Grace smiled, her weariness momentarily replaced by a glimmer of pride. "Thank you," she replied, a tender smile playing on her lips. "They mean everything to me, Charles. Being a mother has been the most rewarding and challenging role I've ever had. I want to make sure they have every opportunity
Grace I couldn’t even think. I was barely processing what he told me. My mind was racing with a mix of emotions. I remembered the long hours and sleepless nights. I had left a good team to finish the work. How could it not be patented yet? What had they been doing? Was there something wrong with t
Let someone else handle the lab. Don’t you have colleagues? My jaw trembled. “I don’t think…” “I have to run the pack. My kids need me. They’re young. I can't do it all," I murmured to myself, the weight of it all pressing down on me. Charles' voice, steady and reassuring, spoke again. "You ne
Grace Though I had said that, nothing in me said that it was possible. The car came to a stop, and George came around to open my door, offering me his hand to get out. He smiled warmly at me, and I realized he wasn’t the same man that had dropped me off. “You have another assistant?” “I do,” C
She frowned. “You don’t look like a grandpa.” She let out a little giggle. “Grandpas have white hair.” He smirked as she held out her hand. He lifted her hand in the same greeting. Her eyes lit up. “Are you a prince like in the books?” “No,” Charles said. “Though I am a king.” Her jaw open
Grace "He... he just growled?" I stammered, utterly stunned. Charles nodded slowly, his expression a mix of warm understanding. "Yes, he did." I watched in awe as Richard nestled against me, his wide eyes slowly drooping as he succumbed to a sense of calm. It was as if Charles's presence and r
"You have a way with them," I admitted a hint of playfulness in my tone. Charles chuckled, the sound carrying a mixture of pride and fondness. "Well, children can often see beyond the surface, Grace. They have an innate ability to recognize sincerity and kindness. I’ve never picked up a baby I cou
Charles Grace's living room was bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace. She wasn’t relaxing much, but it was better than the nervous energy from earlier. I met her gaze. "I appreciate your willingness to talk about this," she began softly. I shook my head. “It’s not a secret, Grace.” She l