Authors Note- I know I have a few things to explain, well more than a few.
I will explain a few things in a moment. But before that I must warn you
that NOT to expect updates to be put up as early as this one. I have spent
the entire day with this. The only reason it is up so quickly is because I
am on holiday and have nothing else to do. Anyone who has read my earlier
stories will know that I take my time to update chapters and that reviews
are a great because they urge me to type faster and more.
Now to explain a few 'teeny tiny' things =
Marron and Trunks had never met before until Ben's christening in the last chapter.
Trunks is, like in all stories, a non-committing man and a business tycoon.
Bra and Goten are married with a newborn baby boy, Ben.
The town-center [in the village Bra, Goten and Marron live in] is a small business place for tradesmen.
Marron rents her 'shop space' from Goten, who obviously owns it.
6.) NOBODY'S parents will be mentioned in the entire story, except Ben's parents, [Bra and Goten]
And now my lovely Reviewers-
Kawaiisempai – Thank you a million for the long review. I just love reading reviews and reading exactly what you thought of it. It tells me what I can and should improve. Thank you for stating that the characters seemed deep and meaningful. With most of my other stories I start of well but then they seem to drift off. I'll let you on a little secret, I have the next few chapters already written out on paper, it just needs to be typed up. So now you know that I am actually planning, unlike my other stories.
Carmen- You wanted to read more of this story well here is the next chapter. [I just love stating the obvious ^_^ ]
Starry-Eyes888- Thank you for your lovely comment about my writing.
funky mujnky – Chapter number two is here for all to read, so enjoy and don't forget to leave a review. ^_~
Legolas Luver – Well I've updated and I hope the little points at the top helped you out and have made 'unlost'. If not then feel free to ask any question related to why you may be lost and I will try my best to answer it well.
Thank you my adorable reviewers. This chapter is dedicated to you wonderful people. ^_^
*Passes virtual cookies to wonderful reviewers*
Chapter Number – 1.1
First Month- The pregnancy will not have been confirmed yet, but many women, however, feel pregnant without knowing quite why.
Marron didn't need the test to confirm what her body was already telling her. What, in her mind, she already knew, had known from the moment when the early-morning sun had turned the world gold in a moment of pure magic.
She had known even before that.
She'd known how it would be in that first second when Trunks had turned and watched her approaching him. Known that this was the man she'd been waiting for. That this was the moment.
Afterwards, Trunks had held her, and although he'd said nothing she had known that he, too, had felt something way beyond his expectations of a casual encounter with a woman he'd made it clear that he was making no promises to see ever again. But she'd looked into his cerulean-blue eyes and seen something beyond the moment. She had seen fear, too.
He was afraid of this. Not just of giving, but receiving love.
She smiled as she waited, remembering. He had given generously. Far more than he'd intended to. Now, maybe, she'd have to convince him that it was enough. Which might be difficult... For both of them.
She glanced impatiently at her watch. Despite her certainty, she'd left her assistant to close up the shop and rushed home, impatient for chemical proof, to be reassured that hope and imagination weren't simply working overtime.
And now it was taking all her will-power not to star at the little plastic wand, willing the blue line to appear and make it official.
The time waiting for the result of the test seemed far longer than the two weeks since Trunks had left her bed. Said goodbye with a kiss that had somehow lingered and, in that golden dawn, had deepened and erupted into something else entirely before he'd dragged himself back to reality and raced away to catch a plane without so much as a 'I'll call you' or 'I'll see you' to suggest he'd be back. She'd expected nothing else. Not from Trunks.
He had warned her. He did not pretend.
Lying alone in the warm nest of her bed, listening as he'd moved swiftly through the cottage, snapped the door shut behind him as if to convince himself of the finality of his departure, he's sped away from her, she had wondered what made him so afraid.
Wondered what had happened in the past to send him racing away from the warmth of a woman's arms, even when he'd plainly longed to stay.
Cross with herself for standing there, waiting for the test to develop, she put the wand down on the edge of the bath. She didn't need it. She had better things to do.
She opened the door to the small front bedroom she'd been using as an office. Her hand briefly touched her waist. She'd be working from home more in the future; she'd need her little office.
The other spare room was stacked with stock from her shop. Boxes of handmade soaps, scented candles, essential oils. She'd have to rent more space from Goten, she decided as she looked about her, run her mail-order business from the craft center.
She'd have to totally reorganize the shop, too. It was time to promote Vicki, give her more responsibility, and take on someone else part-time. She was going to need help. A lot more help. A sudden tremor of doubt shivered through her. Suppose she couldn't cope on her own?
For a moment her hand touched her waist. No, not on her own. Never again on her own. Her baby might be no bigger than a match-head, there might be nothing yet for the world to see, but inside her something amazing was happening. Already her baby had a backbone, a primitive heart...
The low afternoon sun was shining in through a window that overlooked the rear garden. Yes, this would make a perfect nursery. She could see it already... had the colors picked out in her mind.
And she stopped being cool and serious and totally in control and rushed back to the bathroom.
Yes!
Her hand was shaking as she snatched up the tester. A blue line. Did it mean it was a boy? No, no. Stupid. Of it wasn't a boy. She was going to have a girl. She and Trunks were going to have a baby girl.
Her legs suddenly went wobbly and she clutched at the sink and lowered herself onto the edge of the bath.
She was pregnant.
It wasn't just a feeling anymore; it was something she 'knew'. It was a fact. Not just some airy notion that couldn't, shouldn't be true. Trunks wasn't a man to take risks. But that last time something extraordinary had happened and neither of them had thought of anything but a deep and desperate need to be held, to be loved. Without limitation, reservation, conditions attached.
And now there was a baby, his baby, their baby, growing inside her. A life begun. A totally, seriously truth.
A smile forced its way across her face, erupting into disbelieving laugh that faded as quickly as it had come.
Falling in love with Trunks Briefs had not been a good move. Head-over- heels-at-first-sight falling in love was never a good idea, especially not with a man who'd made a point of explaining his attitude towards commitment before he had stepped into her threshold.
But it had been too late then.
She'd tried. She'd known it was pointless, but she'd made an effort and really tried. After that first moment when their hands had touched and their gazes had locked and all kinds of incredible sensations had made concentration on anything else very, very difficult, she'd kept her distance. Kept the length of the room between them. She'd sensed that he was doing the same thing, unnerved by the certainty that their fates were inextricable linked.
Yet they had both arrived at the door at the same times, ready to leave. If they had planned it, it couldn't have been better timed.
The only comfort was that he didn't know she was in love with him. Men distrusted that kind of emotional bull. Not that he'd have believed her anyway. Id she'd used the 'L' word, Trunks would have panicked, and become certain that she'd cling. If she weren't very careful, he'd see the baby was an attempt to entrap him.
Marron laid the flat of her palm against her stomach. No. He never must feel that. If he came back it must be because he wanted to. Because nothing would stop him.
She knew he would try to stay away.
He'd found it too difficult to leave her not to recognize the danger. He'd driven away from her cottage as if the hounds of hell were on his tail. Which was, she decided, promising. It suggested certain unease, a fear saying he 'didn't do commitment' would be enough.He;HHHuihfviuvr
He was mistaken. It would be. If he wanted it that way. It was his decision.
She'd have to tell him about the baby, though. Before he heard it from someone else. She had three or maybe four months' grace, but after that it would be difficult to hide the fact that she was pregnant, and Goten had seen them leave together, had been aware of the tension between them.
His parting 'Take care' had been loaded with apprehension... As if he would have protected each of them from the other, but had sensed the attempt futile.
But once Goten knew about the baby it wouldn't put a strain on his powers of deduction to put two and two together and come up with the date of Ben's christening.
The phone began to ring and she let the thought go. She had plenty of time before she had to worry about Trunks' reaction to fatherhood. He was in America, would be gone for weeks. He'd stressed that. As if he needed to reinforce the message. So, she had ages to work out the best way to break the news to him.
Just for the moment it was here secret, and she planned to keep it that way.
Then, as she headed for the door, she realized she was still holding the plastic spill. Even as her hand moved towards the waste-bin she discovered she was totally incapable of throwing away the precious evidence of her baby's existence. Instead she placed it into a little glass jar which she placed upon the bathroom windowsill and then she withdrew to deal with her call.
Now to explain a few 'teeny tiny' things =
Marron and Trunks had never met before until Ben's christening in the last chapter.
Trunks is, like in all stories, a non-committing man and a business tycoon.
Bra and Goten are married with a newborn baby boy, Ben.
The town-center [in the village Bra, Goten and Marron live in] is a small business place for tradesmen.
Marron rents her 'shop space' from Goten, who obviously owns it.
6.) NOBODY'S parents will be mentioned in the entire story, except Ben's parents, [Bra and Goten]
And now my lovely Reviewers-
Kawaiisempai – Thank you a million for the long review. I just love reading reviews and reading exactly what you thought of it. It tells me what I can and should improve. Thank you for stating that the characters seemed deep and meaningful. With most of my other stories I start of well but then they seem to drift off. I'll let you on a little secret, I have the next few chapters already written out on paper, it just needs to be typed up. So now you know that I am actually planning, unlike my other stories.
Carmen- You wanted to read more of this story well here is the next chapter. [I just love stating the obvious ^_^ ]
Starry-Eyes888- Thank you for your lovely comment about my writing.
funky mujnky – Chapter number two is here for all to read, so enjoy and don't forget to leave a review. ^_~
Legolas Luver – Well I've updated and I hope the little points at the top helped you out and have made 'unlost'. If not then feel free to ask any question related to why you may be lost and I will try my best to answer it well.
Thank you my adorable reviewers. This chapter is dedicated to you wonderful people. ^_^
*Passes virtual cookies to wonderful reviewers*
Chapter Number – 1.1
First Month- The pregnancy will not have been confirmed yet, but many women, however, feel pregnant without knowing quite why.
Marron didn't need the test to confirm what her body was already telling her. What, in her mind, she already knew, had known from the moment when the early-morning sun had turned the world gold in a moment of pure magic.
She had known even before that.
She'd known how it would be in that first second when Trunks had turned and watched her approaching him. Known that this was the man she'd been waiting for. That this was the moment.
Afterwards, Trunks had held her, and although he'd said nothing she had known that he, too, had felt something way beyond his expectations of a casual encounter with a woman he'd made it clear that he was making no promises to see ever again. But she'd looked into his cerulean-blue eyes and seen something beyond the moment. She had seen fear, too.
He was afraid of this. Not just of giving, but receiving love.
She smiled as she waited, remembering. He had given generously. Far more than he'd intended to. Now, maybe, she'd have to convince him that it was enough. Which might be difficult... For both of them.
She glanced impatiently at her watch. Despite her certainty, she'd left her assistant to close up the shop and rushed home, impatient for chemical proof, to be reassured that hope and imagination weren't simply working overtime.
And now it was taking all her will-power not to star at the little plastic wand, willing the blue line to appear and make it official.
The time waiting for the result of the test seemed far longer than the two weeks since Trunks had left her bed. Said goodbye with a kiss that had somehow lingered and, in that golden dawn, had deepened and erupted into something else entirely before he'd dragged himself back to reality and raced away to catch a plane without so much as a 'I'll call you' or 'I'll see you' to suggest he'd be back. She'd expected nothing else. Not from Trunks.
He had warned her. He did not pretend.
Lying alone in the warm nest of her bed, listening as he'd moved swiftly through the cottage, snapped the door shut behind him as if to convince himself of the finality of his departure, he's sped away from her, she had wondered what made him so afraid.
Wondered what had happened in the past to send him racing away from the warmth of a woman's arms, even when he'd plainly longed to stay.
Cross with herself for standing there, waiting for the test to develop, she put the wand down on the edge of the bath. She didn't need it. She had better things to do.
She opened the door to the small front bedroom she'd been using as an office. Her hand briefly touched her waist. She'd be working from home more in the future; she'd need her little office.
The other spare room was stacked with stock from her shop. Boxes of handmade soaps, scented candles, essential oils. She'd have to rent more space from Goten, she decided as she looked about her, run her mail-order business from the craft center.
She'd have to totally reorganize the shop, too. It was time to promote Vicki, give her more responsibility, and take on someone else part-time. She was going to need help. A lot more help. A sudden tremor of doubt shivered through her. Suppose she couldn't cope on her own?
For a moment her hand touched her waist. No, not on her own. Never again on her own. Her baby might be no bigger than a match-head, there might be nothing yet for the world to see, but inside her something amazing was happening. Already her baby had a backbone, a primitive heart...
The low afternoon sun was shining in through a window that overlooked the rear garden. Yes, this would make a perfect nursery. She could see it already... had the colors picked out in her mind.
And she stopped being cool and serious and totally in control and rushed back to the bathroom.
Yes!
Her hand was shaking as she snatched up the tester. A blue line. Did it mean it was a boy? No, no. Stupid. Of it wasn't a boy. She was going to have a girl. She and Trunks were going to have a baby girl.
Her legs suddenly went wobbly and she clutched at the sink and lowered herself onto the edge of the bath.
She was pregnant.
It wasn't just a feeling anymore; it was something she 'knew'. It was a fact. Not just some airy notion that couldn't, shouldn't be true. Trunks wasn't a man to take risks. But that last time something extraordinary had happened and neither of them had thought of anything but a deep and desperate need to be held, to be loved. Without limitation, reservation, conditions attached.
And now there was a baby, his baby, their baby, growing inside her. A life begun. A totally, seriously truth.
A smile forced its way across her face, erupting into disbelieving laugh that faded as quickly as it had come.
Falling in love with Trunks Briefs had not been a good move. Head-over- heels-at-first-sight falling in love was never a good idea, especially not with a man who'd made a point of explaining his attitude towards commitment before he had stepped into her threshold.
But it had been too late then.
She'd tried. She'd known it was pointless, but she'd made an effort and really tried. After that first moment when their hands had touched and their gazes had locked and all kinds of incredible sensations had made concentration on anything else very, very difficult, she'd kept her distance. Kept the length of the room between them. She'd sensed that he was doing the same thing, unnerved by the certainty that their fates were inextricable linked.
Yet they had both arrived at the door at the same times, ready to leave. If they had planned it, it couldn't have been better timed.
The only comfort was that he didn't know she was in love with him. Men distrusted that kind of emotional bull. Not that he'd have believed her anyway. Id she'd used the 'L' word, Trunks would have panicked, and become certain that she'd cling. If she weren't very careful, he'd see the baby was an attempt to entrap him.
Marron laid the flat of her palm against her stomach. No. He never must feel that. If he came back it must be because he wanted to. Because nothing would stop him.
She knew he would try to stay away.
He'd found it too difficult to leave her not to recognize the danger. He'd driven away from her cottage as if the hounds of hell were on his tail. Which was, she decided, promising. It suggested certain unease, a fear saying he 'didn't do commitment' would be enough.He;HHHuihfviuvr
He was mistaken. It would be. If he wanted it that way. It was his decision.
She'd have to tell him about the baby, though. Before he heard it from someone else. She had three or maybe four months' grace, but after that it would be difficult to hide the fact that she was pregnant, and Goten had seen them leave together, had been aware of the tension between them.
His parting 'Take care' had been loaded with apprehension... As if he would have protected each of them from the other, but had sensed the attempt futile.
But once Goten knew about the baby it wouldn't put a strain on his powers of deduction to put two and two together and come up with the date of Ben's christening.
The phone began to ring and she let the thought go. She had plenty of time before she had to worry about Trunks' reaction to fatherhood. He was in America, would be gone for weeks. He'd stressed that. As if he needed to reinforce the message. So, she had ages to work out the best way to break the news to him.
Just for the moment it was here secret, and she planned to keep it that way.
Then, as she headed for the door, she realized she was still holding the plastic spill. Even as her hand moved towards the waste-bin she discovered she was totally incapable of throwing away the precious evidence of her baby's existence. Instead she placed it into a little glass jar which she placed upon the bathroom windowsill and then she withdrew to deal with her call.