The past few days had not been great. Well, they were not great for grace, but they were better for him.
Grace has been coming to his apartment every time she felt something was wrong with her own. Courtesy to Lorelai and her tantrums, Grace had willingly shifted towards him.
Even though it made the beast inside him calm, the rational side of him did not agree.
His Grace was stressed, and he did not agree with that. As much as he loved her grandmother, she had to go away.
Day and night, Christian had watched Grace retreat back into a shell of herself, where she was doing things that were necessary and completely ignoring herself. She had not noticed it, but one day she had worn two different shoes.
He would have ignored it, had did not come to his attention that Lorelai was actually throwing fucking utensils at her head. No one did that. Grace was his queen, no one had the balls to do that.
