Chapter Two: Month One- What if we can't handle it?
It is the first month of my enslavement.
Fleur has been ruthless.
She's sick all the time, just like before, but this time she knows just how to get me to do things for her. I've cooked, and the smell of kippers made her gag. I've cleaned, and the bleach made her gag. I've sat quietly, and silence made her gag (or so she says). She's moody. She's always running off to the bathroom. Poor Victoire feels neglected. So do I.
Of course, all this time on my own, sitting silently in my chair, waiting for Fleur to tell me off, has given me an awful long time to think. It started with a comment Vic made.
"Da, why doesn't mummy want to play very much anymore?"
Suddenly, I couldn't help but wonder how we could do it. We struggled keeping Victoire occupied long enough. How would we be able to watch two kids, and still work? Fleur already stayed home with Vic, but if she has to watch this baby, then what will happen? Victoire needs attention, I have to work, and this baby will need Fleur.
It took one comment for me to doubt my happiness. One little comment and I began to wonder if we could handle it.
Fleur seemed to notice my distress and asked me about it later.
"Why are you so glum?" she asked. I smiled half-heartedly. I had hoped to avoid this. I thought of trying to change the subject, but Fleur's all for those heart-to-hearts, and she can weasel anything out of people: especially me.
"I just don't know how we'll do it." I sigh eventually.
"Do what?" she asked, a crease forming between her eyebrows.
"Be parents of two kids. I mean, we can barely handle Victoire sometimes. You'll have a baby on your hands, and I'll work most of the day…" I trailed off, worry showing on my face. Fleur smiled.
"I know ve can do eet, Bill. Mon cheri, you 'ave lots of fameelee to 'elp you, and Victoire is a big girl. She can 'elp, too." Fleur said, stroking his cheek happily. "And you know vat else?" she smiled.
"What?" Bill asked.
"I love you. No matter vat." Fleur smiled.
