Marion in this part is now eight months along and set to have her baby within the month. Most days she spends in solitude. This chapter is the second to the last; the last chapter will be set two years later. Enjoy!
I want this over with. I'm tired of feeling huge. It's humid and beads of sweat are dripping down my face. Today for the first time in weeks I had to open up every window in the house. My back aches, and my feet feel like balloons. Most days I spend in my room, in bed. I reread journals I have written over the years, just to pass the time. The doctor told me that I shouldn't do anything real strenuous, so I'm taking precautions. Ox has been watching over me, checking in every few hours. Today I decided to read more of my diary. I turned to some pages from the time I had a relationship with Indy, reading them.
His arms were around my waist. Indy kissed me and we made out for what seemed like hours. I had been secretly in a relationship for nearly seven months with the man. Unbeknownst to my father, we had been sleeping together off and on for the last two months. I would be turning eighteen in a month, so I would be legal very soon. The plan always was, during the day we wouldn't go near each other, no physical contact until Father had gone to bed in the tent across the river from ours. At night, we would meet in Indy's tent, which was set up farther away from Father's crew. Indy had chosen a secluded area, and I'd come see him, after Father said good night, which I muttered under my breath, "Night."
I could care less what Father thought. He rarely ever paid any attention to me anyway. Father was unaware that I was secretly seeing his pupil. Indy was waiting for me outside his tent. Smiling, we headed inside.
"How long are we going to be able to keep up this charade? Someday, your father will find out." Indy said, as he put away his shovel and unbuttoned his work shirt, exposing his bare chest to the air. Smiling, I said," I honestly don't give a rat's ass what my father thinks." I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and inhaling. Placing the cigarette down to the ground, I tapped the excess ashes, as I blew the smoke out of my mouth. Indy laughed, and poured the two of us a glass of cognac. I took the glass and drank the contents slowly, savoring the taste. We smiled, and he kissed me on my lips. I returned the kiss, and smiled.
"We're going to try as hard as we can to keep this up." I said, whispering softly. He smiled, and I unbuttoned my blouse. Indy began kissing my neck, as I moaned in pleasure. He put his finger to my lips to silence my cries.
"Marion, we don't want anyone knowing what is going between us. At least not until you turn eighteen."
I nodded, and he ran his fingers through my hair. Feeling his skin against mine, we held each other close.
"I love you, Marion." Indy said, holding my face in his hands. And as the traditional fairytale romance goes, we kissed. That kiss led to so much more. Soon enough we were making love. It was the first time we had gotten that far. Most of the time the last four months, we had gotten to just making out. Now, we had become truly involved with each other.
I cried. Oh how I wished Indy would have been less of a hard headed son of a bitch and stayed in the relationship. He would have known his child. I sobbed, blaming it on the hormones. Taking a tissue, I blew my nose. Ox walked in, and saw that I had been crying.
"What's wrong, Marion?"He set down a cup of tea for me. Taking it, I took a sip.
"Oh, I was just thinking about Indy again." I said, as I set the porcelain cup down gently.
Ox, wise as he is said, "Don't worry, Marion. You'll move on with your life eventually. I think the wound is still fresh for you, and that's why you're emotional about it." He put an arm around me.
"Thanks, Ox. I think I need to be alone now." I smiled weakly, and he nodded. After he walked out of the room, I picked up my diary once again, turning to another page.
Indy and I are celebrating six whole months together. I am amazed that we remained together this long without Father knowing. We had been sleeping together for three whole months, off and on. When Father went to bed, is when we felt we were allowed to be intimate with each other. In a month, I was going to be eighteen, and legally allowed to make my own decisions. No longer could my father control me. But knowing my father, he'll drag me everywhere with him, even when I am an adult. My mother hated what he did to me. While he was searching for some useless artifact, he paid little attention to his family. After Mother died, things became worse. Father was forced to raise me, and because he didn't want to give up what he loved, he dragged me on every expedition he went on. When I told Indy this, he told me his father was pretty much the same way, so he knew how I felt. We sat in his room, enjoying a drink, and then we kissed, which led to us making love. It felt so good to be in his arms again.
Right then, and there, I felt a sharp kick. Wincing in pain, I clutched my belly. Honestly, I hope this baby comes soon. I'm tired of being the human punching bag.
A few weeks pass. Marion's been having contractions. She's had a strong feeling the baby will come in the next week or so. It's this close to July, and the weather is miserable.
Can't this child just come already? I've been in so much pain the last few days. Most days I've remained in bed because I am in so much pain that I can barely function. And then, one day, it was time. I was ready for this to be over.