Dear boys acting like a dick won't makes yours any bigger ________________________

01/23/2016

EMILY

Startled from my sanctuary of serenity. The garden. By the devil himself. Our eyes met, my palms began to sweat, every color drained from my face. I imagined how I became as white as snow.

I felt as though my heat would burst. The baby! He's going to realize I am pregnant. Oh my god.

My husband stood before me just as beautiful as the wedding. A wolf in sheep clothing I dear say. He looked at me and showed no signs of who I was.

He had on black as usual. Just like his mood it would seem. His blue eyes still had the coldness but soften when he saw how terrified I was of him. He almost seemed human.

He asked me if I was lost. Lost I was indeed. Lost for the words. Here I was before him this was my chance to curse him. To slap him. To vent all my hidden anger. Instead the words died in my mind. It didn't even make its way to my lips. I simply nodded.

My husband had no clue who I was. He had absolutely no idea what I looked like. But how would he. I had often watched him from my window whenever he was leaving.

Caught glances of him when I read in the library. But never did our  eyes meet.

He then asked if I was mute it took all my might to not burst out in a fit of laughter. He then ushered me to Mrs Witty and ran to her.

My heart was beating profoundly against my chest. My encounter with that brut left me shook.

Later that day as Mrs Witty and I had tea. She kept smiling at me.

"Something the matter" I asked raising a brow

"Oh nothing. You saw Luke today?" She looked at me suggestively. Where was she heading with this.

"Yes. The arrogance of him. Would you believe he thought I was mute"

"Cant say I blame him. You didn't speak" she smirked and left.
~~

I sat by the fire in the living room alone reading. Becoming Jane by Jane Austin. The tears started to form in my eyes. Jane and Tom didn't end up together. They did not get married. Instead they loved each other but couldn't be together. It's rather sad.

"Are you alright" he asked. Luke! I wiped my tears. He tried to touched me as if comforting me. I withdrew quickly. Once again I was at a lost for words.

He started to question me about who I was related to. I lied with a nod indicating that I was a family member with myself.

As if the conversation could not get anymore awkward on my part. Luke got angry when he thought my "husband" did not want our baby.

Hypocrite. Here he was cursing him self. Idiot. I should be on the floor doubling over with laughter. But deep inside I was shocked than amused. Luke actually care about something. The way he spoke it was clear he was fond of children.

I looked him in the face. His hair was tousled. Bed hair. Lipstick smeared him lips.. LIPSTICK! No doubt whoring about. He had been out putting his lips gods knows where.

I couldn't take his rantings anymore and so I fled upstairs.
~~

The next morning I listened for him to leave before heading downstairs. I was in no mood to have another encounter this early in the morning.

Mrs Witty had already informed me of the gathering later. His work colleagues. I couldn't help but think how much they could stand to be in the company of a cold man such as Luke. Perhaps he was different with them. Or perhaps they were the same.

I head downstairs to have breakfast when I heard a knock. I was frightened at first thinking it would be my husband. But that cocky bastard would have waltz right in. He owned the place. So who was it.

I opened the door to two extremely handsome strangers.

I could tell they were Luke's parents.

I bowed.

They started to laugh.

"Dear girl. No need for formalities. We are family now" it was Mr Rochester who spoke.

He was dirty blond and chiseled face. His face was cleaned shaved. Blue eyes.He stood about 5'11 and Mrs Rochester about 5'8. Her skin was olive, high cheeks and very full lips. Brown hair. They were simply beautiful. I could see where Luke got his good looks from.

His mother wore a red grown and his father in grey.

"Well aren't you a pretty thing" Mrs Rochester said to me. I smiled in reply and ushered them inside.

"I was just about to eat breakfast would you like to join me?"

"Of course. That's if there will be any left for us. Eating for two aren't you" Mrs Rochester nudged me.

I blushed.

"Grand-babies  I want lots of them" Mr Rochester said giving me a wink.

As we sat down Mrs Witty came and greeted them like they were old friends.

She then left to do her daily work.

Just the three of us.

"Is our Luke treating you well? Must be excited about the baby?" His mother asked. Brows raised up. With a hint of mischief.

"He treats me like the queen of England. He can hardly wait to meet the baby" I lied through my teeth. I couldn't bring myself to tell them what a beast their son really was.

There was a very uncomfortable silence that Mr Rochester broke.

"You really don't have to lie to us about our son. We are his parents. We know what his like" A frown formed his brow as he continued
"I know of his rakish behavior" he cleared his throat looking extremely uncomfortable.

I looked everywhere except his eyes. He was making me uncomfortable.

"I made him a deal you see. I offered the one thing he really wanted. My company in exchange for him to get married"

"Being married doesn't necessarily mean one stays faithful" I whispered under my breath.

"Quite true my dear. But tell us the truth how is Luke treating you" his mother sympathized with me.

I told them everything. Except the wedding night and the fact that he was still living his scandalous life.

I told them of our runs in that led him to believe I couldn't speak. He had no idea about the baby or what I looked like.

After I was finished I saw both their faces turned into a smirk. I knitted my brows confused.

"So my dear it would seem that our Luke thinks of this beautiful Gem to be a rock" Mr Rochester looked over to his wife mischievously.

"It seems a lesson is in order" she smirked right back...

After we finish breakfast we went to Luke's study. They sat me down and held my hands.

"Now I want to listen carefully. This is what you're going to do..."

And so Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt as Mr & Mrs Rochester!

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