You have completed the tour. Laura left with Molly, Grandpa met JJ and went away too, and you stayed with Mr. Andrews. There was an awkward silence between you. You glanced at Thomas several times, while the man looked around, sometimes nodding to passers-by. You remained silent, not knowing what to say. You didn't want to leave, leaving Thomas alone, but at the same time, the silence between you was killing you. It seemed that Mr. Andrews was a very sociable person, but now he seemed to have water in his mouth.
- Thank you Mr. Andrews. - you said. Thomas looked at you. - I was very interested today.
- Nice to hear Y/n. - the shipbuilder smiled softly. - But it seems to the rest it wasn't as interesting as you miss.
- I don't even know, sir. It seemed to me that Mrs. Brown was also very interesting to listen to you. Especially about the cuisine of the Titanic and what dishes are there. - you giggled.
- With the exception of her, of course. - Thomas chuckled.
- More sir...
- Yes?
- Forgive me, sir. I did the sum in my head and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned, forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard. - Thomas listened carefully.
- About half. Y/n, you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits...which can take an extra row of boats inside this one. But it was thought, by some...the deck would look too cluttered. So, I was overruled. - Thomas let out a chuckle. And I was in the minority.
- This is terrible. You know more about your ship than this "someone", so you figured that for such a huge vessel you need more boats.
- Sleep soundly, young Y/n. I have build you a good ship, strong and true.
- Of course sir. I believe you.
- Thank you, Y/n.
You haven't seen Henry all daylight hours. Your mother took you with her all the time. Margaret once tried to help you, but all in vain. Laura never left your side.
You constantly wanted to slip away, but out of respect for your grandfather, you had to stand.
A few hours later, you met Harold, but unfortunately Laura didn't let you see him. You didn't understand why she didn't let you talk to the officer. You are not going to marry him, but just to talk, and not listen to all this nonsense about Laura and the upcoming wedding. It seemed to you that she didn't mind your communication with Lowe.
So the rest of the day you walked around irritated. Everything strained you, you were offended that even with the only friend on the ship, not counting Margaret, you were not allowed to talk.
Time 21:30 p.m.
You were sitting at the table with the ladies. All the men who were sitting at the same table with you a minute ago got up and left you, going to the smoking room.
You ran your finger along the crystal rim of the glass, immersed in your thoughts. Some kind of apathy is covered for you... You were disappointed with today. It seemed to you that he passed in vain. Not counting the tour with Mr. Andrews of course.
- Laura.
- Yes? - the mother looked up at Lucy. The woman nodded in your direction. Laura turned to look at you.
- What about our girl?
- What's with her?
- She's not herself. She's so quiet today. Yes, even before that. Y/n stopped talking. Ithink it's all after meeting your future fiancé.
- Everything is fine, Lucy. It can't be all about Henry. - Laura shook her head. - She's always like that. She has such pens when she remembers her father. Though that might be because I didn't let her go out with one officer.
- I don't think so.
- Indeed, Laura. - Molly supported her.
- Let's close the topic. We haven't decided who will wear what to my wedding yet. - mother began again. - You know, I want my wedding to take place in pastel colors, for example, mint.
- Oh my God. - Brown rolled her eyes.
You left the room. Slightly lifting the edges of your dress to make it comfortable to walk, you went to the officers' quarters. You slowly walked along the corridors of the ship. "So, now to the right," you recalled the route. Finally, the cherished doors appeared in your field of vision. You went to the right door and knocked. There was no answer. You knocked again. This time, too, no one answered.
- Mr. Wilde? - slowly unlocking the door, you called. "Open. Strange" flashed through your mind.
You entered Wilde's cabin. Walking over to the bed, you sat down on it, examining it again. You didn't get to see it last time.
- Pretty. - you got up and walked over to his desk. You took some papers in your hands. - What is it? Well, Mr. Wilde's handwriting is neat and beautiful. Oh, what is this? - you took another piece of paper from the officer's desk.
- It doesn't matter. - you heard a voice behind you, and a kiss on the neck immediately followed.
- Mr. Wilde? - you turned around. The man was standing in front of you. A cold breeze emanated from him, causing goosebumps to run through his body. It was evident from him that he was tired from duty. - When did you come? I mean, I'm sorry, I went in without asking. Just...
- Y/n, you can come in here whenever you want and as much as you want. My cabin means yours...
- Oh, that's good to hear.
- I'm so tired Y/n. - leaning to your lips, the officer said. - I just want you.
- So take it. - pulling him to you, you answered him.
The man caressed your breasts. It was not customary to feel the cold hands of a man when before they were hot. Every time you arched your back as soon as Wilde's hands went over it. The officer was kissing your belly as he slid down. You stopped him when you felt his lips on your p*ssy.
- Mr. Wilde, what are you doing?
- I want to show you what caresses every man should give to his woman. So baby spread your legs wide - going down below asked Henry.
"What? His woman? His? Henry called me his?" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Do I really belong to him now?" the thoughts in my head were confused, every time the officer's tongue went to you.
- Mr. Wilde... - you whined. - Henry...
Harold Low.
The man left the officers' mess with Lightoller. The men continued to laugh and discuss the joke Moody made at the table. Both officers turned into the corridor of their quarters. They didn't reach their doors, stopping at the door of the Chief Officer.
- Someone seems to be having fun. - Lowe spoke up.
- Come on. Have pity on the old man, he is over 40, what did you expect from him? - Charles chuckled as he heard moans coming from the cabin.
- I don't know. He just seems to have a fiancee.
- The bride is not the wife, boy. Maybe she doesn't satisfy him. - Light laughed at his own joke.
- Who knows. - Harold shrugged.
- Okay, Lowe, go get some sleep, it won't be superfluous. - approaching his door, ordered the Second Officer.
- Okay. - looking again at the door of the Elder, Harold went to his room.
A few minutes later.
You climbed down from Henry, settling next to him. The man threw a blanket over your naked body. You lay down and regained your breath.
- You are amazing as always Y/n.
- Thanks Mr. Wilde.
- I heard you called me by my first name.
- I accidentally, it leapt out of my mouth. - hugging a man you confessed.
- I want you to call me by my first name Y/n. We are not strangers to each other. - Henry said while stroking your hair. - You belong to me Y/n. You are mine and only.
You belong to me Y/n.
You are mine.
Mine.
Every word echoed in your head. A smile stretched across your face. The officer noticed this, because of which he also couldn't help smiling.
The man you love so much called you his own. What could be even better? You think this is the first piece of news that really made you happy in recent years. After the death of your father, nothing pleased you like the words of an officer now.
But your joy didn't last long, because you remembered that this man would soon marry your mother and it was painful to realize.
- Y/n. - after a short pause, Wilde spoke up.
- Yes?
- When the ship docks... - The Chief Officer took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. - I'll put a ring on your finger...
- What?
- We're getting married Y/n. - rising on his elbows, said Henry. You ran your hand over his cheek, not believing your ears. Wilde smiled as he kissed the inside of your palm.
- But what about my family? What will grandpa say? What about mom?
- In time, they will come to terms with it anyway and accept you. Everything will be fine. Until then, we will live together. We will travel the world as you dreamed. You will be with me all the time.
- You must be joking? If so, it's not funny Henry.
- No, I'm serious.
- I can't believe what I'm hearing.
- I want you to be my wife Y/n and we had lots of kids. So that we live happily ever after.
- Henry...
- I love you Y/n.
- What?
- I said that I love you. Now sleep well Y/n. - kissing you on the forehead, Wilde whispered. You looked at the man, then rolled over onto your other side, laying on your back to Henry. The officer just chuckled, pulling you closer to him.
You felt the warmth that emanated from Wilde's body. You immediately felt comfortable. You are enjoying the moment, did not notice how you fell asleep.