Chapter 12

Author's Note: Warning, this chapter has some sexual content.

Nancy's POV

It had been about two and a half weeks since Freddy and I first went to Honolulu. We never did have sex ever since that first night. I thought that Freddy was either too scared to hurt me, or he was afraid that I would hurt myself. Either way, he had become way too overprotective of me.

It was about nine at night. I had just gotten out of the shower and into a black nightdress. Freddy kept taking glances at me, but kept focusing on something else when I looked back at him. "You don't have to just glance at me anymore, Freddy," I said. "I'm your wife now. You have the right to do whatever you want to me."

Freddy looked back at me. "I know I do," he said. "But I don't want anything like what happened two weeks ago to happen again."

"It won't happen again," I moaned. "We'll be more careful this time."

Freddy smiled at me. "I'm surprised you're making the first move this time."

I kissed Freddy and whispered, "The lady loves to make the first move."

Freddy kissed me back. After a few minutes of French kissing, Freddy pinned me to the bed again. But he didn't rip off my nightdress this time. He just stripped me of it as I removed his sweater. After about five minutes of stripping and kissing, Freddy was thrusting. Ten minuets later we just went into casual conversation.

"How do you think Rose is doing?" Freddy asked.

"I'm sure she's fine," I replied. "But it kind of worries me she hasn't introduced us to any boys."

"Oh don't be so sure of that," Freddy said as he grunted, moaned, and exhaled on my right shoulder. "She always keeps talking about this guy named Bill Ritter. It kind of worries me."

"You never seemed to worried about it before," I said.

Freddy was thrusting faster at this point. "I just wonder why she never talks to you about him."

"She's probably too shy about it I guess."

Freddy had soon climaxed and we were lying on the bed. "You didn't hit your head on the headboard or fall off," he said.

"Thank God for that," I muttered, again laying my head on his bare burned chest. I just fell asleep afterwards.

I then had the same nightmare about the kids again. I asked the kids who the father was when I found them. The children pointed up to a small stained glass window. I saw that Freddy was tied up. "Oh my God," was all I whispered. I tried to save Freddy, but Akki got in my way. She cut off Freddy's rope and he fell flat to the ground. "Freddy!" I cried. The dream then ended the same way it did the first two times before.

I woke up again and tears were pouring down my eyes. "What's wrong?" Freddy asked as he stood in front of me.

"I had that dream again. The kids say you're the father, and I found you tied up in front of the stain glass window in the church. Akki cut off your rope and you fell to the ground…" I kept crying after that. I snapped my eyes open in realization. I knew something wasn't right.

I was late. I started mouthing numbers to myself. I had gotten used to keeping track of my menstrual cycles, and I was quite skilled at it. Freddy then came into the bathroom as soon as I was done counting and asked, "Are these nightmares some sort of weird form of PMS?"

"Freddy, do you know that woman's 'magical time of month?'"

He raised his gloved hand to my face. "Don't even bring it up Nancy, that's discussing."

"But Freddy, my menstrual cycle is five days late."

"So you're a little late," Freddy said. "That doesn't mean anything."

"I'm never late Freddy! No female in the Thompson family is ever late!"

Freddy's eyes widened. I could tell he was thinking back on the first night of our honeymoon. He only said two words afterwards.

"Oh shit."