This chapter starts out at the wedding. There are three parts spanning different times. I hope you enjoy this fic. Again, I do not own anything, just the plot. Enjoy!
Ox had tied the bow on the back of the dress I was wearing. Thank goodness I was able to fit in the dress still. It was a little tight, but it still fit everywhere else. The dress I chose was a white lace dress, with a bow in the back. I was glad we were marrying now, while I still wasn't showing much. The baby kept kicking, and I was sure it was excited because I was excited. I smiled, thinking to myself, "I'm really getting used to this." Reaching into my jewelry box, I pulled out a necklace, made with the finest freshwater pearls. Colin had bought it for me for our six month anniversary. I put the necklace around my neck, securing the clasp. The wedding would start within the hour. I stood in front of the mirror, smiling.
"You look pretty, Marion." I whispered to myself. I walked out of the room, ready to face the world.
We were married in the courthouse. It may not have been my fairytale wedding, but I loved it regardless. Colin and I were now husband and wife. We had a reception afterwards with most of the friends being Colin's, only because I didn't have any friends in London, except Ox. But I felt like I should be alone. I retreated to the room, and sat down on the chair, gazing out the window. A day or two from now, Colin would be away, in training, and Ox and I would take care of his home. I began to cry just a little. There was a part of me that wished that Colin didn't have to go.
Marion in this next part is now nearly six months along. Colin has been away for nearly two months and they correspond by letters and telegrams. It is now April and the weather has been quite cold and occasionally rainy.
I have become overcome with emotions. Day by day, my moods vary. Colin writes me every few weeks, telling me his adventures. I'd like to think if Indy wouldn't have gotten me pregnant, I could have seen the world some more. But unfortunately it won't happen for a while. I sunk into the chair, crying.
"Indy, why the hell did you leave me? We had so much together..." I cried, remembering the first time Indy and I were intimate.
"I love you Marion." Indy whispered, kissing my forehead. Smiling, I whispered to him, "Now how are we going to keep this from my father? He's not going to like the idea of his seventeen year old daughter sleeping with a guy much older than her."
Indy smiled."Marion, we're doing the right thing. We'll make sure he doesn't find out...at least not right away." He kissed my lips softly. We then made love for what seemed like hours.
I thought to myself, remembering how our relationship the first time lasted six months, and during those months I turned eighteen and became legally old enough to make my own decisions. Father had refused to treat me like an adult, in his mind I was still a child. My eighteenth birthday was miserable, I know Father had tried his best to give me a good birthday, but I was in no mood to deal with his shit, and had went outside to smoke. Indy had caught sight of me lighting up, and asked to join me. I then handed him one of my cigarettes, and he took it, and my matchbook, and lighted the cigarette. After taking a puff, he told me, "Marion, don't you know this is bad for you?" I laughed, and then said," I know it's bad, but it helps me relax." Since meeting Indy, I had started smoking, and occasionally rifling through my father's alcohol for gin. My father was completely unaware of what I was doing when he wasn't watching. He was too damn busy looking for that damn treasure. I could care less. Indy and I were separated one night when Father caught us making love. I mean- I was eighteen, a legal adult, and well...you get the point.
"Indy." I said, breathlessly as I pulsated against his toned body, damp with sweat. He kissed my neck, as I moaned in pleasure. The moaning and I screaming jolted my father out of bed. He rushed to my room, and much to his displeasure, found Indy and I, naked in bed together.
"Get out of her bed! You filthy bum...she's too young!" Father screamed, as we scattered, and I pulled up my covers to cover myself as I fished on the floor for some clothes.
"Father! I'm an adult! I can make my own goddamn decisions!" I had shouted, tears running down my cheeks. Continuing, I shouted, "I don't need you breathing down my neck!" I quickly got dressed, and got up.
"Marion, I am disappointed in your behavior lately." Father had said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice. I didn't feel bad one bit. The only part of me feeling bad was the fact that Father kicked Indy out. I loved Indy in the following months and years, but I always was mad that our relationship ended this way the first time.
I placed a hand gently on my belly. The baby kicked, and I smiled. Hopefully it would be a boy.