54: PURPLE MERCEDES BENZ

PEBBLES' POV

AUGUST 20ETH, 2009

It was the hours of dawn on a Thursday; the days seemed to be growing hotter, and Bradley finally set the date for the movers to transport us into our new home. Blake and I had not been to the estate as yet. The men informed us they preferred to see the look of surprise on our faces the day we move in.

I was encased in Ace's arms; he was like a furnace; I was soaked in perspiration, most of it his. Just as I was about to clamber from under the covers, Ace's phone buzzed.

“Fuck," he murmured groggily. He pressed the answer button without noticing the caller I.D. “Hello,” his eyes opened wide, and he plunged to his feet. “I'm on my way. I'll be there.” He ended the call and dropped the phone on the bed.

“Ace, what happened?”

“That was Grandma. Vanessa is in labour.”

“Oh, my God. Is she OK?"

“Yes. Grandma said the doctor says she still has a few hours to go," he sighed.

“But when did Mary arrive?”

“She came back last night, but because of what transpire