Planting The Seed The Story of Malcolm
Author : K. Sepsey
Email : fadedrosepetals@yahoo.com
Websites : faded rose petals | The Doll House : VC Andrews
Intro : This is a VC Andrews fanfic, all characters are copyright to her and her trust.
I make no claims on them. I was just inspired to write and this is what came about.
Many Spoilers for the Dollanganger series!!!



Chapter Four Our Day in the Sun

The day of our wedding was beautiful. The sky was such a deep blue, filled with nothing but perfect wisps of clouds. I woke early and began preparations for the day, I ran about making sure the food was made to perfection, the musicians knew the pieces I wished to be played, the flowers were fresh and colorful. I took a peek at Lauren in her beautiful gown. She wore the same one she wore to our dinner party, only she had a train attached and a matching veil. She caught me looking and motioned for me to enter.
"I don't believe in that silly tradition. I want you to see me before everyone else does. Well, darling, what do you think?" She twirled around with her arms outstretched. She giggled with happiness. I reached out and took her hand. I scanned her eyes and let them look deep into mine.
"Beautiful, you look beautiful." I whispered to her. I leaned forward and kissed her softly at first then more and more passionately. She stepped back and held my face in her hands.
"Now, Malcolm, when I stand up there and say I do, I want you to know, I would have signed an agreement to never seek any money from you in the case of a divorce. Just to prove to you, what I'm really after... You." She tapped my nose lightly as she said this. I nodded and I believed her. I knew in my heart that she wouldn't leave and I knew she wasn't after my money.
"I know, but I'm not going to ask you to do that. I love and trust you. I will never doubt you, never." I kissed her tiny nose and left her to finish getting ready for our special day.
I waited anxiously as the guests began to arrive. My friends could see the joy in my eyes and they were genuinely happy for me. I shook their hands eagerly and they patted me on the back. They handed me wrapped gifts to set in the pile. The pile grew higher and higher, until we had to start another stack in the next room.
As the time for Lauren to come down the stairs and walk down the aisle drew near, my heart began to pound and I began to worry that this was all a dream and I would soon wake up and realize my life was empty of love. I squirmed at the altar and shifted nervously. Just waiting to wake up. But then I saw her. She walked gracefully down the flower filled aisle and smiled at me. I sighed in relief. She was here, we were really together and now we would be forever. I clutched our matching wedding rings in my pocket and felt all the panic flood away. She stepped forward and took my hand. All the minister said faded away, all I saw was her perfect smooth face, and her smiling blue eyes. She seemed to feel the same way for she clung to my hand, to make sure she was really standing next to me.
"Malcolm……….. Malcolm?" The minister asked me in a whisper.
"What, oh yes, yes." I took out the rings and I slipped it on her small finger. She stared into my eyes the whole time. I did the same as she put the ring on my finger. We said our "I dos" and kissed, we lost ourselves in that kiss. Everyone around us faded away, the applause drowned out. Finally we both had found happiness. And we held onto that with our strongest grips, both unwilling to let it go.

I carried her up to our swan bedroom; she laughed at my traditions. But I did it anyway. She stroked my hair and gazed upon me in wonder, like she couldn't believe we were here. I kissed her tenderly to let her know that we were here, together and happy.
"You've made me the happiest I could ever hope to be. And I never want that to end. Never." I said in a soft voice and I laid her down on the bed and she began to undress. I waited for her to finish and she stood before me. I gazed upon her perfect body and brought her to my lap. I held her close; stroking her breast and feeling myself grow hard. I picked her up and we moved back to the bed. I slipped in between her legs and we rocked slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her eyes were full of love and desire. Our lovemaking was the best it ever was that night. And at its end we curled up in each other's arms, glad to be there, glad to be where we were both safe and wanted. I kissed her long golden locks and let my fingers run through it. She moaned in her sleep and I held her tighter, trying to convince myself that this was going to last. It was, it had to, it just had to...

The next morning, we woke to a cloudy sky and slight rain. I stared out at the coming storm, while Lauren slept on. I stood up and went to the balcony doors. I slowly opened them and stepped out into the rain. I looked up at the sky and welcomed the rain. I let it drench my body.
"I'm happy, dear Lord, don't take it away." I turned to go back inside and saw Lauren lying there peacefully. Her chest rising and falling with every breath. After showering and dressing, I decided to make her a grand breakfast. I ran downstairs and set about making her the most glorious meal she had ever seen. I was halfway through preparing the meal when I heard a maid scream. I ran toward the scream. I met her in the hallway, she was crying hysterically.
"What? What is it?" I demanded impatiently. She only shook more and pointed toward the swan bedroom. My breath caught in my throat and I slowly walked through the doorway. Lauren was lying in bed, but her eyes were open wide and glassy. So glassy. I stepped toward her and saw the blood forming in between her thighs. I screamed the most hideous scream that rang through the Virginia hills. I fell to my knees and started trembling with my sobs.
"Nooooo!" I shouted at the ceiling. I ran to her and picked her up in my arms. I rushed her out to our pond and laid her down at the bank. I snuggled in beside her and held her close, my tears kept coming. I couldn't make them stop. I cried and cried and finally I fell asleep holding her.

The police found me holding her. They tore her away from me, I shouted, and demanded to go with her. The officer just shook his head and led me back to my house. I would find out later that she had many problems with her health since the illegal abortion. She had suffered many symptoms but chose to deny it. But I didn't blame her, I blamed that monster of a stepfather. I entered my house, my big lonely house. I sat in the swan bedroom for days until I finally realized what this was. God had punished me. I was living in sin and he wanted me to know what happens to those who stray from the path. I shook my head and cried new tears. Only these weren't for me and my pain, they were for Lauren. I had sinned and she had suffered. I killed her, not some infection. I did it! God was punishing me. Oh God! Why?

[rest of the chapters and the epilogue are separate]


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