Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 233

You deserve to be happy

Apollo

My body moved before my mind could even begin to understand what had happened.

I caught her as she fell.

The sound of people shouting, of my mother–in–law crying, of officers grabbing Sarah again, everything became distant noise, like echoes underwater. None of it reached me. The only thing that existed was the weight of Grace collapsing into my arms.

Her body felt colder than it should have.

“Grace,” I breathed, but my voice did not sound like mine.

I lowered us both to the ground carefully, cradling her against my chest as if I could shield her from the damage that had already been done. Her breathing, which had been steady moments ago, was slowing beneath my hand that was still on her stomach.

I pressed my palm there instinctively, shaking my head as if denial alone could reverse reality. “No… no…”

I had always been a man who never struggled to distinguish dreams from reality, even when my life had been full of nightmares disguised as truth, but in this moment I wished desperately that this was one of those illusions. I wished I would wake up in our bed with her curled against me, complaining about how tightly I held her at night.

“Grace! No! My baby!” Mrs. Jones‘ anguished cries jolted me back to a brutal reality I couldn’t escape, and when my hand touched her stomach, my heart froze, my fingers pressing against the warm wetness that turned my blood cold, blood that wasn’t mine, but hers, and the sight stole all rational thought from my mind.

“Grace…” I murmured, voice low, almost broken, my entire body trembling with the desperation I couldn’t hide.

Ryan was immediately at my side, his hands hovering before touching her, and I realized for the first time that I had never seen him like this before, his normally composed face pale, eyes wide with genuine fear that seemed to consume him from the inside out, and he murmured, voice low, almost too quiet for me to hear,

“H–her pulse… it’s weak…”

I clenched my fists, my breathing hard and uneven, my veins pulsing with fury and helplessness as I saw the panic in his eyes, the same panic I felt rising in me, and he continued, “It doesn’t look like she will survive this.”

The sound of Mrs. Jones sobbing grew louder. My father’s silence was heavy as he held his chest in fear.

My gaze darkened instantly, my control slipping like sand through my fingers, and I grabbed Ryan by the collar, my tone deadly, a warning that wasn’t up for discussion: “Speak nonsense, and I will kill you.”

Ryan held my gaze, shaking his head as he whispered, “She is my little sister, Apollo. Do you think I don’t know what I’m saying?”

“I don’t fucking care,” I growled, my teeth clenched, my fingers digging into his shirt as if I could transfer my fury into him, ” Treat her this instant, or ”

My words were cut off as my hand was suddenly grasped by hers, her pale little hand reaching for mine, and my heart shattered at the fragility of her grip, and at the warmth she still managed to offer me despite everything

Her lips curved into a weak smile, and she murmured, “It’s okay, Apollo… Ryan is one of the best doctors in the country he knows what he’s doing.”

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I shook my head, trying to keep the panic from spilling out of me, but the tears on Ryan’s face and the helpless sobs of Mrs Jones and Theodore only made it worse.

Grace’s voice cut through the chaos, “Apollo… I love you.”

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My chest constricted, my throat tight, and I shook my head, “I’m saving you, even if I have to give my life to the devil. Screw that, I’ll save you even if I have to go to heaven and fight God. I will let anyone try to take you from me, you are mine, Grace.”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile, even in the midst of pain and exhaustion, and she whispered, “I’m lucky to have met you, Apollo… it’s just… sad that our baby didn’t get to meet you.”

Those words froze me, my heart hammering in my chest as I looked down at her stomach and realized something. Everyone in the room widened their eyes, the gravity of the situation crashing down around us, and Theodore, already crying, choked out,” You’re… pregnant, Grace?”

Her hand quivered as she forced a nod, her voice barely audible, “Y–yes.”

For a brief second, I stood there stunned, my mind blank and unable to process how something so life–changing could be revealed like this, but I forced myself to snap out of it because this was not the time to freeze or drown in shock.

My hand was still pressed firmly against the gunshot wound, trying uselessly to stop the bleeding, and I swallowed the panic rising in my throat as I told myself that everything else could wait as long as she kept breathing.

“That will wait,” I said hoarsely. “I have to take you to the hospital first.”

I slid one arm carefully beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her into my arms as gently as I could despite the urgency, and when I stood up with her against my chest, I felt just how light she had become. I did not look at anyone else, I simply ran toward the exit with her in my arms while everyone followed behind me.

When I pushed through the warehouse doors and stepped outside, Genesis and Chase, who had been standing there moments earlier, both froze when they saw me carrying Grace covered in blood, their expressions turning pale with disbelief as if they could not accept what they were seeing. I ignored the shock on their faces and moved quickly toward the car, lowering her carefully as I prepared to place her in the back seat so we could leave immediately.

Just as I was about to set her down, I felt her fingers move weakly against my shirt.

“Apollo…” She called my name.

I leaned down instantly, bringing my face closer to hers so I would not miss a single word. “I’m here,”

“Please… be happy,” she whispered, her breathing shallow and uneven as if each word cost her the little strength she had left. “ You deserve to be happy…”

I held her closer. “You need to save your strength because we are going to the hospital and you are going to be fine. So just wait

Her hand, which had been lightly gripping my shirt, slowly slipped downward as it she no longer had the energy to hold on, and then her body went completely still in my arms.

I froze as I looked down at her face, noticing how her eyes had closed and how pale she had become, and a cold tear spread through me faster than anything I had ever felt before.

“Grace,” I said quietly, tightening my hold around her. “You should not be sleeping right now, so open your eyes and look at me.”

She did not respond.

“Grace,” I called again, louder this time, hoping she would react to the sound of my voice the way she always

There was still no answer.

My heart began pounding violently against my ribs as i gently shook her, careful not to hurt her but desperate in bring her bach.

“Grace, answer me,” I demanded, my voice cracking despite myself.

When she remained completely unresponsive, I felt something inside me break

You deserve to be happy

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