Three months later

"Why do women still bother to lust over you?" She asked as they walked down the street passing a woman who tried by every means to gain his attention.
"Why do men continue to drool over you?" He said as he turned to glare at one who was checking his wife out.
She sighed tiredly leaning into him as he took her hand chasing the cold away.
"Finally free," she murmured looking at his cast free hand.
He looked at her with a fond smile as they slowly came to a halt just as the car pulled up next to them.

"Thank you for the walk. I really needed that," she said once they were settled.
"My pleasure," he smiled as he watched her relaxed expression.
Heading back home he carried her out of the car, into the house, up to bed but was surprised when she didn't let him go when he put her down.
"I'm ready," she whispered as he deciphered the meaning behind her words.

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"Marcel," she whispered as he let out a low growl. "Marcel I need the bathroom," she said shaking him, well at least tried to as he opened his eyes.
"What's the matter?" He said in a sleepy voice.
"Bathroom," she said trying to get out of his grasp before he moved his legs and loosened his grip on her.
Chuckling he watched her rush towards their bathroom.

"I should start calling you "the flash" because the speed you used to run to the bathroom was unbelievable," he chuckled as she threw a pillow at him. "Now why do you have this on," he said tugging her robe. "I want to see perfection at its best," he said as the robe fell revealing the angry scar.
She gasped when his tongue connected with her skin, before she could protest. This time he was literally tasting her as he followed the trail of the scar his tongue tickling her.
"Marcel," she whispered.
"Hmmm," he responded lazily as he slowly took her on a journey worth remembering.

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Marcellus's POV

If I had know marriage was this blissful I would have asked the Lord to send Nyasha to me earlier than expected. Yes we had our disagreements but what marriage didn't. We always knew how to work out our differences and now as we waited in the doctors office for some test results I could see the fear etched in her features.

*My conscious kept nagging me for what I was doing to her.

"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Martinez, you are soon going to be parents," she said as Nyasha looked in my direction tears filling her eyes.
I am going to be a papa, I thought to myself as I stared at her my eyes roaming to her belly.
My excitement must have definitely taken her by surprise as she tensed in my arms when I lifted her up higher than expected. But she quickly relaxed as I spun her around laughing, crying, just plain happy, before I realized I might hurt her or the baby.

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"Are you alright?" He asked with a worried expression.
She smiled at his sudden change in demeanor.
"I am fine."
He took her hand listening to what the doctor had to say before leaving the office heading straight home.

"Thank you," he said.
"For what Marcel?"
"Everything."
"I should be thanking you," she said playing with her fingers. "You have shown and taught me how to love. Shown me the good man behind the monster everyone sees, which still baffles me though. Why is everyone so afraid of you?" She smiled as he looked away worried.

"Marcel what is the matter?"
"I just remember I have a meeting I need to attend to," he said flashing her a smile as he kissed her senseless leaving her stunned.

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"Have you told her yet?"
"No father," Marcel grumbled as he shoved his hands deep into his coat.
"She needs to know the truth. As it is I don't know how but your mother seems to all of a sudden approve of her," he said with a confused expression.
"Her innocence is still intact let me savor it for a little longer."
"You must tell her son, before blood spills. Before you start a family."
His expression gave it all away as his father cursed.

"She is expecting my grandchild?"
"Yes," he breathed out.
"More men will be added to her detail. No one will lay a finger on her," his father said with finality. "Not like last time with that little hit and run."
"Already done father," he said in a clipped tone as his old man revealed a smile of pride.
"Good. Your mother and I will visit you this evening," he smiled as Marcel gave a slight nod.

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"How are you my dear?" Helen smiled as Nyasha stared at her stunned.
"I...I..I'm fine thank you ma'am," she said looking at Marcel in question but he looked lost.
Making a quick exit after greeting her father in law, Marcel found her pacing in the kitchen looking beyond worried.
"Your mother is definitely up to something. What was that back there? Her being nice and friendly. I knew I shouldn't have opened my big mouth," she ranted stopping when she heard someone chuckle.

Looking up she found Helen standing by the entrance as Marcel tried to calm her down.
"Leave us son," she said.
"No, no, no, don't leave me with her," she pleaded as Marcel held her close. I will be by the door so don't worry. She won't do anything," he whispered kissing her nose then her lips.

"Allow me firstly to apologize for all I did. It was only after you said what you said that I realized the error of my ways. No one has ever had the guts to do what you did. For that I respect you, it shows how deeply you care for my son," she said taking a step towards her. "I want us to start afresh, I am not going to harm you in any way," she smiled referring their earlier runt.

Nyasha looked at her closely seeing only sincerity as she slowly stuck out her hand before being pulled into a hug.
"I'm glad my son picked you," she whispered as Nyasha slowly wound her arms around her.

Spending the evening together Nyasha observed the family as they slowly loosened up revealing to her their true characters, though ruthless there was a certain amount of love reflected in their actions.

"Take care of yourself my dear," Helen whispered as she said her goodbye her eyes dropping to her belly. "I have had two of my own, I know," she said making Nyasha smile.
"Goodnight ma'am."
"Please call me Helen."

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"Woman you are truly amazing," Alex said as he dished out some more food. "This food is making my tastebuds go crazy with excitement. Plus you got this lot to loosen up, whatever you are doing keep it up," he said before biting into the drumstick getting sauce all over his lips.
"Can you at least slow down," Nyasha reprimanded handing him a napkin just as Marcel walked up to them.
"Yes ma'am," he saluted walking away after grabbing more food.

"For a man always around food he sure seems to not be fazed by the sight of more," Nyasha chuckled as Marcel pulled her beside him.
"Have you had anything to eat?"
"Yes," she said avoiding his eyes thus telling him she was lying.
"Nyasha you need to eat," he growled.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me," she snapped catching him off guard. "I'll eat when I feel like it," she said spinning on her heel," leaving him lost and confused.

Marcellus's POV

"What did you do?" Ellen seethed as I watched Nyasha leave the room.
Everyone noticed this and by the glares I received from all the women I knew I had crossed the line somehow.
"I just asked her to have something to eat," I said more baffled than ever.
"How exactly did you say it?" My father enquired as a knowing smirk formed on his face.
"Knowing Marcel he must have said it harshly," Alex added as he smirked.

"If you do not return with your wife in the next ten minutes there will be trouble," Roberto warned in a casual manner. "We had this talk before," he said as I left the room grumbling like a child who had just been told to go to their room.

I found her curled up on the bed tears running down.
"No, no, no. Please don't cry," I whispered moving towards her only making her cry harder.
"I don't want to eat anything now," she said as I wiped away her tears.
"Okay. You can eat whatever time you want. I will not force you at all," I said softly.
"And I don't like your mean voice," she said making me smile as she pouted her lips.
"No mean voice, got it," I said. "Now can we at least go downstairs and have some fun. Jasmine is looking bored from all of mothers stories," I said making her smile as she nodded her head yes.

Relief washed over everyone's features as they saw us enter the room hand in hand.
"Are you okay Nyasha," Jasmine enquired pulling her away from me.
"I am alright. Just these darn hormones I guess," she added with a chuckle making everyone laugh.
Mother wanted a family get together hence this occasion.

I spotted her heading towards the kitchen as I excused myself following her.
"Need and help?" I asked closing the pantry door.
"Umm no, not really," she said having not noticed I had locked the door.

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"I forgot to apologize properly," he said as she turned around seeing the devilish smile he wore.
"I...I...you..can...apologize later," she said stepping back.
"But I want to apologize right now," he said just as her back came into contact with a cabinet.
"Now Marcel. Your sister will definitely come looking for me in a few minutes," she said as his hands lightly brushed over her skin before he held her waist.
"Do I look like I care," he said in a husky voice lifting her up placing her settling her on top of the cabinet.
"This is were we keep all the food, for goodness sake Marcel."
"Nyasha," he whispered as she looked at him in answer. "Do. I. Look. Like. I. Care," he said parting her legs as he inched towards her lips.
"You should," she whispered before he claimed her lips making her moan in pleasure. "I want more," she gasped as he removed her clothes giving her exactly more.

"I love you apologies sweetheart but next time not in the food storage room," she said as he helped her button up her shirt, more like her buttoning up and him doing the opposite.
"I love apologizing to you, anywhere," he smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair trying to straightening it.
"You smell of pure lust," she chided as he pulled her into his arms making him laugh.
"You bring it all out," he murmured kissing her neck.

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"Thank you for your services," Marcel said as he handed Malcolm the cheque. "I don't ever want to see you, matter of fact if you ever set foot in the country you are dead," he said in a cold tone. "We both know what my father is capable of, but I am much, much worse."

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