Still Grace's P.O.V.
"Okay." I groaned in a sleep filled voice, I somehow managed to drag my tired self from the comfort of the bed and traipse into the bathroom to sort out my face and whatnot.
"Mike?! How long have I got to get ready?" I called into the bedroom.
"Umm, about half an hour!" He shouted back.
"Oh flip me..." I huffed to myself as I began to dash around in a mad panic, applying makeup at the same time as I tried to pack away my stuff.
Michael appeared at the door, dressed and seeming unstressed. "What are you rushing around for?!" He giggled, coming closer and hugging me, "Chill out yeah?" He grinned.
I exhaled deeply, nodding "Don't suppose you could get out all my clothes could you?" I asked sweetly.
"Of course! Is everything in the drawers?" He smiled as he began to retreat back into the bedroom.
I nodded, "There's some in the closet too."
He disappeared and soon I heard drawers opening and closing, I looked at myself in the mirror and carried on my procedures, at least he was helping me, bless him.
"You want me to put stuff in your suitcase!?" He called.
"If you don't mind!" I shouted as I gathered up my toiletries and took them into the bedroom.
I saw he had neatly packed away my clothes in my case, "That's better than I would ever be able to manage!"
"Ahh well...I've had a lot of practice!" He giggled.
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanfictionThe second book of 'Be Careful What You Wish For.' Find out more about the adventures and mishaps that Michael and Grace into. Follow the events of their relationship, their life together and their separate lives. Who they meet, what they do and whe...
