Caitlin Brooks: Grace Cameron

Chapter Twenty

Three months later
Grace awoke, dreams of Cormac pulling her out of her deep sleep. This morning was just the same as any other. She sat up in bed, her nine month bump only making the process harder, she pull herself up from the bed before she padded along the the bathroom. 
The baby was set to come any day now and that filled Grace with more fear than she ever wanted to admit to. Every passing day reminded her of what was coming, of what was going to be taken away from her. 
She moved to the kitchen and picked out whatever the baby was making her crave, before she ate at the kitchen table. She cleaned up before she moved into the bedroom/living room area and picked out a book to read. Somewhere between the end of book one and the start of book two she felt a twinge in her stomach, she managed to lift herself up from the couch and waddle to the bathroom before she felt the gush of water beneath her.
"Shit" she cursed, her hand going to her stomach "You need to stay put baby, I'm going to figure a way out of here. I promise I'll keep you safe" she promised, kissing her palm before she returned it to her bump. 
Grace had tried to hide the labour pains for as long as she could, every kick and movement reminded her of what was going to happen, and how she couldn't stop it. The pain, the need to push overtook her as much as she tried not to. 
The door to the bunker opened quickly, fast multiple footsteps down the concrete stairs before the other door clanged open revealing more doctors than she was used to seeing. The door was shut behind them and bolted behind them. There was no escaping what was going to come. 
Agent Davenport met her eyes from his place in the doorway "It's time" 
"I'll tell you when it's time and this baby isn't going anywhere just yet" she bit, despite the contraction washing over her. 
"It's coming Grace. Crossing your legs and hoping is only going to hurt you both" 
"You've already hurt her" her hand went to her stomach as if she could protect her from him, from the world with just her hand. 
"If you keep your legs closed you could lose her. That much I know you don't want" he reasoned. The doctors appeared in the doorway, their white coats and gloved hands reminding her of what was to come. Grace nodded slowly. Two of them rush to her side helping her up from her bed, they led her towards the door when she stopped next to Davenport, her hand grabbing the coat covering his arm. 
"Make sure she goes somewhere good. Don't use her against him. She's innocent and he never knew I was pregnant" he nodded. 
"He won't know. I'll put her somewhere safe" he assured her but his voice did nothing but make her want to scream at him or puke. She let herself be led into the birthing room, watching as they rushed around her gathering equipment and towels. 
She lay back on the bed, staring up at the cement ceiling, the only view she had for the last nine months. 
"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry" she whispered, tears falling from her closed eyes "I will find you. I won't ever stop looking until I get you all back. I promise" she whispered, feeling another contraction wash over her, she pushed, letting the scream that she had been holding back out. She screamed as loud as she could until the need to push passed. 
"I love you Caity" 
Liam's voice echoed through her mind as she stared up at the blank ceiling. 
"I want you to be my mommy. Then you'll always be with me" 
She let the air fill her lungs despite the sting, more tears stained her face streaking down her cheeks ending up on the pillow below her. 
"My love"
Grace let out another piercing scream as she pushed through her contraction. 
"We're nearly there" the doctors around her spoke, but their words didn't matter to her, they didn't even reach her ears. 
"I'm sorry" she cried, choking out through tears before she screamed again, pushing as hard as she could. 
"One more. One more and It'll be here" the doctors bustled around her as she screamed one last time, the sound bouncing off the walls, filling the cold and empty space. 
"She's here" 
She's here. 
Her mind finally came alive, forcing her eyes to move to where a young doctor was checking over her baby. 
Her baby. 
"Daisy" she muttered, a smile crossing her lips as she listened to the cries that now filled the space. Beautiful, beautiful noise. 
"Let me hold her. Just for a minute. Let me hold her, please" she begged, watching as the young doctor's eyes met hers before they moved to Davenport. He shook his head side to side and then the young doctor was leaving through another door, leaving with her baby.  
"No!" she screamed, trying to get up from the bed but they held her down even as she thrashed and fought. Then, a sharp scratch, then nothing but darkness. 

Grace's eyes fluttered open, taking in the room she called her bedroom for nine months. The pain in her stomach had stopped but she was in pain. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach finding the skin softer than it had been earlier.
It was all real. She was really gone. 
The young doctor appeared in the doorway, obviously surprised to find her awake, he closed the space between them checking over her I.V as he took notes. She caught his wrist, making him freeze. 
"Please. Help me" she managed to get out "I just need five minutes. Please" she begged, meeting his eyes as he looked down at her "This might be my only chance" he studied the empty look in her eyes before he nodded gently quickly leaving the room again. 
It felt like an eternity waiting for him to come back. Every second that he was gone was another that made her heart ache. 
She listened as his footsteps got closer, closing the space between them, between her and her baby. Finally he came into view, her eyes went straight to the small bundle in his arms. He smiled down at Grace as he handed her the sleeping new born. And she couldn't take her eyes off of her. 
"She's beautiful" she muttered, her tears clouding her eyes "I'm so sorry Daisy. I promise that I'll find you again. I won't stop until I can you and your brothers home with me. I'll keep you all safe, I promise" she tried to blink away the tears so that she could burn the sight of her into her mind. 
"I'm sorry. They'll be here soon, you don't have long" 
"It'll never be long enough" she murmured before she placed a kiss to her forehead. The first iron door clanged as it opened, then the footsteps, then the second door opened. Grace held her daughter tightly, pushing herself to the other side of bed. 
"Give her up" Agent Davenport ordered. 
"No" 
"We discussed this Grace. Give her up, now" he ordered. 
"Touch her and I'll kill you all" she bit. 
"Take the child" he ordered, the other agents moved towards the bed, some pinned her whilst others tried to grab the baby. She managed to get in one hit when they grabbed the baby, leaving Grace in a heap on the bed as she watched them take her baby up the concrete stairs, her cries eventually stopping as she was loaded into a car. 
"This is for the best. You might not see it that way now, but you will" Grace met his eyes. 
"I'm going to kill you, and no one will ever find the body. And I'm going to take my children and run to a place that you'll never find us" she bit, despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, wetting the bed beneath her. 
"You won't do that, because if you do, you'll lose any chance at finding any of them" Grace watched them all leave, plunging the bunker back into silence. She rolled over, turning her back to the door, she let all her pain out.