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Dove Delilah Windsor.....Two Months Later

"Is there something wrong with the clothes I bought for you?" Graham asks in the middle of dinner, me at one end, him at the other of the long table with eight chair on either side of the table between us. 

I look up from my plate, and shake my head. 

"No." I say softly. "I think I just prefer wearing my things." I say. 

"The clothes I bought ARE your things." He says and I swallow and look down, then back up. I nod. 

"I know, I just mean, my old things." I say. 

"If you don't like them, you're more than welcome to buy others." He says. 

I shake my head. "It's not...I don't need....thank you." I say, not in the mood to try to explain that I don't need new clothes, and that I still am not comfortable accepting the things he continues to spoil me with. Including the white Mercedes I've only driven once, during the test drive. My birthday present he said, last week when he took me to the dealer. 

My eighteenth birthday was yesterday and we'd yet to talk about whether or not I'd be staying or leaving on my own once my inheritance dropped into my bank account. We were still awkward around one another, still strangers. I barely see him at all some days, he's always out, always busy but it's fine. It's not like Im a child that needs to be looked after. 

"I bought you a present." He says and I blink. 

"For what?" I ask. 

"Because you're my grand daughter, and I wanted to get you something." He says, then stands and brings a small box over, clearly a jewelry box.

"You just bought me a car, you didn't have to get me anything else." I say and he sets it down and nods to the box. 

"Please accept it." He says and I look up at him. 

"Yeah, okay." I say with a nod and then wipe my hands on my napkin in my lap and lift it and set the heavy white linen on the table and take the box. 

I open it. 

"You seem not to like extravagnce , so I went with something simple." He says and I smile at the thin, dainty necklace. A thin delicate cilver chain, a small round diamond in the center. To the right is a small little silver Dove.

"It's beautiful, thank you Graham." I say, because it's what I've called him since meeting him. Not grandpa, because grandpa didnt seem right for a man I hardly knew. He seemed not to mind it either, so I didnt force the use of Grandpa. 

"Would you like me to put it on for you?" He asks and I look up at him. I nod. 

"Sure, thank you." I say and he nods and takes the box and I watch him gently remove the necklace, it's small, and I feel just how small when I sweep my hair to the side and feel his fingers brush my neck as he gently lays it against the base of my throat and brings the ends around as I hold my hair. I swallow as his finger brush the back of my neck and tickle the little baby hairs at my nape while he clasps it. It fits perfectly around the base off my neck. The tiny circular diamond resting in the hollow in the middle  of my throat. I lift my hand and touch the little dove towards the left side that rests at the top of the hollow created above my left collar bone. His finger brush the top of my spine, and my breath ceases for a moment as they graze a few inches of my spine before falling away. 

I place my hand over the necklave and look up at him. 

"thank you" I say and he nods. I let my hand fall away, and he looks at the necklace. His eyes floating over my neck, my collar bones and shoulders, and back to the necklace. 

"It fits perfectly, Dove." he says and I just nod, swallowing as I look up at him. His eyes on mine for a moment, and I try to tell myself he's not handsome, like i've been trying to tell myself for the past two months. Sure, you can think your relatives are handsome. But, I was attracted to him. I tell myself it's not my fault. That I didn't know him till two months ago, and it's not my fault that my eyes and brain are confused when I tell them they can't look at him like THAT. Plus he's old. I'm not supposed to like men old enough to be grandfather. He IS your grandfather, idiot. I scold myself internally. 

I watch as he walks across the room and back to his seat, and sits down, just as Jolicia, one of the maids comes and clears our plates. 

"Desset Mister Windsor?" She asks him. 

"I'm all set, thank you." He says and then she's walking over to me to gather my plates. 

"And how about you Miss Windsor?" She asks and I flush slightly. Because even though she says Miss , it almost feels like for a moment, I'm the woman of the house, and the man across from me is my husband and not my grandfather. 

I shake my head. "No thank you Jolicia, and please, call me Dove." 

"Yes Miss Dove" She nods and I smile, not bothering to tell her she can drop the Miss part. 

"Do the books suit your tastes?" He asks after a moment of silence when Jolicia leaves the room. 

I look to him. He knows I've been spending time in the library. It's all history and encylopedias, with a few shelves of classics.

"Oh...um...yeah, I've found a few." I say. 

"If you let me know what you like to read I can add them to the library for you." He says.

"Oh, that's okay, I -"

"Please Dove." He says gently. 

I stop talking. I nod. 

"Okay." I say. "yes, thank you." 

There was no point in rejecting his generosity. He had more than enough money. It just still felt so weird to be here with him, living with him. I assume gifts is way of...being grandfatherly? 

"Is there anything else you need, that you'd enjoy that you don't have?" he asks.

"Um, as far as what?" I ask softly.

"Anything." He says and I shrug. 

"Not really." I say.

"Would you tell me, if there was?" He asks, lifting one of his grey brows. He was honestly, too handsome. It was distracting at times. Like right now. I'd already fogotten the question he asked me as I looked at his short, well kept full beard, the beard, the brows, his hair, all mostly silver with darker and lighter shades of grey peppered throughout. 

"Dove?" He asks.

"Hmm?" I ask as I blink myself back to reality. 

"Would you tell me? If there was something else you wanted..or needed?" He asks. 

"Oh...sure." I say and nod and force a little smile. 

"Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?" He asks, surprising me, my brows popping.

"A...movie?" I ask. 

"Yes. A movie. A film. A picture. Do they call them something else these days?" He asks. I think it might be his version of a little joke, but it's hard to tell with his dry demeanor. 

"Oh, no....I yes...a movie, okay. Sure." I say. 

He nods. "Very good then. Meet me in the theatre in an hour, I just have a few things to take of and then I'll be available." 

"If your busy, we don't have to, you dont have to spend time with me, it's fine, im-"

"Do you not want to spend time with me?" He asks. I blink and my mouth is open. 

"I...of course I do. I just....I know you're busy." I say. 

"In an hour I won't be. And i'd like to spend time with my grandaughter, but I dont want to force you to if you're not comfortable." He says. 

I shake my head. "I want to." I say then start nodding.

"Good. an hour then?" He asks and I nod. 

"Yes. An hour." I say. 

He nods, gets up and leaves the room. 

"And Dove?" He asks, turning around and I look up at him. 

"Yes?" 

"I'd like for you to wear the necklace often, if you don't mind." He says and I blink at his request. 

"Oh." I say and lift my hand to my throat, feeling the dainty jewelry. It seemed like a strange request, but maybe because I didnt wear the clothes that he had purchased for me, or any of the shoes, that he just wanted to see me wear this one thing? I nod.

"Of course , I love it.  I'll wear it often." I say and he nods. 

"Good." he says quietly and turns back around, and walks out of the room.