.
"What about?"
"Us. The boys" they both looked over at the two small children that were building sandcastles "Do you ever think about that?" He asked.
"About having kids? It's a little hard with what we do don't you think?"
"Maybe you just need the right man to do it with?" He suggested "And two sons that are crazy about you" Grace froze for a moment at his words.
"I thought they were your housekeeper's"
"Georgette raises them so that no one can use them against me. But they're mine and they need a mother"
"I can't do that. Not here. Not like this" Caitlin shook her head thinking over his words.
"Then I'll get you out" he suggested.
"Or I can get you out. I have resources, contacts, they'd be safer. And they'd have a father" she suggested.
"You know what I am. I am a soldier, raising warriors. I can't just leave" he told her.
"Your a father that has a chance to give your sons freedom and you would rather them have your life? A life on the run, always looking over their shoulders? You want me to raise your sons so that they can have your life?"
"Is it that bad a life?"
"There are so many things I would do to make you happy" she assured him as the boys called her over to play "But this isn't one of them" she told him as she got up and headed over to the boys, helping them build their castles. Her frown quickly faded into a smile as she picked up a spade and started shovelling sand into a bucket.

Caitlin headed along the streets, her mind however was elsewhere until she entered the store, finding Caylee stacking shelves.
"We have a problem" Caitlin told her as she pretended to look at a shelf behind Caylee.
"Threat level?"
"He has kids" she heard her knock over something in shock "Two boys. Eight and six...He also proposed...kind of"
"We have to pass it on to Charles, this-"
"No. They're innocent children. We can't let them be used in all this"
"You can't keep this from Charles, they'll figure it out by the end of all of this"
"He tells everyone that they're his housekeeper's children. You can help me get them out, they'll never know-"
"We can't. That would be treason"
"They're children. Six years old. If it was my kid-"
"Its not" she bit.
"Just think about it. Please" Caitlin begged gently with a kind smile before she left the store.

Caitlin lay in Cormac's bed on her stomach in one of his shirts as she flicked through a magazine. He pushed open the bedroom door and stood in the doorway, watching her read.
"Fuck" he groaned, adjusting his pants.
"You just want to watch? I can put on a show if you want?" she teased, looking up from the paper.
"Half-naked and in my bed. I can come just from this sight" she smirked up at him as he smirked down at her.
"Come here then" he crossed the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching her as she moved to straddle his lap, her lips going straight to his neck. He groaned as her tongue darted out to taste the sweat on his jaw, she started pushing his jacket off his shoulders when he stopped her. She took his face in her hands.
"Hey. What is it?" she kissed his lips softly.
"I know that you don't want to get married but I want you to have this" he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring on a chain "Its a Claddagh. It doesn't have to mean marriage but as long as you wear it, I'll know that you love me and that you're mine" she took the necklace from him and fastened it around her neck. She pushed him back on the bed and started clawing at his belt until she finally got his cock free. She pulled the shirt that she had stolen from him off her body and tossed it before she lowered herself on top of him. He didn't care how hard he was or how he got there, all that he wanted was the image of her moving above him, her necklace and breasts bouncing in perfect rhythm to be seared into his brain forever. He didn't know how long he had been staring at her but the next thing he knew she was shattering around him, squeezing him and then he was shattering with her, his vision going black as he forced his eyes to stay on hers. He felt her body collapse onto his, the cold metal pressed between them.
"Never doubt what I feel for you" she breathed against his neck pressing kisses there as her hips began moving against his again.
This is sweet oblivion. This is willing madness. This is love.