Fifty Shades Deeper

Chapter Three

“Grace!” I shout when I feel a pillow smack into my face, waking me up with a start.

“You didn’t wake up when I called you.” She shrugged innocently.

“So you hit me?”

“Oh don’t be such a baby, get up, we’re moving in today.” She grins.

“I thought we were moving in tomorrow?” I ask.

“Tomorrow is Monday, that’s when college starts, so it would make more sense to move in today, don’t you think?” She laughs.

I nod and point at my door, signalling for her to leave, which she does, leaving me alone again, I look over at my alarm clock, “Shit, six thirty?” I groan, wishing I could go back to sleep, I only had three hours last night.

“Morning.” Mom and dad say at the same time when I come out of my room and into the kitchen to get some breakfast, which makes me shudder when I remember last night.

I laugh to myself about it, knowing Ted is right about them not arguing, I’m lucky they’re so in love.

“What’s so funny?” My dad asks, and I just shake my head and accept the plate of egg and toast my mom offers me.

“Are you ready to move in to the apartment?” She asks, sitting down beside me with her coffee.

“Eat something.” My dad tells her, which makes her laugh out loud but she gets some toast too. I roll my eyes at them and their inside jokes, I will never understand them.

“All I have to take is my luggage I brought here; the rest was taken there by Taylor, right?” I ask, eating my food.

“Yes, it’s all ready for you two.” Dad answers.

“Are you going home tomorrow?” Grace asks.

“We’re going to fly back later tonight when you’re both settled, I have a meeting tomorrow morning I can’t miss, is that alright?” He replies, looking warily at us as if he didn’t want to leave us here alone, which knowing him, he didn’t; he is way protective.

“And we have a surprise for you both.” Mom grins sheepishly, which means she isn’t too sure about it herself, I bet it was dads Idea.

“We got you a car each, so you can get around here and don’t have to worry about renting one.” Yep, definitely his idea.

“Thanks.” We both grin at him. We’ve learnt over the years that you just have to accept the gifts.

“They’re parked in the apartment car park.” Mom says.

“Great, thanks so much.” Grace smiles her daddy’s girl smile at them both.

“Wait, you didn’t get us ridiculously expensive ones, did you?” I asked, just imagining the looks we would get driving into college in a Audi Spyder.

“No.” My mom laughs, knowing what I meant. “We got you less conspicuous ones.” She assures me.

“Grace, we got you an Ice blue Mini convertible, you said you liked them.” Dad tells her, which she squeals with glee at.

“And you have a black bmw m6 convertible.” Mom says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You could have gone a little more low key, but I’m not complaining, thank you.” I smile. “Hard top?” I ask cheekily, and dad nods, knowing I’m not keen on soft top convertibles, whereas Grace loves them, especially on minis.

“Is everything to your liking?” Taylor asks, grinning at us as we let ourselves into our new apartment, where he is waiting.

I look around, it is large and spacious, the kitchen joins onto the living room, both having a cream and black colour scheme, the sofas are black leather and the carpet is soft and cream.