Author's Note below.
Part 1
Chapter 6
A wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of one's life. In my case, it was my doom. I knew that Christian and I were bound for life because of this baby but to have marriage added to that seemed to make it more complicated. Not only did we have solid responsibility to the baby but we also have responsibility with each other.
Guessing on the dress I wore this wedding wasn't planned at all. Mia seemed very disappointed because this was the sort of dress Ethan would pick. It was white, closed neck, long sleeved, and the color looked like it would fade anytime by now. Yes, I was wrapped around so tight by this wedding dress to conceal my stomach that dared to start showing its existence to the world.
"I am so glad that this whore is getting married to that boy otherwise things would've turned out dirtier,"
We were inside the church in a gloomy afternoon and it was just our families inside. People still don't know about this wedding and I knew that they're going to be shocked. Christian was the man of my dreams but to be his dream girl was way beyond people's imagination. I bet gossips would be lurking their way into the shadows.
Aside from the stressful feeling I had because of this, Mom just won't shut up. She kept on ranting horrible stuffs about me. Based on the amount of distance Christian gave, she's not allowed to be standing close to me; that's why she's by the door of the church and I near the aisle.
Mia couldn't take it anymore so she stood up and screamed, "Could you please drag your dirty mouth outside of this church? You're becoming so annoying!"
Mom rolled her eyes and continued fanning herself, "Wait until you become a mother and you have a disappointing daughter like her."
"Well, I'm sorry because I'm not a mother and I'm sorry because even though my daughter is gonna be the same situation as Ana, I'm not going to have a tantrum and call her malicious names! You're sick, Carla! You're really sick! How are you mad at Ana alone? Christian has a huge part on this too. Why no harsh feelings with him?!"
"Because Ana's the girl. She had bigger responsibilities in this. As a woman, you cannot lure a man to sin!"
Mia almost ran to rummage her like a bull but I stopped her. This wedding was unwanted and I wouldn't want it to be scandalous too.
"Let it go, Mia. She's not worth it."
Mia stomped her feet and sat on one of the long wooden chairs. Later, Dad arrived with Carrick and Christian. Well, look at the groom. He looked like he freshly got out of bed and he could use Jack Daniels for a friend. He was just as unenthusiastic as I was.
This wasn't the wedding I dreamed to have. I dreamed to walk down the aisle and my favourite song was in the background. There were five thousand guests and I was crying out of happiness. This was the total opposite as both of us looked like this was a funeral. What did I do to have a groom who didn't even iron his clothes?
I got pregnant, of course. This wasn't my baby's fault anyway. At the end of the day this child's going to have a complete family only that he's going to live in deceit thinking that his father loved his mother back. Despite everything, I knew this child's safe since Christian would never lay a hand on him.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Christian Trevelyan-Grey and Anastasia Rose Steele . . ." My father was blank faced the entire time. How could you live your life doing nothing when your daughter's being verbally harassed by her mother? How could you easily hand over your daughter for marriage just because she got pregnant? I feel betrayed.
"It's time for you to say your vows. Christian?"
He didn't even bother to look at me. He stood frozen like a statue. Grace and Carrick called out his name a few times but it seemed like he was deaf.
"Ana?" Dad asked me instead.
I simply stated, "Christian, I vow to do my best to be your wife. I hope you will do the same with me and our son."
"You may now kiss the bride," Ray announced and Christian robotically cupped both sides of my cheeks and pressed his cold lips against mine. It was a stiff kiss as none of us closed our eyes. He pulled away and no eye contact was made. He was my mirror at this point. We were forced to do what we didn't want to do.
~S.A.~
Just to prove how things were organized well Carrick bought us a house of our own. It's like a cottage which coziness could lure you into sleep. The rain outside smelled like perfume and I could smell faint scent of coffee and lilies.
I was sitting on the sofa caressing my stomach while entertained by the pounding raindrops on the window pane. I was still dressed in my wedding gown but my thumb seemed so eager to rip off the ring from my third finger.
Someone sat beside me and my tears automatically poured down upon knowing it was Dad. He gave me a soft smile and I can sense that he was sorry for me.
"How can you do this, Dad? How can you just give my hand for marriage?"
"It's what your mother wanted, Ana and it's for the best as well. What option do you have? Run away? I am not letting you do that."
I rolled my eyes and asked, "Why, Dad? Why?"
"I am really sorry, my princess. I am so sorry."
"Can you tell me why you always loved mother more than you loved me?"
"That is not true, Ana. Everything I've done I've done it for you." He then revealed what shocked me most, "Carla isn't your mother, Ana."
I stood up immediately feeling goosebumps all over my body. My eyes widened and there were no tears any longer.
"The reason why Carrick and I became close friends is because my father was like him. It was worse, Ana. Your paternal grandfather was a drug dealer and he wasn't happy when I loved Sierra. We fell in love and we had you. She was killed but you weren't so I did my best to run away. We were everywhere, Ana. I was the man with a baby girl in his arms and we were hungry up until I met Carla."
I shook my head. This was all messed up.
"She taught me how to live a different lifeāto have a second chance. She taught me that a woman can still love me despite my roots. We lived comfortably and morally because of Carla and we owed her that."
With all that's happening, my head started spinning, "S-sierra?" That's the name that came out of my mouth freely. I shouted, "Why didn't you tell me?!"
Dad's silence spoke of a thousand words he'd been hiding. He broke at the mention of Sierra's name.
"Ray, what's going on here?" Christian came in and he could sense the tension.
"ANA!" Both men screamed as I lost my balance. If my eyes were still open then all they see was black.
~S.A.~
There were a million thoughts racing in my head. I saw nothing but a ceiling colored in white. I imagined it as paper and I'm writing down all my regrets.
I shouldn't have slept with Christian that night.
I should have run away from home and brought Dad with me.
I should have fought back when Carla would insult me.
I should have run away with this baby.
I should have believed in myself: that I could make it as a single mother.
Then all of the thoughts changed when I felt tender fingers trail along my stomach. I felt him kissed it carefully and said, "Please be okay, baby. Please be okay." It was Christian's voice talking to our baby and somehow I was back to being strong.
Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews and no, Christian will not be an abusive husband. The prologue has a deeper reason to it. It will be revealed soon. Sorry for the errors in my chapter, I barely have the time to write so if I have the time then I'll find someone to edit it. Also, this story is going to be longer since a lot of things are yet to happen.
One thing I can spoil?
Ana's going to involve into a very strong woman.
Please review.
Margo.
