Love At Its Finest

Chapter 1

By: Harold Finch and Grace Luvr

Author's Note: Hey Everybody! I just wanted to say thanks for those wonderful 40 reviews for Torture At Its Finest. This is the sequel to Torture At Its Finest. I would highly recommend that you read that story first if you haven't. This sequel will only be about 4 chapters, nothing long. Enjoy!

Harold Wren sits on his white leather sofa, sipping on a steaming cup of Sencha Green Tea. While he careful sipped his hot tea, he began to reflect on how his life has changed in the past year and a half. The woman whom he had abandoned out of love years ago, walked right back into his life unexpectedly. However, this time things were going to be different. There was no more danger with the machine to put her in harms way, and Root was serving life in Federal Prison. Grace and Harold have been married for the past year. He had re proposed to her at his art gallery, where he had one of her pictures framed on her birthday before his *death*. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

Harold brought Grace to the art gallery which he surprisingly still had ownership of. He brought Grace with a heavy heart and a question. He took her with him up to the top floor where Grace saw something that immediately made her breath hitch in her throat. Sitting there on the wall were 3 of her best paintings in a row covered by a glass case with 3 spot lights on each painting, each painting was surrounded by a lovely gold frame. And to top it all off, above them was a beautiful gold plack which read, "Greatest artist of the 21st century. Grace Hendricks. 2013."

"HAROLD! Oh My God! Did You Do This!?"

"Yes. It's my way of telling you how much I love you. I also got you this."

Harold pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his suit pocket.

"What is it?"

"I got you a part time contract with the U.S. Art company. You should have heard of them. They're the biggest art company in America, and they have a headquarters here in New York. And I have made sure that each painting you make for them will be shipped into museums across the country."

Grace threw herself into Harold's arms and smiled with pure happiness.

"There's something else to this little gift Grace."

"What more could there possibly be!?"

He smiled at her relishing in her excitement, as he slowly pried her off of him.

"A question. I know I've done this before, but it only seems right."

Harold carefully got down on one knee and pulled a ring box out of his back pocket. He opened the box to reveal a 16 carat diamond engagement ring. Grace's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Grace Hendricks, you are the light in my life, you are my world, you mean everything to me. I love you more than life itself. Will you be my wife, and make me the happiest man in the world?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Grace's eyes were filled with tears of joy as Harold slipped the ring on her finger. As soon as he got to his feet, Grace attacked him with a passionate kiss.

"I love you Harold Wren."

"I love you too Grace Hendricks."

They stayed wrapped in each others arms for what seemed like an eternity.

*End Flashback*

There wedding had been perfect. It had been the happiest day of Harold's life. John was his best man, Carter was Grace's maid of honor, and Zoe and Shaw were her brides maids. Even Fusco showed up to give Grace away. Today however, it was completely the opposite. It was John and Joss's wedding day. Harold was John's best man, Grace was Joss's maid of honor, Zoe and Shaw were bridesmades, again, and Fusco was giving away his partner. It was sure to be a lovely event. However, Harold wasn't completely thrilled with Grace going to the wedding, considering the fact that she is 8 months pregnant. The gender of their baby is still unknown. They decided that they wanted to be surprised. Grace suddenly appeared at the top landing of the stairs. Harold looked up and absent mindedly put his cup of tea down on the table and stood up. She walked down the stairs dressed in a white tank top and blouse, a matching white skirt, and white high heels. Her beautiful fiery red hair was cascading lovingly down her back, her diamond ring shone lovingly from the sun lightly from the window. Harold was in total awe at her beauty, looking at her now was causing his heart to soar. He never thought she looked more gorgeous than right now, despite her baby bump. She pulled Harold out of his trance.

"What do you think Harold?"

"You look stunning, you look beyond stunning, you look gorgeous."

"Thank you! You look very handsome in your tux Harold."

"Thank you sweetheart."

Harold was dressed in a white dress shirt, a black bow tie, a white tuxedo jacket, and black pants with matching polished dress shoes. John would be dressed the same way.

Grace leaned forward and kissed Harold on the cheek. When she started to walk away he grabbed her arm.

"Why don't we just forget about the wedding and stay in doors sweetheart."

"You know we can't do that Harold! Now come on lets go."

"Alright love."

They both walked out the front door and closed it behind them. Grace linked her arm with his as they walked to their car. They got in and headed for the wedding, looking forward to a day of love, joy, and excitement. However, what they didn't know was, that they were going to have a day they would never forget.

Author's Note 2: Thoughts?