Warning: There is some sexual content in this chapter. Not a lemon more of a lime but may or may not deserve a warning.

Chapter 6:

The Quiet before the Storm

I woke up at the crack of dawn as I had done while I was growing up on the farm. I looked to my side to see Jonathan was a sleep with one of his text books in his hand. I smiled thinking about how hard he was working to get his degree. He was honorable in that sense.

I got out of bed, changed into some clothes I didn't mind getting dirty and made my way down the stairs.

"What can I help with?" I asked my brothers while they got ready to head out into the field.

"We need to go fix a pipeline but you can go feed the chickens, get some breakfast and then pick some corn." My father replied, staring daggers at me. I nodded, grabbed a bucket of chicken feed and walked out the door. This was one of the chores I had, had when I was a kid. I would feed the chickens and then gather their eggs.

I had just finished feeding chickens when I heard someone walking up to me. I turned to see my mother.

"Hi mom." I greeted her with a smile.

"Good morning Emily." She nodded as we walked into the chicken coop to gather up the eggs.

"How are things back in Gotham? How's school?" she inquired, trying to end the awkward silence.

"Good. I aced all my classes last semester and we're on spring break this semester so things are going well." I answered.

"That's good. So, how close are you to this Jonathan guy? Do you see him often?" My mother pried.

"I live with him." I bluntly stated before I turned to her. I watched her closely to make sure she wasn't going to faint. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at me.

"So you have a serious relationship with him?" she questioned. I nodded. That was more or less true.

"How long have you two lived together?"

"A little under 4 months."

"I see. So you don't think you'll back to stay, then?"

"Mom, I'm not moving back here. I don't want the life Dad wants for me." I informed her.

"Please understand. He just wants to protect you." She replied.

"I do understand. He needs to understand that I don't need to hold his hand anymore. I need his support. I don't understand why he hates me going to school so much."

"He doesn't hate you going to school. He just wants you to be a farmer's wife, Emmy. There's nothing wrong with that. I don't understand what we did to make you hate this lifestyle so much."

"I love this lifestyle. I love farming and I love being out here with you guys. But I enjoy Psychology and I don't want to marry someone just because Dad chose the guy…he's not going to bring over the neighbors' sons again is he?" I asked her. It would be the first time he invited a guy over to dinner.

"He's already invited Tommy Barnes to dinner." My mother replied.

"Great." I rolled my eyes at my dad's attempt to play matchmaker.

"I'm not going to be a farmer's wife, mom. I'm going to be a doctor's wife." I told her, assuming the marriage lasted that long.

"So Jonathan's purposed?" she asked.

"Sort of." I said lifting up my hand to show her my ring.

"I see. When's the wedding?" she questioned.

"It was back in December." I answered. There was a long silence as my mother took in the news.

"What?" she asked.

"We're already married." I repeated.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I knew how dad would react."

"You didn't want us there?"

"We wanted a small wedding, considering the circumstances." I told her.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm pregnant."

"What? When are you due?" she inquired.

"The end of August possibly September." I told her. She went quiet. I watched her and she seemed to seep the information in.

"I think you two better go." She stated.

"What?" I asked her.

"You better go before your father finds out. Emmy this will hurt and disappointment him."

"Mom, he's an adult. I'm his daughter. He should be supporting me with my decisions not getting 'hurt' by them." I told her.

"Your life should be your decision but it's not in his mind. Emily, you know your father, he expects you and your brothers to take over the family farm someday."

"He has five sons…..he doesn't need me."

"Emmy, do you even love Jonathan?" she asked, changing the subject as I started to leave the coop to take the eggs to the kitchen.

"Marriage is a partnership. Love isn't a requirement." I answered with that I walked off.

I had just gotten to the door when I realized I left Jonathan alone in the house with my flirtatious Grandma Marge.

'Crap! I hope she didn't try to get him while he was in the shower.' I thought as I quickly ran up the stairs to my room. Jonathan opened the door just as I got there.

"Ah Emmy, I was wondering where you went." He greeted when he realized I was there.

"Please tell me my grandmother didn't do anything to you." I inquired.

"I haven't seen her today." He answered.

"Good. Why don't you come down to the kitchen? I'll make you breakfast." I offered. He nodded and we went back downstairs.

"How do you want your eggs?" I asked as I grabbed some of the eggs I had just gathered and a frying pan.

"Just my usual way." Jonathan answered. I nodded and got started on our eggs. My mother came in and looked at the two of us before huffing away.

'Great more family drama.' I thought to myself turning back to the food.

"I don't think your parents care for me." Jonathan observed.

"They don't care for anyone they think will lure me away from their lifestyle." I told him turning the eggs.

"Do you mind getting those clothes dirty?" I asked, looking over at him.

"I'd prefer not to but it would be fine." He answered.

"I have to go pick some corn but I want to show you something before I get started. You may get a little dirty though."

"Where are we going?"

"Someplace I think you'd be interested to see."

…..

After we finished our eggs Jonathan and I walked out to the corn field.

"I though you hated coming out here." Jonathan stated.

"I do, that's why I brought this." I said, nodding down to my gun.

"Have you enjoyed your reunion with your family?" he asked me after a few minutes of silence as we walked to the center of the field.

"It's been nice seeing everyone but I'd be ok if we were to leave today." I told him.

"Why is that?" he asked me. I could tell he was using this as an experiment and I couldn't figure out why. What could he hope to learn or gain from my family? We were simple folk, nothing more.

"It's not important. My mom cornered me when I was out collecting eggs. I told her everything. She wants us to leave before my dad finds we're married and I'm pregnant."

Jonathan's P.O.V

I thought a moment about what Emmy had said.

"Your family is very…traditional?" I asked trying to learn as much about the environment Emmy grew up in as I could. I wanted to dominate her mind and the only way to do that is to understand her completely.

"Oh yes, almost to the point of being extremist about it. My dad still thinks it's his job to find me someone to marry. Speaking of which, he has invited a guy he wants me to date for dinner so be prepared for an entertaining and awkward night."

"I thought you said you told your mother?" I asked her, hoping to get more information about her father.

"I did tell her. My dad invited the guy over before I told her. There's no way I'm telling my father."

"Why not?"

"There are just some buttons that don't need to be pushed. This is one of them." She said, obviously not wanting to get in to any details with me. Why she would be this way towards her family? I knew a lot of girls that would have called their parents immediately after getting engaged, married or hell even after getting a hangnail. Emmy didn't seem to have any interest in telling her family anything about her life.

"Why doesn't your father want you to be in Gotham; besides the obvious fact that it's a dangerous city?" I asked her. Emmy sighed and stopped walking.

"My father has some control issues. He wants me to stay here, marry a farmer and eventually help my brothers run the farm. Psychology isn't something he thinks is worthwhile."

"He doesn't think understanding the mind is important?"

"He's a man of the land. It's all he knows." she explained.

We continued to walk until we came to a small opening with a scarecrow hanging in the middle.

"Well, we're here. I'd like you to meet Brian, the scarecrow that helped start my fear of scarecrows." Emmy said as we looked up to the figure before us. I was hoping to get her to come out here but was surprised she did it on her own.

After talking and spending a half hour in the cornfield, Emmy turned to me.

"I better get picking corn. You can help me if you want or you go back to the house." She stated.

"I think I'll head back. I have to some homework to do." I told her. She just nodded, gave me a quick, pathetic kiss and walked off.

…..

Once I was back at the house I went to walk up the stairs when I ran into Emmy's mother and Grandmother.

"Excuse me." I said, hoping to get passed them quickly to get back to my studies. I had four essays due and some other work projects before the break ended.

"Jonathan. A word please." Mrs. Dawson requested.

"Of course Mrs. Dawson." I agreed. I followed her into the front room where we sat down.

"Look, I know about yours and Emmy's little fling and I know there's a child involved, however I can't allow this marriage to continue." Mrs. Dawson tried to dictate.

"Oh?" I asked. This was getting interesting. Mrs. Dawson seemed like a very meek person. It didn't fit her personality to try to take charge over something besides household chores.

"I want you to ask her for an annulment. Please either take the baby or put it up for adoption once it's born. Tell her she belongs here and that she has no business back in Gotham. She needs to be here." Mrs. Dawson's voice quivered while she tried to keep her emotions in tack.

"Mrs. Dawson, Emmy made her decision; her education is something she wants and she wants this baby." I told her.

"She doesn't want this marriage and she shouldn't be stuck in it."

"I asked Emmy to marry me, she didn't have to say yes and she can leave at any point if she so chooses. Until that point I suggest you leave her alone. She wants her education, she chose this marriage and she wants to keep this baby." I repeated.

"But it's ruining her life; she hasn't been the same since she went off to college. It's like I don't even know her now."

"That was also Emmy's choice."

"But she's choosing wrong."

"Mrs. Dawson, Emmy is an adult; she is going to continue her education, she is pursuing this marriage and she is going to have my baby. Nothing you do or say is going to change that."

"But…"

"If you want things to change, I suggest you talk to your daughter, not me." I instructed before I stood up and left the room.

Emmy's P.O.V

I had just finished picking corn and was on my way back when I ran into my father.

"Emmy." He sneered at me.

"Hi dad." I replied, hoping I could just leave.

"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Jonathan's back at the house."

"I see. How are things in Gotham? Do you enjoy it there?"

"For the most part, I do."

"Still wasting your time on that Psychology crap?"

"It's not crap dad; it's the study of how and why we think what we do. Its helped me understand who I am and who I want to be, better."

"You were happy studying Agriculture here in Iowa. You were supposed to come home after you realized that Gotham was dangerous and so is this nonsense you're getting into."

"This nonsense helps people overcome their trials every day. I love it and its important to me." I said trying to get him to understand.

"You're just wasting your time and money on this junk. Just come home, marry Tommy and help the boys and me run the farm."

"No."

….

After that little chat with my dad I went back to the house, walked right passed my mom, up the stairs and into my room. Jonathan was sitting by the window reading and taking notes. He looked up at me as the door opened and closed.

"Emmy." He barely greeted me before going back to his studies.

"How are your assignments coming?" I asked while I made my way over to my suitcase.

"Alright, just time consuming." He replied looking back up me as I took off my shirt and pants.

"What are you doing?" he inquired, setting his books to the side.

"I need to get a shower before dinner tonight." I told him taking some clean clothes out of my suitcase. I looked back at him in nothing my bra and underwear. I noticed he had that same look of lust he had the night I got pregnant.

"Why, you want to join me?" I asked him raising an eyebrow.

Jonathan stood up and walked over to me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking and it drove me nuts. I wish I could read him better. I slowly started to back away as he approached me. I backed away until my back met my bedroom wall. Jonathan kept walking until he was about an inch away. His hand grabbed my wrist and held my arm above my head.

"Would you say no?" he whispered, his face not even an in away from mine now. I shook my head lightly, my eyes locked on his. His lips smashed onto mine in a rough kiss. His hand that wasn't holding my arm above my head went to my waist as he pressed his body against mine. His hand slowly moved up from my waist to my breast. God he had me turned on.

His hand left my breast going to my leg and bringing it up around his waist so I could feel him against me. 'You have to stop this Emmy.' I thought before I gently pushed him away.

Jonathan's P.O.V

I looked at Emmy after she pushed me away.

"I'm sorry. I can't have sex in this house." Emmy said to me walking away from me and into the bathroom attached to her room. I looked after her, stripped down and walked after her. Emmy had just turned the water on when I walked into the bathroom. She looked up at me and quickly looked away when she realized I wasn't wearing any clothes.

"I told you no." she reminded me. I walked up to her until we were close together as we were before she left the room.

"You want me. I know you do." I whispered to her. Emmy was so easy to read in this state of mind. She looked at me for a moment before she initiated a kiss.

"At least lock the door so my Grandma Marge doesn't walk in on us." She stated.

"Agreed."

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Author's Note: Hello again. Sorry to take so long updating. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks to those following/favoring my story. Thanks to Push to Shove for reviewing. I'm hoping to have the next chapter out in the next day or two. Please leave a review if you have a moment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks!-Lin