The Pretend To Be Agreement

Chapter Thirty-Three

Grace

The two of us were woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of yelling and I was more than glad that Katherine and James got the bedroom downstairs; even though their two floors down they're still able to cause quite the disturbance. It's only a minute later do I hear the sound of crying and it's coming from down the hall, and it didn't take me more than five seconds to realize that it was just Lucas.

Beside me Will lets out a groan in annoyance and he pulls me back, closing the distance that had come between us during sleep. I shake my head and smile when I just barely see that his nose wrinkles upwards like a kitten, and it's the only peace I get. But that peace is broken when Lucas starts to scream about how he wasn't tired, and then there's Sam who's very loudly trying to get her son to sleep.

I wiggle of Will's grip and throw the covers off of me and crawl to the end of the bed. A sharp tingle is felt in between my legs and I wince, but decide to ignore the pain as for what had happened only hours earlier was definitely worth it.

Searching through my suitcase I pull on a fresh pair of clothing, which was pretty much some undergarments, one of Will's shirts – which were basically a nightgown on me—,and a pair of long, knee high socks.

I open the bag that wasn't mine and toss a pair of boxers at Will. It hits him in the side of the face, and thanks to the moonlight seeping in past the curtain I can see his eyes scrunch together as he's confused as to what just hit him in the face.

Realization comes to him ten seconds later when he's holding the boxers in his hands. A low, tired chuckle escapes past his lips and he whispers a thank you to me before slipping them on. I make my way back to him and pull the covers back over me as I cuddle into his chest. He leaves a light kiss on the back of my neck before I roll over and place my cheek onto his collarbone.

I'm curled up in his side, my arm wrapped around his waist while his is under my head and his right hand is clasped with my left. He then bends his head down and plants a long, lingering kiss to the top of my head.

"Merry Christmas, Grace," he whispers, "I love you."

My eyes flutter closed at the sound of his words and a small smile tugs at my lips. "I love you, too, Will. Merry Christmas."

That's how we fall back asleep, except this time, the darkness takes me to the calming sound of the beating of his heart.

***

It's freezing the next time I wake up and there's a fresh layer snow covering the ground outside. The only warmth I get is from the man that lies beside me, and even then do I get a chill that runs down my spine and gives me the goose bumps. I try pulling the blankets up and curling my legs up to my chest to keep my warm but it does nothing to help.

I contemplated about getting out of bed or not, and that was really only because of me wanting food. It's not until there's a loud banging on the bedroom door and a screeching voice chanting the words 'Uncle Will! Uncle Will! Uncle Will!' over and over again that I actually roll out from under the sheets and stand on my own two feet.

Before even considering to greet the child – also known as Lucas – that stands in the hallway I pull on a pair of pants that are probably dirty on and then step over the clothes that both Will and I were supposed to wear to church but never got the chance.

When the door does come unlocked and it flies open and almost squishes me to the wall like a bug on a windshield a flash of blonde and blue go running past me and leaps onto the bed. Lucas crawls his way to Will and grabs onto the pillow I had been sleeping on and uses it and starts to hit him with it. Will lets out a grunt and at first he mumbles my names, probably thinking it was me hitting him, and then he opens his eyes and sees Lucas.