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Chapter 36

Amelia was looking outside the window as the heavy rain fell onto the street with a menace. A thunder erupted somewhere nearby and she jumped.

"Jesus." She mumbled as she blinked trying to make out the figures that were passing by. She looked at the clock and sighed. He was late. But it was expected after such a flood. It seemed like the sky had opened in two those days. It had been raining for almost three days in a row.

As she was moving away from the window the door burst open, revealing a very much disheveled and wet barber. He shut the door with a growl and shook off his dripping jacket.

"Bugger this rain! You can't even walk. Mud is everywhere." He said as he threw the jacket on the floor and shook his hair.

"Let me get you a towel." She said as she walked to the closet and picked a white one from inside. She walked over to him and covered his head with it, trying to dry his hair.

"Good God, woman! I can't breathe!" he grunted as he removed his face from the towel.

"Sorry…" she said chuckling as she started working on the buttons of his also soaked vest. He dried his hair angrily with the towel and then allowed her to remove his vest and shirt.

"You didn't take an umbrella with you. I told you it would still be raining." She said as she took the towel and patted his chest to dry it before he got a drift.

"I hate those things…" he muttered as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes, and now you'll get sick."

"I will not get sick. I don't get sick." He said with his hands on his hips.

"Okay then." She said as she delivered a peck on his chest and then moved back to get him dry clothes. Sweeney's hand shot out and caught hers before he yanked her to him with a growl. His arms went around her and before she knew what hit her, his mouth was moving eagerly against hers. Her eyes closed but they snapped open when he started backing her to a nearby wall. She moved her head to the side, earning a sound of disapproval from him.

"Wait! What's the matter with you?" she asked as she pushed him slightly away and looked in his eyes.

"What?" he asked puzzled.

"This. Why are you doing this?" she asked pointing at him and her.

"I didn't know I needed permission." He said with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, you do when it's obvious that the only think you want is me opening my legs for you any time you feel like it." She said and he gaped at her.

"What? I thought you wanted this! We're together, aren't we?" he asked as he let go of her.

"Yes, we are but this is so unlike you. Before you didn't even kiss me goodnight and now…now you're all over me."

"And you don't like this because?" he asked angrily as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because we never talk! I mean there has to be a reason you do this." She said calmly and he pursed his lips.

"Why must there always be a reason for everything I do?" he asked and she sighed.

"Sweeney, don't get me wrong. I love you and you know it. I just don't understand why this show of affection appeared so suddenly." She said as she came closer to him.

"No reason. You once called me cold and now you have complaints?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I am not complaining. I just want more from you than just rolling around in the bed every time you feel like it." She whispered.

"That's what I'm trying to do, you silly woman!" he barked and she stared at him in confusion.

"You're trying to do what?"

"I…want to…God why you're asking these questions!" he said angrily.

"Because I want to know what caused this."

"Can't you guess?"

"No…I-…" she trailed off and he shook his head.

"What?" she asked and he smirked.

"I thought you knew it by now."

"Knew what?" she asked and he looked pointedly at her abdomen.

"You can't be serious!" she said in a high pitched voice and he chuckled at her frightful expression.

"I am. The past was all a mistake, pet. The child should have been here…and I know it's my fault." He said softly.

"It wasn't your fault." She muttered in a vain attempt to make him feel better.

"It was. You said it your self. You were a wreck because of me. If you were healthy the pregnancy would have gone just fine." He said as he looked at her.

"Maybe it was for the best. I mean I am certain you're not willing to raise a child with a woman…"

"With a woman that I what?" he asked annoyed.

"With a woman you just think you love." She finished and his expression turned furious.

"Think? With a woman I think I love? How blind are you? Didn't I say that I love you? Just because I don't' say it every day that doesn't mean that my feelings are going to disappear. You know it was difficult for me to feel anything after my wife died. How can you say that I don't mean my words?" he said furiously as he came closer to her.

Amelia stayed silent and looked away.

"Do you really want a child with me? Or are you going to change your mind if I ever get pregnant again?"

"I already told you." He said more calmly and she nodded defeated.

"Okay…I believe you." She whispered and a weight was lifted off his chest at her words.

He approached her and pulled her in his arms for a tight embrace.

"You're more stubborn than I am, pet." He mumbled as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head and tightened his hold on her.

"So…the only reason you keep making love with me is so we can have a child?" she asked teasingly and he grinned.

"No…I find you rather desirable lately…especially with the new pounds you've put on…" he murmured as his hand slid down her side. She laughed and placed a kiss on his neck.

"You're feeding me quite well." She said and he grunted.

"Am I? Tell that to Beth." He muttered with a grimace.

"God, leave the poor woman alone!" she said as she moved to look at him.

"I can't. I quite like pestering her. It's very entertaining seeing her all annoyed. Serves her right for annoying me." He said and she chuckled.

"You're so strange…I really don't know why…"

"It's better that you don't, pet. My…past is rather depressing and ugly." He said hoarsely.

"Oh…Will it make me hate you then? I mean if I know your past." She asked.

"Yes." He answered curtly.

"Then I don't want to know." She whispered as she leaned up to kiss his lips. He closed his eyes and let her hold him tightly.

Good for you, my sweet. Good for you… He whispered with relief in his mind as he caressed her hair.

End of chapter 36

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