Prince's POV

It's been a week after bringing Dalton home and I just can't seem to force myself away from him. Grace says I, at some point, will have to force myself away from him, but for now, I just want to make sure he knows daddy and mommy are right here and we will never allow anyone else to hurt him or his big sister.  When I think back to what could have been the out-come, I automatically think of Gregory, and the pain that never goes away from losing a child. I'm happy, I'm very happy, I married the love of my life, she gave me a beautiful daughter, and the sweetest son. My family means everything to me, so when I start feeling sad, I look at them and realize how blessed I truly am. Losing Gregory will always be painful, but I know he's in heaven, so that does give me some comfort.


After placing Dalton back in his crib, I hear the bedroom door open and I smell her intoxicating perfume.  I raise up and feel arms enveloping me and soft kisses on my neck. A grin forms on my face once I feel her hand sliding down and it lands on my zipper.  Her fingers unzip the zipper, and I stop her. I hear a disappointed sight that causes me to chuckle.

"Prince, I thought you would be more willing than this," her sweet voice whispers.

"Oh, trust me, I am more than willing, come on, let's go to our room," I grab her hand and escort her to our room.

"Grace, where's Binky?"

"She's with Jerome and Fiona. How was Dalton today? I hated having to leave him, but I knew I would never be able to talk you into leaving him, even if it was for five hours," she says as she places her hands on my chest.

"I know I'm hovering, and smothering him with me refusing to let him  be just a matter of a few feet away from me, but having him back, I don't know why, but it makes me think of Gregory. Maybe I'm so afraid that Dalton is just going to disappear and I,-"  she kisses me and Leans her forehead on mine.

"You don't have to explain to me why you're so afraid of leaving Dalton, even if it's for a few hours.  When I thought I would never see him again, that's when I could feel your pain over losing Gregory. I know that pain, and the pain of not knowing if your child is still alive, if he's being well taken of, if he's scared. If there was anything I could do to give Gregory back to you,-" I kiss her and wrap my arms around her.

"But there isn't, and I know that. I know there is no possible way to bring him back, but I do have you, and our two children that I am so grateful for. I will never stop missing Gregory, but it helps a lot having you, Binky, and Dalton here with me. What happened today, Grace?"

"Both Heather, and Charlene got life without the possibility of parole. They both will die in prison. I hope that also  gives you some comfort, Prince."

"It does, baby," I kiss her. She smiles and stands up, she starts to walk away but I grab her hand. She looks down at me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Umm, to get a cup of tea. You want some?" She asks me and I grin as I stand up.

"Yes, I want some."

"Okay, so, are you going to let go of my arm so I can go make us some tea?"

"You really thought I forgot, huh?"

"Forgot what, Prince?" She asks me. I push her against the wall and see the uncertain look on her face.

"Damn it, you mean you were actually serious about punishing me?" I rip her shirt open and lick her neck.

"What do you think? It took you four damn hours to come bail me out of jail last week."

"Well, look on the bright side, at least Jerome is making sure it doesn't go on your criminal record," she nervously smiles.

"Yeah, but you still let me sit in a cell for four damn hours, Grace."

"I was just trying to let you have some time to cool off, Prince," she snaps. I walk into the walk in closet and grab the black bag.

"Prince, what the hell are you planning to do?" I pull out a small wooden paddle and her eyes widen.

"Now, let's not get carried away, you are not seriously going to paddle me with that, are you?" I grin and sit on the bed. I place the paddle beside me. She sighs in relief, but I then pull down her black skirt and push her over my lap.

"What do you think?"  I swing the paddle on her panty covered ass.

"Ouch, damn it, Prince," she yelps.

"Are you going to say you're sorry, or do you want me to paddle this sweet ass even more, Grace?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I left you in jail for four hours. Now, can you please kiss my ass and make it feel better?" She chuckles.

"You want me to kiss your ass? Okay, fine, but I'll be doing other naughty things to you." I smirk as I push her on her back. My hands basically rip her panties off and I lift her legs back.

"Shit, Prince," she moans once she feels my tongue licking her slit.

"See, I told you I would do more naughty things to you," I whisper and shove my tongue in her.

"Oh god, Prince,"

"Grace, I know what a screamer you are, but try and keep it down, you will end up waking up Dalton," I whisper. My lips sucks her tongue and her legs begin to shake.

"Shit, Prince, don't stop," she loudly moans. I hover above her and start to enter her, we both snap our head towards the baby monitor. All we can now hear is crying from Dalton.

"Oops," Grace smiles.

"Girl, I told you to be quiet. I'll go get him," I say and grab my robe. I make my way to his nursery and he's just bellowing out the cries.

"Hey there little man, daddy's here. So sorry your loud mother woke you up, but don't you worry, this weekend uncle Jerome is taking you and your sister shopping and mommy will be all alone with daddy, you hear that Grace? You still have a punishment coming your way," I snap in the baby monitor.

"Prince, how did Jerome talk you into letting him take Dalton shopping this weekend?' She asks me at the door.

"Cause I knew you would do something else to make me punish you, and I was right," I look back at her and wink.

"I love you, Prince," she smiles and wraps her arms around me and Dalton.

"We love you too, mommy. I love you so much, Gracie. I will spend the rest of my life making you so happy."

April 21 2016

Grace's POV*

As I make my way downstairs I see Bianca and Dalton on the sofa sobbing. I look at Bianca and  remember back fifteen years ago meeting  a wonderful man who would eventually become the best father to  my daughter, then I remember Dalton going missing and how terrified we were. I also remember it's because of the love my life, my husband that I have my son. I was able to see him grow, and so was Prince, till today, a day the ended up being one of the worst days of my life. I took for granted that we would grow old together, spoil our grandkids together.  I never thought in a million years that today would be the last day I would have to say good-bye to the love of my life.

Fifteen  years isn't nearly long enough, I wanted so many more years with him. When I felt there was no hope, he gave it to me. Prince gave me unconditional love, patience, a home where I felt safe. He gave me the very best part of himself. He saved in so many ways.


"I will never stop loving you,"  I sob as I bend down to kiss his coffin.

"Grace, come on sweetheart.  Let's get you. Binky and Dalton are in the limo waiting."

"Oh god, Jerome. How can this be happening? Please, tell me he isn't really gone, and when I get home my husband will be there playing his piano, or playing his guitar. He took over the counter flu medicine, how the hell can he be dead?"

"I don't know, Grace.  But the ME said Prince had more than just over the counter medicine in his system."

"That's bull shit and you know it, Jerome. Something isn't right."

"Grace, I know this is so devastating, but,-"

"But nothing, Jerome. Someone murdered my husband, and you're going to figure out who murdered him."

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"Someone help me...Grace, where are you?"