It was near 10:00 that evening. I, knowing that Cutler and the maids were all probably asleep or in bed, quietly let myself in the door, and crept quietly up the stairs to our bedroom. Sure enough, the light was out and the door was slightly open.

I quietly let myself in, and started looking for my nightgown in the dark. "You missed supper," said a voice from behind me. I turned to see Cutler standing in the balcony doorway, the moonlight highlighting his eyes.

"I know I did," I said, quietly, "I stopped in at the bakers and had a dinner of bread and cake."

Cutler clenched his jaw tightly. "How could you?"

"How could I what?"

"How could you jog when you're five months along with twins?!?" He asked in a snarling whisper.

I felt my blood boil. "I wanted to show you a letter," I snarled back at him.

He started to pace back and forth in front of me. "Isn't that just dandy," He asked in annoyed and angry voice. "You received a letter, and decided to sacrifice the twins just so you could show me you stupid little letter! How dim-witted can you get, woman?"

I couldn't take it. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed him against the wall. "Listen to me, Cutler Mathew Beckett II," I said in a harsh whisper. "For one, I wouldn't sacrifice my family's lives for anything in the world. I was not thinking clearly. For two, that stupid little letter is from James, who has been doing something honorable instead of staying at home and yelling over the stupidest of things! And for three, you have no right to call me dim-witted! I am carrying your children, I take help take care of you, and I have a reputation in Port Royal as the commodore's sister AND as Lady Beckett! Do not even dare think that I need the stress of being called dim-witted by my children's father!"

Cutler just glared evilly at me. I clenched my jaw, and released him. "I can see I am not wanted here, Lord Beckett," I said walking to the doorway, grabbing my nightgown. "I will go to a friends house to stay the night." I turned and saw him looking at me with a look that said, "Go away."

"I would suggest you go to bed now, you selfish little worm," I snarled at him. "The covers will do good for your cold heart." I stomped out, slamming the door behind me. I was ready to leave the house when our maid, Helen, spoke up. "Evening, Lady Beckett," She said sweetly. "Where are you off to?"

"To Mercer's house. Everyone else is gone visiting family for Christmas. I need to stay the night with a friend."

"Very well then. I'm glad that Lord Beckett, the twins, and you are all alright."

"Well," I said, a little shaken from the fight, "The twins and I are. Goodnight, Helen."

"Goodnight lady Beckett." After she said that, I went outside, closing the door behind me.

I walked through the streets, observing the peaceful night life of Port Royal. It seemed so sad and quiet with Will gone, there was not as much banging from the blacksmith shop.

When I arrived at the decently sized mansion, I was happy to see that the lights were still on. I climbed up the marble stairs that led to the door, thinking all the time that my husband paid better that what I thought he did.

I tapped lightly on the door, which was immediately answered by a servant. "Good evening, Lady Beckett," he said, curtsying.

"Good evening. I am here to see Master Mercer."

" I will tell him that you wish to see him. And do come in, Lady Beckett."

I did as I was told. "Thank-you. And please, for right now, call me Miss Norrington."

"As you wish." With that, he disappeared into another room.

I rubbed my stomach, and looked around the well polished room.

"Good evening, Lady Beckett," I heard mercer say from behind me.

"Good evening," I said, curtsying like a good lady should. "And please, call me Miss. Norrington for right now."

"Okay, but what happened?"

I sighed, and tried to think of the right words. "Lord Beckett and I got in our first real fight tonight."

Authors note

Thanks to all who reviewed last night! I was getting more and more reviews last night for this story, and my new '39 ways to annoy Mercer' story. Woah. So much drama in this chapter! I think I did a pretty good job getting Beckett into character, what about you guys? If i don't update this week, then, Merry Christmas!!!