Hi again, would like to thank Mr. Zarbok for answering my question. Also
would like to say I hope I haven't lost any of the people who have read my
story so far. I would be really sad if I let any of you down. So with that
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The last three days had passed with minimal drama. The only problem was the longer Isabel stayed in bed the crankier she became. It had been building for a couple of days, so Wesker wasn't surprised when she finally snapped. Wesker had just brought lunch into Isabel, when Chris had walked through the door.
"Hey Izzy, I thought we'd play some cards." He said with a smile on his face.
Isabel glared at him before she spoke.
"I have a given name. I don't know why you can't remember it. Of course given I spend all my time picking up after you, I guess remembering my name would be too much to ask."
Chris, taken by surprise had started to apologize, but Isabel cut him off.
"Don't bother apologizing until you can remember my name. Until that time you need to get the hell out of my sight." She had finished still, glaring at him.
Wesker had been shocked to see the woman he loved act that way with no provocation. It wasn't like Isabel to do something like that and she needed to be told it was unacceptable. Redfield was just trying to cheer her up. The only problem was Chris didn't look like he was going to say anything, just stand there in a stupor.
"Redfield, I need to speak to Isabel alone." Wesker said putting down the tray he still held.
Chris didn't reply to either of them. He just turned around and walked out the door. He hadn't meant to upset Isabel. Chris knew Isabel wasn't fond of his nickname for her, but she had never told him exactly how much she disliked it. If he had known, he would never have kept calling her that.
Isabel knew she shouldn't have spoken to Chris like that, but she really didn't care at this point. She just wanted to get out of this damn bed. Looking at Albert as Chris left the room, she could tell he was upset with her. Isabel didn't really care about that either, until he spoke.
"Isabel Marie Landen, that was uncalled for and mean. He was just coming in to cheer you up. I'm the reason your in this bed, if you want to be angry at someone be angry with me."
Isabel never had anyone scold her like that before. Her mother had been extremely patient with her and because of that Isabel never caused any real trouble. Right now she felt as though she'd let Albert down by her behavior.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things." Isabel said not able to meet his gaze.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. They have accepted you as one of their own, when by all rights they shouldn't have. As much as I hate to say it you owe Redfield and apology." Wesker replied picking up the tray and putting it in front of her.
"Will you have Chris come in here, so I can say I'm sorry?" Isabel said finally lifting her head to look at him.
Wesker was surprised she had changed her attitude so fast. He had halfway expected a fight from Isabel. She just sat there picking at her food, which wasn't a good sign. It meant Isabel was upset about him scolding her. Spending the last week with Isabel, Wesker learned how to read her, of course it wasn't hard.
"I'll have him come in after your done eating. Then I want you to take a nap." Wesker said sitting down next to her on the bed.
After a few more minutes of picking at her food Isabel turned to speak to him.
"You are going to be a great father. You already have that full name thing down."
Wesker couldn't help but laugh at her statement.
"I think it will take a lot more than that to be a good father." He replied still smiling.
"You'll get the rest of it in time." She said kissing him on the cheek.
When Isabel finished eating, Wesker took her tray to the kitchen and went in search of Chris. He found him sitting outside on the porch swing watching the snow fall. As Wesker approached him, Chris looked in his direction.
"I guess you're here to threaten me for upsetting Isabel." Chris stated before Wesker could speak.
"No, I'm here because Isabel would like to speak to you. As for upsetting her, she's been getting touchier by the day. It was just a matter of time before something like this happened."
Chris followed Wesker back to Isabel's room in silence. He still couldn't believe Wesker was here, or that he had a very pregnant woman in one of their spare bedrooms. Chris had always thought that, should he and Wesker meet again, one of them would end up dead. Here they where though brought together by a woman that until six months ago neither one of them had met. Chris still hated his former captain for his betrayal and all the innocent lives lost, but he could see a difference in him, at least when it came to Isabel.
Walking into the bedroom Chris saw that Isabel was in the exact same spot she'd been in when he left.
"Chris I need to say I'm sorry. I over reacted this afternoon. I'm just tired of being in here and the whole Izzy thing was the last straw." Isabel said before Chris could say anything.
"You should have told me the whole Izzy thing bothered you so much, I would have stopped." Chris replied going over to sit next to her on the bed.
"Next time something really bugs me, I'll let you know." She said smiling.
"Well ma'am since this is your first offense we'll let you off with a warning." Chris said in his best cop impression.
"So are you ready to play some cards?"
"I can't, I have to take a nap now." Isabel stated rolling her eyes and motioning to Wesker.
"Well then I better leave you to it. I wouldn't want HIM mad at me," Chris replied chuckling. "Have a good sleep."
Isabel waited until Chris left the room before she started to rearrange the pillows so she could lie down.
"You're really going to make me take another nap?" She asked turning on her side to face Wesker.
Walking over to the bed and laying down next to her so that they were face to face, he spoke.
"Look at it this way, your making up in advance for all the sleep we're going to miss once the baby's born."
"Hmm, that sounds nice." She replied closing her eyes and smiling.
"No sleep sounds nice?" He asked raising an eyebrow, slightly amused.
"No, our baby in my arms sounds nice." Isabel replied not opening her eyes.
Wesker watched Isabel silently until he was sure she was asleep. While she was sleeping he decided it was safe enough to get some fresh air. Truth be told, Wesker felt like pulling his hair out. He'd never been so bored in his life, but he couldn't leave Isabel's side for any length of time. Isabel was stubborn enough to try to get up and do something. Wesker was beginning to hope Chambers cleared her in the next day or two. This inactivity was beginning to grate on his nerves. As he turned to go back inside the house, he heard the shower come on in Isabel's bathroom. Damn her, he thought as he made a bee line for the room.
Isabel lay in bed trying to sleep, when she felt Albert get off the bed and heard him leave the room. She had really tried to sleep, but just wasn't tired so sitting up Isabel tried to decide what to do, then it hit her, maybe if she took a hot shower she would feel better.
Isabel knew Albert wouldn't be happy about it but she figured with any luck she could be back in bed before he came back. Waiting a few more seconds to make sure it was safe Isabel got out of bed and went to start the shower. Doing so, she then went back into the bedroom to get a change of clothes out of the dresser. That's where Albert found her when he came through the bedroom door.
Wesker stood in the door frame using every ounce of control he had to keep his anger in check. When he was sure he could be within a few inches of Isabel without losing complete control of temper Wesker went over to where she stood, wide eyed by the dresser and silently picked her up. Going over to the bed he deposited her in it, before going back to the dresser to shut the still open drawer.
Isabel could tell Albert was well past the angry stage, he was furious. His silence was louder than any yell could be. She had never seen Albert this angry, not when she'd hit him at the facility, and not when he had threatened to take her back to HCF. Isabel just wished he'd yell at her or threaten her, anything but this silence.
"Aren't you going to talk to me?" She asked in a hushed voice.
Wesker still had his back towards Isabel. At the sound of her voice, he tightened his hold on the top of the dresser, trying to control himself.
"Why? You don't listen to me." He answered giving the dresser a shove.
It wasn't a hard shove by his standards, but none the less it sent the dresser sliding into the wall that separated the bath and bedroom. Hitting the wall it teetered for a moment before toppling over face first, with a loud bang.
When the dresser hit the floor Isabel jumped. As Wesker turned around to look at her, she sank as far back into the pillows as she could, totally terrified by the man she loved.
"Do you realize that every time you disobey Rebecca or me that you put yourself and our child in danger?" He asked walking back towards the bed.
"Albert, I just..." She started, placing her hand on his arm.
"Don't," He said pulling his arm away, seeing tears start to form in her eyes he added, "Tears won't work this time either."
Wesker knew he had to leave before he said something that really hurt her. As he went to the door Wesker heard the shower still running and his anger surged again. Turning around to look at Isabel, he couldn't help himself as he said.
"Do what ever the hell you want, if you don't care, why should I?" And with that he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Everyone in the house heard a loud bang come from Isabel's room and the door slam a few minutes later. Chris was the first one on the scene. Not bothering to knock, he opened Isabel's door to find her sitting on the bed crying. Noticing the overturned dresser, he was about to ask what happened, when everyone else arrived, pushing their way in.
"What the hell happened in here?" Leon asked concern in his voice when he saw the dresser on the floor.
"I'll tell you what happened, Wesker happened. He and I are going to have a little talk." Chris answered before Isabel could speak.
"Chris, you need to calm down and get both sides before you could go off half cocked." Jill said putting her hand on his shoulder, to stop him.
"What did happen in here?" She then asked turning back to Isabel.
Isabel couldn't answer her, all she could do is bury her face in her hands and cry harder. She had felt fine the past few days, back to her normal self. Isabel hadn't thought a simple shower would do her any harm. She knew Albert wouldn't be happy about her sneaking out of bed, but she hadn't thought he would react the way he had.
Everyone was concentrating on Isabel and the state of the room so much, that no one except Rebecca picked up that the shower was running.
"I think I know what happened." Rebecca spoke up, walking over to Isabel.
"Well would someone, please explain it to me." Chris said becoming irritated.
Chris didn't know what was going on, but he was beginning to feel like a chump. He had actually thought Wesker might be changing. It was apparent he hadn't changed a bit. Still bullying and throwing his weight around. Chris could tell Isabel had been frightened by what had happened. He was going to kick Wesker's ass once things got settled in here.
Still looking at Isabel Rebecca began to speak.
"You tried to get out of bed to take a shower, while he wasn't in the room didn't you?"
Isabel, still not able to speak nodded her head yes.
"He came in and caught you didn't he?" Rebecca asked again.
Again Isabel shook her head yes.
"Damn it Isabel!" Chris scolded.
"Christopher Redfield, that's enough." Claire stated shooting him a disapproving look.
Claire knew that Chris was just saying what they all were thinking, but Isabel was upset enough as it was. She didn't need to feel as if they were attacking her. Claire felt as if out of all of them she understood how Isabel felt. Isabel had told her yesterday that she felt like her old self again. Claire knew that if she felt that way it would be hard to keep her in bed.
"Isabel, do you realize that, you and the baby are the only things Wesker has ever cared about, other than himself. Wesker is right about you being in bed and you know it. Hell if I were in his place I would have reacted the same way." Carlos spoke up from the back of the group.
Carlos liked Isabel, almost from the moment he met her. She'd been honest and up front from the beginning and didn't pull any punches Isabel told you exactly what she thought. It had been easy to identify with her, because when he had arrived here with Jill, Carlos had been an outsider also. Chris didn't trust him because he once worked for Umbrella, and he was sure it didn't' help that Chris was in love with Jill and saw him as competition. If it hadn't been for Leon and Jill, he probably would have left. Leon being a bit of an outsider himself had accepted him more easily than the rest and of course Jill trusted him after everything they went through.
"Do you understand that your pushing Wesker farther than anyone else possibly could? If someone else tried what you pulled it would be them on the floor instead of the dresser. Leon stated walking over to stand next to Rebecca by the bed.
Isabel had helped bring Claire back to him and for that he was eternally grateful, but he agreed with Wesker on this one. He also realized that if what he, Rebecca and Wesker talked about the other day was true, then it must have been terrifying for her in here. Leon didn't know what else to say, he was an honest person and he didn't like hiding the information they'd found from her. Leon thought that if Isabel knew about her father, then she would see where Wesker was coming from, but he'd promised so he remained silent.
"I think I need to be alone right now." Isabel said finally finding her voice.
Everyone seemed to be taking Albert's side. Didn't they realize she hadn't meant for any of this to happen. Isabel wasn't trying to hurt herself or her child. She would never do that. They were treating her as some kind of criminal for wanting to take a shower. Albert had said he wouldn't leave her, that he would always be there and she didn't doubt that for an instant. He would always be there for his child, but Isabel was afraid she'd pushed him to far this time.
"Hey Carlos, help me with this thing, it weighs a damn ton." Chris said trying to lift the dresser back into place.
"Gee Chris, if Wesker can knock it over that easily, you shouldn't need any help picking it up." Carlos replied smiling, but went over to help him anyway.
It took both men to get the piece of furniture on its feet again.
"How the hell did he do that?" Carlos asked walking out the bedroom door when they were done.
"You think that's something, I hit the guy with a metal pipe once, he blocked it with his arm and bent the pipe." Isabel heard Chris say as he followed Carlos out the door closing it behind him.
Isabel sat in bed for sometime trying to figure out what to do next. She didn't want to be around people who would think she would purposely put her child in danger. Looking around the room, Isabel saw Albert's car keys on the night stand and knew what she had to do. She was going to leave. Isabel had a few good friends once, and even though it would seem weird, her showing up on their door, she was sure they would put her up for a few days. That would give her time to figure what to do next. Getting out of bed and tying her hair back, Isabel began to change her clothes. When she was finished dressing she went into the bathroom to turn off the shower that everyone had seemed to have forgotten. Walking back into the bedroom Isabel began to empty the drawers of the now battered dresser. Setting everything on the bed she realized she didn't have anything to put her clothes in. It almost stopped Isabel until she remembered Albert's duffle bag. Going over to the closet, she found the bag stashed on the floor at the very back of it. Picking up the bag, Isabel realized that there were still clothes in it. Walking over to the bed she dumped the contents of the bag on it. Isabel then started to pack her things, halfway through the process she heard her door open.
"I'm leaving. I'm going to take Albert's car. I have friends that will put me up for a few days. I can't stay here any longer." She said, focused on her task and not looking up.
"I believe that would be considered grand theft." Wesker said from the doorway.
Isabel didn't look at him she just continued packing.
"If you're going to beat up anymore furniture, I suggest you start with the night stand. I don't think the dresser could handle anymore." She said walking toward the bathroom to retrieve the items she left in there.
Wesker intercepted her before she could get to the door.
"Will you stop a minute? I have something to tell you." He said placing his hands on her shoulder and turning her to face him.
"Why? I don't listen." She shot back.
"So you're going to use my own words against me."
"I thought it was only fitting."
"Let me say what I have to. After I'm done, if you still want to leave, I'll give you my car keys and enough money to cover all of your expenses until the baby's born. Will you listen to me now?"
Isabel couldn't believe it. Albert would let her leave without a fight. That broke her heart more than the thought of leaving did.
"Take off the sunglasses and I'll listen." She said with a sigh.
Wesker didn't hesitate in removing his sunglasses. When he walked in the room he hadn't expected to find Isabel packing. He wasn't sure what he had expected to find, but that wasn't it. The last thing Wesker wanted to do was let her leave, but if that was the only way to get Isabel to listen, he would make good on his promise.
"Will you please sit down, before I start?" Wesker asked still not wanting her on her feet too long.
Isabel silently walked over to the bed and sat down. It was taking everything in her to keep her face emotionless, but she was succeeding.
"What do you want to say?" She asked in the most neutral tone she could muster.
"I know that you only wanted to take a shower. I also know you feel back to your old self, but what would have happened if you had another dizzy spell while you were in there? It's slippery and there is nothing to hold on to. You could fall and seriously hurt yourself and the baby." The intense concern in his voice almost brought her to tears.
"I hadn't thought about it that way." She replied finally looking up into his eyes.
"I know you didn't. You're more concerned about everyone else's well being than your own." Wesker said, kneeling down so that he was at eye level with her.
"That's one of the reasons I love you so much. I ache at the thought something might happen to you. You are my better half. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone.
Looking into her beautiful green eyes, he realized there was one more thing he needed to say.
"I would like you to be my wife."
Isabel sat there in disbelief as the words sunk in. Still not speaking she placed a hand on each side of his face and leaned forward to kiss him.
"So I guess that means your staying?" Wesker asked after the kiss ended.
"Yes." She answered looking into his unique eyes.
"Why don't we take that shower you wanted?" He asked standing up, and helping Isabel to her feet.
Smiling, Isabel silently followed him to the bathroom, for their shower.
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The last three days had passed with minimal drama. The only problem was the longer Isabel stayed in bed the crankier she became. It had been building for a couple of days, so Wesker wasn't surprised when she finally snapped. Wesker had just brought lunch into Isabel, when Chris had walked through the door.
"Hey Izzy, I thought we'd play some cards." He said with a smile on his face.
Isabel glared at him before she spoke.
"I have a given name. I don't know why you can't remember it. Of course given I spend all my time picking up after you, I guess remembering my name would be too much to ask."
Chris, taken by surprise had started to apologize, but Isabel cut him off.
"Don't bother apologizing until you can remember my name. Until that time you need to get the hell out of my sight." She had finished still, glaring at him.
Wesker had been shocked to see the woman he loved act that way with no provocation. It wasn't like Isabel to do something like that and she needed to be told it was unacceptable. Redfield was just trying to cheer her up. The only problem was Chris didn't look like he was going to say anything, just stand there in a stupor.
"Redfield, I need to speak to Isabel alone." Wesker said putting down the tray he still held.
Chris didn't reply to either of them. He just turned around and walked out the door. He hadn't meant to upset Isabel. Chris knew Isabel wasn't fond of his nickname for her, but she had never told him exactly how much she disliked it. If he had known, he would never have kept calling her that.
Isabel knew she shouldn't have spoken to Chris like that, but she really didn't care at this point. She just wanted to get out of this damn bed. Looking at Albert as Chris left the room, she could tell he was upset with her. Isabel didn't really care about that either, until he spoke.
"Isabel Marie Landen, that was uncalled for and mean. He was just coming in to cheer you up. I'm the reason your in this bed, if you want to be angry at someone be angry with me."
Isabel never had anyone scold her like that before. Her mother had been extremely patient with her and because of that Isabel never caused any real trouble. Right now she felt as though she'd let Albert down by her behavior.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things." Isabel said not able to meet his gaze.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. They have accepted you as one of their own, when by all rights they shouldn't have. As much as I hate to say it you owe Redfield and apology." Wesker replied picking up the tray and putting it in front of her.
"Will you have Chris come in here, so I can say I'm sorry?" Isabel said finally lifting her head to look at him.
Wesker was surprised she had changed her attitude so fast. He had halfway expected a fight from Isabel. She just sat there picking at her food, which wasn't a good sign. It meant Isabel was upset about him scolding her. Spending the last week with Isabel, Wesker learned how to read her, of course it wasn't hard.
"I'll have him come in after your done eating. Then I want you to take a nap." Wesker said sitting down next to her on the bed.
After a few more minutes of picking at her food Isabel turned to speak to him.
"You are going to be a great father. You already have that full name thing down."
Wesker couldn't help but laugh at her statement.
"I think it will take a lot more than that to be a good father." He replied still smiling.
"You'll get the rest of it in time." She said kissing him on the cheek.
When Isabel finished eating, Wesker took her tray to the kitchen and went in search of Chris. He found him sitting outside on the porch swing watching the snow fall. As Wesker approached him, Chris looked in his direction.
"I guess you're here to threaten me for upsetting Isabel." Chris stated before Wesker could speak.
"No, I'm here because Isabel would like to speak to you. As for upsetting her, she's been getting touchier by the day. It was just a matter of time before something like this happened."
Chris followed Wesker back to Isabel's room in silence. He still couldn't believe Wesker was here, or that he had a very pregnant woman in one of their spare bedrooms. Chris had always thought that, should he and Wesker meet again, one of them would end up dead. Here they where though brought together by a woman that until six months ago neither one of them had met. Chris still hated his former captain for his betrayal and all the innocent lives lost, but he could see a difference in him, at least when it came to Isabel.
Walking into the bedroom Chris saw that Isabel was in the exact same spot she'd been in when he left.
"Chris I need to say I'm sorry. I over reacted this afternoon. I'm just tired of being in here and the whole Izzy thing was the last straw." Isabel said before Chris could say anything.
"You should have told me the whole Izzy thing bothered you so much, I would have stopped." Chris replied going over to sit next to her on the bed.
"Next time something really bugs me, I'll let you know." She said smiling.
"Well ma'am since this is your first offense we'll let you off with a warning." Chris said in his best cop impression.
"So are you ready to play some cards?"
"I can't, I have to take a nap now." Isabel stated rolling her eyes and motioning to Wesker.
"Well then I better leave you to it. I wouldn't want HIM mad at me," Chris replied chuckling. "Have a good sleep."
Isabel waited until Chris left the room before she started to rearrange the pillows so she could lie down.
"You're really going to make me take another nap?" She asked turning on her side to face Wesker.
Walking over to the bed and laying down next to her so that they were face to face, he spoke.
"Look at it this way, your making up in advance for all the sleep we're going to miss once the baby's born."
"Hmm, that sounds nice." She replied closing her eyes and smiling.
"No sleep sounds nice?" He asked raising an eyebrow, slightly amused.
"No, our baby in my arms sounds nice." Isabel replied not opening her eyes.
Wesker watched Isabel silently until he was sure she was asleep. While she was sleeping he decided it was safe enough to get some fresh air. Truth be told, Wesker felt like pulling his hair out. He'd never been so bored in his life, but he couldn't leave Isabel's side for any length of time. Isabel was stubborn enough to try to get up and do something. Wesker was beginning to hope Chambers cleared her in the next day or two. This inactivity was beginning to grate on his nerves. As he turned to go back inside the house, he heard the shower come on in Isabel's bathroom. Damn her, he thought as he made a bee line for the room.
Isabel lay in bed trying to sleep, when she felt Albert get off the bed and heard him leave the room. She had really tried to sleep, but just wasn't tired so sitting up Isabel tried to decide what to do, then it hit her, maybe if she took a hot shower she would feel better.
Isabel knew Albert wouldn't be happy about it but she figured with any luck she could be back in bed before he came back. Waiting a few more seconds to make sure it was safe Isabel got out of bed and went to start the shower. Doing so, she then went back into the bedroom to get a change of clothes out of the dresser. That's where Albert found her when he came through the bedroom door.
Wesker stood in the door frame using every ounce of control he had to keep his anger in check. When he was sure he could be within a few inches of Isabel without losing complete control of temper Wesker went over to where she stood, wide eyed by the dresser and silently picked her up. Going over to the bed he deposited her in it, before going back to the dresser to shut the still open drawer.
Isabel could tell Albert was well past the angry stage, he was furious. His silence was louder than any yell could be. She had never seen Albert this angry, not when she'd hit him at the facility, and not when he had threatened to take her back to HCF. Isabel just wished he'd yell at her or threaten her, anything but this silence.
"Aren't you going to talk to me?" She asked in a hushed voice.
Wesker still had his back towards Isabel. At the sound of her voice, he tightened his hold on the top of the dresser, trying to control himself.
"Why? You don't listen to me." He answered giving the dresser a shove.
It wasn't a hard shove by his standards, but none the less it sent the dresser sliding into the wall that separated the bath and bedroom. Hitting the wall it teetered for a moment before toppling over face first, with a loud bang.
When the dresser hit the floor Isabel jumped. As Wesker turned around to look at her, she sank as far back into the pillows as she could, totally terrified by the man she loved.
"Do you realize that every time you disobey Rebecca or me that you put yourself and our child in danger?" He asked walking back towards the bed.
"Albert, I just..." She started, placing her hand on his arm.
"Don't," He said pulling his arm away, seeing tears start to form in her eyes he added, "Tears won't work this time either."
Wesker knew he had to leave before he said something that really hurt her. As he went to the door Wesker heard the shower still running and his anger surged again. Turning around to look at Isabel, he couldn't help himself as he said.
"Do what ever the hell you want, if you don't care, why should I?" And with that he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Everyone in the house heard a loud bang come from Isabel's room and the door slam a few minutes later. Chris was the first one on the scene. Not bothering to knock, he opened Isabel's door to find her sitting on the bed crying. Noticing the overturned dresser, he was about to ask what happened, when everyone else arrived, pushing their way in.
"What the hell happened in here?" Leon asked concern in his voice when he saw the dresser on the floor.
"I'll tell you what happened, Wesker happened. He and I are going to have a little talk." Chris answered before Isabel could speak.
"Chris, you need to calm down and get both sides before you could go off half cocked." Jill said putting her hand on his shoulder, to stop him.
"What did happen in here?" She then asked turning back to Isabel.
Isabel couldn't answer her, all she could do is bury her face in her hands and cry harder. She had felt fine the past few days, back to her normal self. Isabel hadn't thought a simple shower would do her any harm. She knew Albert wouldn't be happy about her sneaking out of bed, but she hadn't thought he would react the way he had.
Everyone was concentrating on Isabel and the state of the room so much, that no one except Rebecca picked up that the shower was running.
"I think I know what happened." Rebecca spoke up, walking over to Isabel.
"Well would someone, please explain it to me." Chris said becoming irritated.
Chris didn't know what was going on, but he was beginning to feel like a chump. He had actually thought Wesker might be changing. It was apparent he hadn't changed a bit. Still bullying and throwing his weight around. Chris could tell Isabel had been frightened by what had happened. He was going to kick Wesker's ass once things got settled in here.
Still looking at Isabel Rebecca began to speak.
"You tried to get out of bed to take a shower, while he wasn't in the room didn't you?"
Isabel, still not able to speak nodded her head yes.
"He came in and caught you didn't he?" Rebecca asked again.
Again Isabel shook her head yes.
"Damn it Isabel!" Chris scolded.
"Christopher Redfield, that's enough." Claire stated shooting him a disapproving look.
Claire knew that Chris was just saying what they all were thinking, but Isabel was upset enough as it was. She didn't need to feel as if they were attacking her. Claire felt as if out of all of them she understood how Isabel felt. Isabel had told her yesterday that she felt like her old self again. Claire knew that if she felt that way it would be hard to keep her in bed.
"Isabel, do you realize that, you and the baby are the only things Wesker has ever cared about, other than himself. Wesker is right about you being in bed and you know it. Hell if I were in his place I would have reacted the same way." Carlos spoke up from the back of the group.
Carlos liked Isabel, almost from the moment he met her. She'd been honest and up front from the beginning and didn't pull any punches Isabel told you exactly what she thought. It had been easy to identify with her, because when he had arrived here with Jill, Carlos had been an outsider also. Chris didn't trust him because he once worked for Umbrella, and he was sure it didn't' help that Chris was in love with Jill and saw him as competition. If it hadn't been for Leon and Jill, he probably would have left. Leon being a bit of an outsider himself had accepted him more easily than the rest and of course Jill trusted him after everything they went through.
"Do you understand that your pushing Wesker farther than anyone else possibly could? If someone else tried what you pulled it would be them on the floor instead of the dresser. Leon stated walking over to stand next to Rebecca by the bed.
Isabel had helped bring Claire back to him and for that he was eternally grateful, but he agreed with Wesker on this one. He also realized that if what he, Rebecca and Wesker talked about the other day was true, then it must have been terrifying for her in here. Leon didn't know what else to say, he was an honest person and he didn't like hiding the information they'd found from her. Leon thought that if Isabel knew about her father, then she would see where Wesker was coming from, but he'd promised so he remained silent.
"I think I need to be alone right now." Isabel said finally finding her voice.
Everyone seemed to be taking Albert's side. Didn't they realize she hadn't meant for any of this to happen. Isabel wasn't trying to hurt herself or her child. She would never do that. They were treating her as some kind of criminal for wanting to take a shower. Albert had said he wouldn't leave her, that he would always be there and she didn't doubt that for an instant. He would always be there for his child, but Isabel was afraid she'd pushed him to far this time.
"Hey Carlos, help me with this thing, it weighs a damn ton." Chris said trying to lift the dresser back into place.
"Gee Chris, if Wesker can knock it over that easily, you shouldn't need any help picking it up." Carlos replied smiling, but went over to help him anyway.
It took both men to get the piece of furniture on its feet again.
"How the hell did he do that?" Carlos asked walking out the bedroom door when they were done.
"You think that's something, I hit the guy with a metal pipe once, he blocked it with his arm and bent the pipe." Isabel heard Chris say as he followed Carlos out the door closing it behind him.
Isabel sat in bed for sometime trying to figure out what to do next. She didn't want to be around people who would think she would purposely put her child in danger. Looking around the room, Isabel saw Albert's car keys on the night stand and knew what she had to do. She was going to leave. Isabel had a few good friends once, and even though it would seem weird, her showing up on their door, she was sure they would put her up for a few days. That would give her time to figure what to do next. Getting out of bed and tying her hair back, Isabel began to change her clothes. When she was finished dressing she went into the bathroom to turn off the shower that everyone had seemed to have forgotten. Walking back into the bedroom Isabel began to empty the drawers of the now battered dresser. Setting everything on the bed she realized she didn't have anything to put her clothes in. It almost stopped Isabel until she remembered Albert's duffle bag. Going over to the closet, she found the bag stashed on the floor at the very back of it. Picking up the bag, Isabel realized that there were still clothes in it. Walking over to the bed she dumped the contents of the bag on it. Isabel then started to pack her things, halfway through the process she heard her door open.
"I'm leaving. I'm going to take Albert's car. I have friends that will put me up for a few days. I can't stay here any longer." She said, focused on her task and not looking up.
"I believe that would be considered grand theft." Wesker said from the doorway.
Isabel didn't look at him she just continued packing.
"If you're going to beat up anymore furniture, I suggest you start with the night stand. I don't think the dresser could handle anymore." She said walking toward the bathroom to retrieve the items she left in there.
Wesker intercepted her before she could get to the door.
"Will you stop a minute? I have something to tell you." He said placing his hands on her shoulder and turning her to face him.
"Why? I don't listen." She shot back.
"So you're going to use my own words against me."
"I thought it was only fitting."
"Let me say what I have to. After I'm done, if you still want to leave, I'll give you my car keys and enough money to cover all of your expenses until the baby's born. Will you listen to me now?"
Isabel couldn't believe it. Albert would let her leave without a fight. That broke her heart more than the thought of leaving did.
"Take off the sunglasses and I'll listen." She said with a sigh.
Wesker didn't hesitate in removing his sunglasses. When he walked in the room he hadn't expected to find Isabel packing. He wasn't sure what he had expected to find, but that wasn't it. The last thing Wesker wanted to do was let her leave, but if that was the only way to get Isabel to listen, he would make good on his promise.
"Will you please sit down, before I start?" Wesker asked still not wanting her on her feet too long.
Isabel silently walked over to the bed and sat down. It was taking everything in her to keep her face emotionless, but she was succeeding.
"What do you want to say?" She asked in the most neutral tone she could muster.
"I know that you only wanted to take a shower. I also know you feel back to your old self, but what would have happened if you had another dizzy spell while you were in there? It's slippery and there is nothing to hold on to. You could fall and seriously hurt yourself and the baby." The intense concern in his voice almost brought her to tears.
"I hadn't thought about it that way." She replied finally looking up into his eyes.
"I know you didn't. You're more concerned about everyone else's well being than your own." Wesker said, kneeling down so that he was at eye level with her.
"That's one of the reasons I love you so much. I ache at the thought something might happen to you. You are my better half. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone.
Looking into her beautiful green eyes, he realized there was one more thing he needed to say.
"I would like you to be my wife."
Isabel sat there in disbelief as the words sunk in. Still not speaking she placed a hand on each side of his face and leaned forward to kiss him.
"So I guess that means your staying?" Wesker asked after the kiss ended.
"Yes." She answered looking into his unique eyes.
"Why don't we take that shower you wanted?" He asked standing up, and helping Isabel to her feet.
Smiling, Isabel silently followed him to the bathroom, for their shower.