A/N: Ryan is not the addition of Ryan Stiles, as some of you who know me
might think. The name is indeed what it says it is.
Death Cannot Stop True Love
Westley's Departure
Westley sat in his chair, starring down at his newborn baby boy. He was wealthy from his earnings as a pirate, and had hired a midwife to nurse the child and lend a hand to Buttercup. Buttercup was upstairs, resting from her long, complicated labor.
Westley had decided to name the child Ryan after the man he inherited the title of Dread Pirate Roberts from. Ryan was born with pale blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea after the storm. He pictured all of the things he would be doing with his son. He himself didn't have a father, since he was orphaned and sent to live on Buttercup's farm at an early age. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the wailing child in his arms.
"What did I do?" asked Westley.
"You didn't do anything. The child's hungry." She answered.
"Oh," he said aloud. He realized he didn't have much experience with children. "I have a lot to learn, I think."
"You'll get used to it by the fifth or sixth babe." The midwife assured him. Westley's eyebrows rose.
"Fifth or sixth?" he asked. "I don't think I can handle one!"
The midwife chuckled merrily. "Patience, sir," she told him. She was a merry thing. Her name was Anna. She was plump, jovial, and always in high spirits. Westley was glad they had hired her.
"Westley," Buttercup quavered. She was weak and needed help finishing the last few steps of stairs. Westley flew to her side. He slowly led her down the stairs and helped her sit in a stuffed chair.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Weak and still in pain," Buttercup admitted.
"Well, you still look absolutely gorgeous." Westley told her. He wasn't lying either. Childbirth hadn't had much of an effect on her figure. Simply an amazing creature, he thought to himself.
"Have you decided on a name?" Buttercup asked.
"Ryan," Westley cooed. He looked at his son, nestled safely in the arms of the midwife.
Buttercup made no objection. Instead, she fell asleep. Westley smirked and kissed her forehead. Soon after, there was a knock at the door. He went to answer it.
"Hello," a young man began. "I'm looking for a man named Westley."
"You've found him." Westley replied.
"I'm a crew member of the ship "Revenge." The Dread Pirate Roberts is in a stitch and requires your assistance." The young man told him.
"Is that right?" Westley began to form his sarcastic smile on his lips. "Come in."
"Westley, who's there?" Buttercup came around the corner. The young man took the initiative.
"Jastus, my lady," He took her hand and kissed it, never allowing his gaze to break from her eyes. Buttercup's cheeks flushed at this gesture.
Westley cleared his throat, loudly. "Without further adieu, can you please clarify the nature of this visit?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
"Certainly," Jastus replied, dropping Buttercup's hand. She hastily left the room. "The Florinese invaded our ship. During the process, they ended up killing the captain's best friend, the giant. Before he went to seek revenge, he told me if he shan't return within a fortnight to seek your assistance. Thus explained, here I stand."
"And he wants me to save him from Prince Humperdink?" Westley asked.
"Naturally, and its KING Humperdink," Jastus scoffed. Westley didn't like his attitude.
"Well, whatever his title, he's still the spineless weasel he always has been and always will be," Westley said in a hushed voice that spoke volumes. Jastus drew back a little. "Now, if you'll wait outside, I have to speak to my wife." He watched Jastus go out through the door way.
Westley rounded the corner and ran into Buttercup. She had been listening the whole time.
"Oh, so I don't need to explain," Westley commented.
"Please don't go, Westley," Buttercup grabbed Westley's shirt worriedly. "There's just something strange about that man."
"Relax, I've dealt with men 100 times worse than he could ever dream," Westley assured her. "I'll be back before you realize that I'm gone."
"But what if you get killed? It was years before I saw you the last time you left me." Buttercup began to cry.
"And when we were together on the floor of that ravine after so many years, do you remember those words I spoke into your ear?" asked Westley in a tone so warm and gentle, one could wrap in it and sleep with it on a cold winter's night.
Buttercup nodded tearfully.
"Then you need not worry. As long as you remember them, they will remain true." He told her. Buttercup went and retrieved his sword from the table in the den. They engaged in a passionate embrace before Westley walked through the door, stepping in smooth confidence.
Death Cannot Stop True Love
Westley's Departure
Westley sat in his chair, starring down at his newborn baby boy. He was wealthy from his earnings as a pirate, and had hired a midwife to nurse the child and lend a hand to Buttercup. Buttercup was upstairs, resting from her long, complicated labor.
Westley had decided to name the child Ryan after the man he inherited the title of Dread Pirate Roberts from. Ryan was born with pale blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea after the storm. He pictured all of the things he would be doing with his son. He himself didn't have a father, since he was orphaned and sent to live on Buttercup's farm at an early age. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the wailing child in his arms.
"What did I do?" asked Westley.
"You didn't do anything. The child's hungry." She answered.
"Oh," he said aloud. He realized he didn't have much experience with children. "I have a lot to learn, I think."
"You'll get used to it by the fifth or sixth babe." The midwife assured him. Westley's eyebrows rose.
"Fifth or sixth?" he asked. "I don't think I can handle one!"
The midwife chuckled merrily. "Patience, sir," she told him. She was a merry thing. Her name was Anna. She was plump, jovial, and always in high spirits. Westley was glad they had hired her.
"Westley," Buttercup quavered. She was weak and needed help finishing the last few steps of stairs. Westley flew to her side. He slowly led her down the stairs and helped her sit in a stuffed chair.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Weak and still in pain," Buttercup admitted.
"Well, you still look absolutely gorgeous." Westley told her. He wasn't lying either. Childbirth hadn't had much of an effect on her figure. Simply an amazing creature, he thought to himself.
"Have you decided on a name?" Buttercup asked.
"Ryan," Westley cooed. He looked at his son, nestled safely in the arms of the midwife.
Buttercup made no objection. Instead, she fell asleep. Westley smirked and kissed her forehead. Soon after, there was a knock at the door. He went to answer it.
"Hello," a young man began. "I'm looking for a man named Westley."
"You've found him." Westley replied.
"I'm a crew member of the ship "Revenge." The Dread Pirate Roberts is in a stitch and requires your assistance." The young man told him.
"Is that right?" Westley began to form his sarcastic smile on his lips. "Come in."
"Westley, who's there?" Buttercup came around the corner. The young man took the initiative.
"Jastus, my lady," He took her hand and kissed it, never allowing his gaze to break from her eyes. Buttercup's cheeks flushed at this gesture.
Westley cleared his throat, loudly. "Without further adieu, can you please clarify the nature of this visit?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
"Certainly," Jastus replied, dropping Buttercup's hand. She hastily left the room. "The Florinese invaded our ship. During the process, they ended up killing the captain's best friend, the giant. Before he went to seek revenge, he told me if he shan't return within a fortnight to seek your assistance. Thus explained, here I stand."
"And he wants me to save him from Prince Humperdink?" Westley asked.
"Naturally, and its KING Humperdink," Jastus scoffed. Westley didn't like his attitude.
"Well, whatever his title, he's still the spineless weasel he always has been and always will be," Westley said in a hushed voice that spoke volumes. Jastus drew back a little. "Now, if you'll wait outside, I have to speak to my wife." He watched Jastus go out through the door way.
Westley rounded the corner and ran into Buttercup. She had been listening the whole time.
"Oh, so I don't need to explain," Westley commented.
"Please don't go, Westley," Buttercup grabbed Westley's shirt worriedly. "There's just something strange about that man."
"Relax, I've dealt with men 100 times worse than he could ever dream," Westley assured her. "I'll be back before you realize that I'm gone."
"But what if you get killed? It was years before I saw you the last time you left me." Buttercup began to cry.
"And when we were together on the floor of that ravine after so many years, do you remember those words I spoke into your ear?" asked Westley in a tone so warm and gentle, one could wrap in it and sleep with it on a cold winter's night.
Buttercup nodded tearfully.
"Then you need not worry. As long as you remember them, they will remain true." He told her. Buttercup went and retrieved his sword from the table in the den. They engaged in a passionate embrace before Westley walked through the door, stepping in smooth confidence.