Bloody Death

June 25th

Grace woke up in the arms of someone and was confused. She hadn't looked at his face yet and looked around the room. She felt him breathing on her neck as she was looked down at herself. She was naked and felt ashamed. She moved to touch the blanket and bring it up to her but his grip tightened. She looked up at him and saw peaceful he seemed. She bit her lip as she tried to pull the cover up again.

He made a face and made a sound. She sighed and covered her face with her hands. The pain had began to hit her and the guilt harder than ever. She began to cry again and was silent with them. Her tears woke Michael up.

Michael: Grace.. What is wrong?

Grace shook her head as she tried to stop.

Michael: Grace..

He removed her hands from her face and had her look at him.

Michael: Grace, why are you crying?

Grace: It hurts and..

Michael: And?

Grace: I am ashamed.

Michael: Why are you ashamed? You are beautiful.

Grace: No, no. It is not that. I just..

She covered her face and fell back onto the bed.

Michael: Grace, just tell me.

He said as he removed her hands again.

Grace: I was to wait for this.. I do not feel right naked and I knew. I knew I would feel shame if we did this! I knew it!

Michael: Grace please calm down. I still love you and I know what we did.. It feels so right to me and I would hate to do this with any other woman because you are the only woman I love.

Grace: What if I am pregnant now? Will you still love me then? Will you still be there for me and marry me like you planned to?

Michael: Of course! I will never leave you alone and I will always be there every step of the way.

Grace: I will see the truth.. It hurts so bad!

She began to cry again and put her face into the pillow. Michael held her and let her cry into his chest. Grace stayed with him until the sun rose.

Michael: Grace?

Grace: Yes?

Michael: I still love you.

Grace: I still love you too.

Michael: Grace?

Grace: Yes?

Michael: Would you prefer a boy or a girl?

Grace: What?

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

Michael: If you are carrying my child now, what gender do you prefer?

Grace: I do not know.

Michael: I would like a girl because she would be just like her mother. Beautiful and loving.

Grace smiled.

Grace: It does not matter to me, they shall both be equally beautiful.

Michael: Grace?

Grace: Yes Michael?

Michael: Will you still marry me?

Grace: Yes.. I will still marry you.

Michael kissed her and looked at the ceiling.

Grace: Michael?

Michael: Yes?