This gets a bit M-rated, and I am sure there will be more so I will change the rating.
Together
Chapter 2
Christine picked at the lace on her knee length dress. It had a Peter Pan collar but was red. Christine hated wearing that color. Otherwise, the dress was very nice. Very proper to meet her future husband in. All she wanted was to be a nun. Serve God and the poor people in Chicago. Instead, she'd be married. She would be expected to have children, so she couldn't be a nun. Michael Slattery had a reputation and it wasn't a good one. His family was wealthier than Christine's and on the car ride over, Christine's mother reminded her of that.
"Whatever he asks or his family asks, you do. Your father's business depends on it." Marie Slattery told her. Christine's father had hired a driver and rented a town car to look more important.
"So, I'm going to be a prostitute now?" Christine asked.
"Oh, hush. You might grow to like it, but the important thing is, that when he asks; you give him whatever he wants. Whenever. I spent the first year of my marriage at your father's beck and call." Marie answered.
"So, what happened?" Christine asked.
"I got pregnant and he found someone else, just as your husband will, and you will be thankful for the house he provides you with, the children, and your bank account." Marie said as they pulled up to a large house. It was no mansion, but it was far nicer than what Christine was used to. "Here we are." Marie said. The driver let them out and gave Christine a sympathetic look.
A maid answered the door and took their sweaters, before leading them into an overly decorated sunroom. Two women, one older and one younger, and a man a little older than Christine stood to greet them. Christine made eye contact with him. He was certainly handsome. Reddish brown curls and bright blue eyes. He was taller and broader than any man Christine had ever seen. She was only five foot tall, so he'd be able to overpower her easily. He helped her into the chair and sat next to her.
"Michael! I warned you about the seating chart. It's not appropriate." The younger woman said.
"It's alright. They need to get to know each other. Young lady, I am Grandma Hannah. I am Mikey's father's old mother. This is Teresa, Mikey's mom, and the maid you meant is Alice. And Mike of course." Grandma Hannah explained. Christine already felt drawn to the woman.
"Thank you. This is my mom, Marie and of course, I'm Christine." Christine answered. Mike gave her a nod and had a protective arm around the back of the chair. The two mothers settled across from them and the food was brought in by Alice and a younger woman who looked at Christine awkwardly.
"While Michael is working, you will have some empty hours until you have children. What will you do?" Teresa Slattery asked as they began eating.
"Get a job. Do charity, maybe." Christine answered. Teresa immediately slammed her fork down.
"Charity is fine, but women in this family do not work, and I don't think they do in your family either." Teresa said.
"We'll find something for you to do." Mike assured her quietly.
"She'll have a baby. That'll occupy her." Marie answered.
"Christine, I work with a charity that goes into the NICU and volunteers hold the babies that don't have anyone. Would you be interested. It's better than raising money." Grandma Hannah said.
"I'd like that!" Christine said. Her mother shot her a warning glance.
"Shouldn't you ask your fiancé first?" Marie asked.
"Oh…I'm sorry." Christine answered awkwardly.
"it's fine. I just don't want you working with drug addicts and such. Babies and kids are fine." Mike answered.
"So, drug addicted babies are alright?" Teresa asked.
"They need held and loved on too. Alice, breakfast is delicious. Thank you." Grandma Hannah said. Alice nodded at her with a smile and left the room.
"After you get done eating, why don't you take her on a tour of the house and garden, Mikey?" Grandma Hannah suggested.
"Yes, ma'am." Mike answered. Christine was so nervous that she wasn't hungry and she nodded at Mike.
"They shouldn't be alone." Teresa lamented.
"It's 1997, not 1897. It's perfectly acceptable. I didn't need a chaperone when I was young. Mike and Christine don't either. Besides, if he did take her off in the corner and knock her up, we'll not know because they will be married in a few days." Grandma Hannah said.
"HANNAH!" Teresa exclaimed. Normally, it would embarrass Christine, but Grandma Hannah was funny.
"She'll be a virgin on our wedding night. Not after, though." Mike said as he stood up. He gave Christine his hand and helped her out of the seat.
"That was not appropriate at the breakfast table, Michael." Teresa said.
"Too bad." Mike said before leading Christine out of the room and up some stairs.
"Where are we going?" Christine asked.
"The attic. It's my favorite spot and you can see for miles." Mike answered. He had stopped pulling Christine by the hand and she walked alongside him, until they got to a narrow and steep staircase. "Go on. I won't look up your dress. I promise." Mike said.
"Okay." Christine agreed. She began climbing the stairs and when she looked back, Mike had averted his eyes. Once at the top, she walked into a room with books and a comfortable chair in the middle. "This is nice." Christine said once Mike joined her.
"Yeah. Thanks. I really wanted a minute alone with you. Wanted you to be clear on a few things." Mike said.
"Oh?" Christine asked.
"I don't agree with much that my family does. The only one I ever really talk to is Grammy. I work for my dad, but that's it. I want out but because of who my family is, my career choice might not happen. I've watched my dad be a terrible husband for years. I just want you to know, I won't be perfect, but I won't beat on you or screw around. I realize you had your own set of plans and marriage and having children will make it impossible. Just bear with me. I will make it worth your while." Mike promised.
"Have you ever…you know?" Christine asked.
"I have and I do have expectations but I'll help you." Mike said.
"It'll hurt?" Christine asked.
"May I?" Mike asked. She was sitting on the chair with her legs crossed. He knelt down in front of her and gave her a charming smile.
"Yes." Christine answered, not sure what she was giving permission for him to do. He had said she would be a virgin on their wedding night. He very gently pushed her legs apart with his hand and gave her a kiss on the lips.
"Tell me when to stop." Mike said before running a hand up her leg, well beyond the hem of her dress. She gasped when he touched her panties, but she also didn't stop him. The kisses felt great. Finally, Christine heard her name being yelled.
"We'd better stop before we get caught." Christine answered. She moaned in response to whatever Mike was doing. She couldn't tell because her dress was covering his head.
"Damn. Do you want me to stop?" Mike asked as he leaned back and away from her.
"No, I don't. Will I need to confess about this?" Christine asked.
"Nah. You're still a virgin." Mike said before kissing her and touching her left breast through her clothes.
"This will be embarrassing." Christine said. She smoothed her dress and followed Mike down the stairs, already wishing it was Saturday night. She might actually enjoy being married to Mike.