Chapter Twenty-Eight
Scarlett
I sleep for several hours that morning, really needing the rest. It is unfortunate I got my period during the show but that is life.
I have to take the good and the bad. When I wake up from my nap, I go to the bathroom again and the bleeding has stopped and I feel so much better.
I often do after pain meds, heat, and a good nap.
That usually kicks the cramping feelings.
I get ready for the show, making sure I stretch and am warmed up before reaching the theater.
I dance my heart out which feels as amazing the second night as it did the first. And again on the final night.
So after one glorious stint as a lead dancer, I quit the New York City Ballet. The creative director understands but perhaps thinks this isn’t my decision considering she knows Beckett and his reputation for being a controlling man. She doesn't fight him but I think she is sad to see me go.
I am not sorry to leave the ballet, because I’ve made the decision to focus on my career and family.
Rayne is almost nine months old and is starting to wiggle and crawl around.
I don't want to miss those moments because I am at rehearsal.
I made the decision to stay home for Beckett and my family.
He has a grueling enough job and I will eventually be working so I figure we don't need the money, this is just for our pleasure and to give back to society.
Beckett is still concerned about my cycle a few days later.
I tell him the bleeding had stopped, everything is fine and I am feeling fantastic.
I prove it to him by trying my hand at giving him a blowjob again.
I don't really love it but I know he does so I keep practicing and I enjoy it more the second time than I did the first.
“God I love you,” he says as he comes on my chest.
I still am not down to swallow. It is just too weird for me.
That stuff had made our daughter and since I am still the mother of an infant, it sort of hits too close to home.
A week later, after the world's shortest menstruation, we are back at it again like normal. I love the feeling of him inside of me and when he comes I know I’ve pleased him.
I also adore the idea that perhaps we will have another child one day.
I have been thinking about our conversation for a while and since the show is over and my stint as a prima ballerina has ended, there is no better time to ask him some hard questions.
“Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to have another baby?” I am so nervous asking him the question I am literally shaking.
“I’d love to have more children,” he affirms, pulling me into him, looking sleepy after lasting quite a while before bathing my insides with his ecstasy.
I am sleepy too, but I don’t want to wait any longer to have this conversation.
“If we only have five years—”
“About that.” His eyes snap open and I am so nervous about what he is going to say I am about to cry. “I want to stay married to you, Scarlett.” His hands roam up the side of my body. “If you’ll let me.”
“Are you sure?” Tears well in my eyes and I know there is no way I will avoid crying, this is too big and I’d been an emotional mess since the show ended.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
Please stay married to me.” He holds me so tightly I thought I might burst. “I know I’ve mentioned this before, that the length of our marriage is up to you, but I’m amending that.
I want to shred the contract and draft a simple marriage agreement.
We stay married and if we get divorced, God forbid, you get half of everything, like every other married couple. ”
“Oh thank God. I don’t want to get divorced, I’m not thanking you for that. I want us to stay married, forever,” I say through my tears.
And that is it. I am married. Legitimately.
“I want to have a proper wedding, anywhere in the world, with a reception and one hell of a honeymoon. I'll take you to Mars if you desire, Scarlett. I want to see you smile… and wear a super tiny bikini,” he laughs. “I mean I'm still a man.”
“You’re my obnoxious, foul-mouthed, smart, crabby old man.” I tease him because I know he hates it.
“Old, huh? I’ll show you what this old man can do...” He flips me over, literally lifting me off of the bed, and places me back down with my ass in the air.
“Don’t put it in there, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that.” The thought of having a man Beckett’s size in my ass makes my teeth ache… it is too much to process.
“I might have my fingers in there one day. It's really pleasurable Scarlett, you'll probably enjoy it, however, no we will not be using this door.” He sets me down and lightly slaps my ass and then kisses his way down to my pussy as he does most nights.
“Yes,” I moan at the feel of him behind me, lapping at my center with his warm wet mouth.
He slides his tongue all the way in and then I am a goner. By the time his cock is deep inside of me, he is pumping and rutting with his muscular legs banging against mine; my ass in the air. I feel so filled, so wanton, and so fucking hot.
“I’m going to cum,” I tell him as a shiver builds up inside of me, and before I hear whatever he is going to say an orgasm rocks so hard my pussy clamps around him, and well… he comes too.
“Fuck me, Scarlett, you’re draining every freaking ounce of me. I’m going to be a withered old man if you keep sucking me dry like this. You make me cum until I see stars.”
I too am lost in my ecstasy.
Sex is something Beckett and I excel at and we are getting better at communicating so I agree to a wedding because I believe he really wants one. After that, we are heading to the Maldives with our baby to enjoy a month-long honeymoon.
I am so excited to go someplace tropical and beautiful, away from school work and the intensity of study.
The idea of just sequestering myself with Beckett and our baby feels like the most incredible way to celebrate our family.
We are planning the wedding for winter since the weather is warm and dry in the Maldives then.
Because of Beckett’s notoriety, we still have to consider our safety.
Because of this, we decide to get married on a yacht.
I love the sea and never really get a chance to be out on the ocean.
Beckett decides we’ll get married on a yacht in the middle of the ocean with just our closest friends.
That way everyone can stay on the boat with us and have fun before we then drop them off and travel on to the Maldives.
On a day when Beckett and I are looking at boats, we find one he thinks would be appropriate. It is a massive yacht with fifteen rooms downstairs, a dining hall, a dance floor, and a third-floor observation deck. It is just outrageous.
“Do we need this much boat?” I can't imagine any time we would need something with this much space.
“I want lots of children, Scarlett.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
“If you're into it I'd like to have a few. I hope we are surrounded by giggles and laughter. I want little irreverent girls who are bratty and beautiful just like their mother.” He kisses me again.
“Oh, and I want little boys who are smart, scientific, and frustrating, who spend way too much money on huge toys they don't need.”
“Come on, tell me we don't need this boat. We absolutely do need this boat. It has a telescope and comes with a captain who wears a hat. How could you not want this boat?” I love the sparkle and delight in his eyes.
He wants to buy an outrageously expensive yacht, not because it is flashy, but because it will fit the big, joyous family he envisions us having.
“Come on, let's christen the master bedroom.” He is being so childish but I kind of love it.
We tell the yacht salesman we are going to talk over our finances which isn't an issue at all in reality.
Beckett plans to write a check for thirty million dollars, the price of the boat.
When we get into the master bedroom which has a king-sized bed, a couch, and an incredible view, Beckett pulls me up against the wall and slips my dress up and my panties down.
He pulls his cock out of his trousers and is rock hard.
The idea of a wedding on the boat must have really turned him on because he presses inside of me and oh God it feels so naughty and wrong, but also amazingly right.
He fucks me standing up right there in the master suite of the yacht where we will have our wedding.
“I love this.” He moves his hand over the tiny protrusion on my belly.
“I love that you’re finally eating.” He focuses on the tiny swell of my body.
“I adore every inch of you, but since I missed seeing you pregnant the first time, I sure hope I get to see you with a little more meat on your bones. I like a little flesh.” He nibbles at my neck and makes me gush, I am so ready for his cock when he finally gives it to me.
As soon as we are done with the quickie and my first almost public sex, I go to the bathroom.
Despite all of my concentrated effort, I cannot stop myself from throwing up.
I throw up so much I actually start to feel a little dizzy and Beckett comes in and holds my hair, looking stressed and concerned.
“Seasickness?” he asks. “Or morning sickness?”
“Would you be mad at me if I'm not sure?”
My period hadn't come again since that day when I bled so heavily.
The strange thing was, I didn't really bleed much after that.
I wasn't sure what postpartum was supposed to be like in regard to my fertility.
The next month, I had been so busy with everything I realize I hadn't had my period that month.
I guess I am about a month and ten to twelve days late; I am not really sure.
We take a ferry back to the island house. Mia and London are there with baby Rayne and it feels nice to be home.
“We bought the boat,” Beckett says with enthusiasm as he carries me inside. I am feeling better, but he wants to carry me. I think he is still worried about all I’d been through. After three days of throwing up every morning Beckett and I are pretty sure I am experiencing morning sickness.
“I’m taking you to an OB-GYN.”
“Okay. I have an IUD, so…”
“I don’t think you do,” he says softly. “I want to confirm this, but I’m pretty sure, with all of the rough treatment.
” He gives me an apologetic smile. “You may have lost it. You’d just had a baby, were recovering from trauma, and I haven’t been gentle.
I believe it fell out when you bled so badly.
And we’ve been pretty busy since then.” His smile warms.
“That makes more sense than it just not working.” I feel a warm wave of relief.
And Beckett, being the brilliant doctor that he is, is right.
The OB-GYN confirms that I had lost my IUD probably after vigorous sex and the bleeding would explain why.
What we also learn during that appointment is that I am about four weeks pregnant.
We have just purchased a yacht to have a wedding where I might be a very pregnant bride.
We are already married so it doesn't matter and I didn't mind the idea of being pregnant, because this time I could really enjoy it.
I wouldn't be alone suffering the fears I’d had with my first pregnancy.
Beckett picks me up and spins me around, his face beaming with happiness. “I knew it.” He kisses me and smiles. “I knew it.”
“You’re okay with this then?”
“Okay? I’m thrilled. Are you okay? You’re the one who is going to be carrying our baby.” Suddenly his expression shifts to sadness.
“I’m happy, Beckett. I’ve been happy. I love our family and little Rayne won’t be lonely. It’s the best news.”
“It is.” Beckett holds my hand and we leave the doctor’s office.
We decide not to tell anyone about the pregnancy for a little while. It is nice having a secret that is just for us. Pretty soon we will tell Mia and London that Rayne is going to be a big sister, but we hold on to the information for a while.
Omexadol has officially cured five patients' cancers to the point where there is not only no evidence of disease, but the damaged organs are showing healthy function.
This means that Omexadol does train cells to rejuvenate and fight off diseases.
It is the medical breakthrough of the century.
Because of this Beckett is nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.
“There is no way Carl can approach me now,” is the first thing Beckett says as he learns the news from the director of the hospital that nominated him.
“You’re being nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize and your first thought is of Carl. That’s sad, but this is so amazing. You are such an incredible human.” I am beyond proud of my brilliant husband.
“It’s funny, I uh… don’t feel like I deserve it. I’ve done really crappy things.” His expression falls. “I’m actually not an incredible human.”
“Have you killed anyone?” I’d wondered, but now I just want to face the truth, so I can support him with honesty.
“Never,” he whispers. “I’ve just healed murderers and I’m an asshole.”
“You’ve saved lives without discrimination.
You also survived an abusive childhood the best way you could, that would make anyone an asshole.
You are a loving husband,” I start to tear up at that.
“And a beautiful father. You are a good man, Beckett, the very best, and now you’ve created something that will heal the world. Acknowledge who you are.”
Beckett takes my face in his hands, tears welling in his eyes as he kisses my lips.
“Your husband, that’s who I am.”