Dearka & Miriallia
Book II
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Chapter 10
Remembrance
Dearka sat on the shuttle; Belle in his lap while Miriallia leaned gently on his shoulder. She was excited and nervous all at the same time finally remembering everything about her life, including her parents, and was happy to be at Dearka's side.
The only problem was she knew her father wouldn't be so happy and that they were all in for quite the lecture. Her eyes gently closed as she began to reminisce about the last time she and Dearka were at her home.
January 17, CE 74
"I want to show you something," Miriallia said with a spark flashing in her deep blue eyes.
"Is it anything I'll like?" he asked already knowing what she was up to.
"Follow me," she ordered without answering his question, the devilish smile he was known for rubbing off onto her features.
She slipped upstairs, Dearka hot on her tail and he eased closer with every step while imagining all the things he wanted to do to her. Even from this distance, her eyes drew him in, sparkling with intelligence and sensual secrets when she looked over her shoulder as if to tease him.
As they reached her bedroom, he watched as she began to shrug off her top revealing the black and red silk bra she wore that barely contained her breasts. The matching, high-cut panties accentuated her legs, making her look sexier than he'd expected.
She was quite the little seductress and far from the conservative woman he had thought he met on the Archangel so long ago, which suited him just fine.
He moved in toward her and began to run the back on his hand down her spine. Pulling her away from the wall and into his chest, she swung her arm around his neck behind her. When she was secured against him, his hand began to graze over the side of her gorgeous body.
She twisted around to meet his gaze and dragged him back against the wall with her. Their lips connected and the passion between them sparked and caught fire. He could taste her sweet breath as another incident of the most inconvenient thing happened.
She pulled her head back in shock as he looked down at his belt. The noise that had erupted had startled her a bit. Seeing it couldn't possibly be anything of importance, he grabbed the device and threw it on the nearby dresser.
"I've got to remember to turn that thing off when we do this," he mumbled. "Are you all right?"
"I just bumped my head a little against the wall. I'm okay. I shouldn't have thrown my head back so far."
He kissed her lightly on the mouth. "It's my fault. I'm sorry. Totally broke the mood, didn't it?"
She nodded and then shrugged indicating it was no big deal.
"Lie down on the bed, and I'll make it up to you," he said tugging at her hand to guide her where he wanted her to be.
She crawled onto the mattress and relaxed as Dearka sat down beside her. "You are so beautiful."
His gaze roamed down her now almost naked body.
With an inviting smile, she grasped his wrist. "Come down here with me."
He guided her arm above her head, out of the way, and leaned down to kiss her. His lips lightly grazed hers, and then he swept his tongue across her bottom lip.
She opened for him, and he delved inside. He released her wrist to allow the freedom to shrug off his jacket while Miriallia worked on unlatching his belt. Their motions were fluent and swift with an apparent desperation for one another.
The passion between them was raw and unadulterated as they ripped the sheets back. His fingers intertwined in hers and he forced her down onto the bed. She playfully fought his grip on her as their lips pressed against one another.
"Dearka I want you now!" she begged, her heart hammering.
The needy sound in her voice made him crazy. His heart expanded. With this woman, their joining was more than physical like the many before her had been. She was different; she was his life, his soul. He heard her cry out on last time before falling limp beneath him from sheer exhaustion.
"I take it you enjoyed that," he said with a smile.
Miriallia blushed from the comment. She had never been that bold in her entire life, but for some reason, she couldn't hold back from him any longer.
"That obvious huh?" she asked through her breathlessness.
"Just a little," Dearka teased using his pointer finger and thumb to represent the small amount.
The smile he had placed on her face didn't dissipate from his teasing as it normally did and for that he was thankful.
"I really did do a number on her this time," he thought proud of himself.
"What are you thinking?" Miriallia asked noticing him deep in thought.
Dearka dropped down to the side of her and wrapped his arms around her waist before answering.
"It's nothing important," he replied hoping she wouldn't delve any deeper.
Miriallia looked at him suspiciously as she continued to regain her composure from their little romp. Her eyes darted around the room she had been away from for only a day before falling victim to her own thoughts.
"She's going to be all right. I promise you, we'll get her back safe and sound," Dearka said reading the look on her face.
"I know we will. I wish your fiancée would just return her without a fight," Miriallia said with a dig at Dearka's predicament.
"Ex-fiancée," he replied with a hint of irritation.
Miriallia looked away toward her window avoiding his gaze on her. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable from the silence and the last thing he wanted was to upset her again, especially after another wonderful erotic encounter with her.
"You know, technically she's not your ex-fiancée yet. That doesn't happen until you tell her that yourself," Miriallia stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm sure she knows its coming. She wouldn't have pulled a stunt like this if she didn't realize the inevitable," he answered.
"Hmm…" Miriallia hummed to herself as she fell deep into thought again.
Dearka was now feeling even more uncomfortable than he had when she was silent. "What?"
Miriallia looked over to him once she realized what they had done again. "You know, you are actually a two-timer and maybe I should rethink this future relationship because you may end up cheating on me too after a while."
Dearka's eyes widened in shock from her accusation and his mouth gapped open.
"You've got to be kidding me! You can't seriously think that I would…"
"I was just teasing you Dearka. I know you wouldn't cheat on me. But it was fun to see the look on your face though," she said with a devious smile.
As she began to giggle at his reaction, she felt him roll on top of her and hold her down against the bed again.
"I'm thinking I'll have to make sure you know that I'll never cheat on you or leave you for that matter," he said with a smirk.
"And how do you think you're going to do that," she coaxed.
Another exuberant moan exited her lips as Dearka took control of her once again. He knew she wouldn't be able to last long, but intended to make her enjoy every sensual moment between them.
Present…
"Miriallia?"
She felt a light tapping on her shoulder and her eyes slowly opened to see the young man she had just been dreaming about next to her.
"Yes?" she asked in a slight daze.
"We've landed," he replied twisting his head to the side as he gauged her condition.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I must've fallen asleep. I hope Annabella wasn't any trouble for you the whole trip," she said now noticing their little girl in his arms.
"Uh, no, she slept the whole way too. It must have been some dream about me though," he stated as he handed Belle over to her.
"What do you mean?" she asked sounding concerned.
Dearka grabbed their bags before helping Miriallia up with Belle. "From the smile on your face and the way you blushed when you opened your eyes to me."
"I didn't blush and you're wrong if you think I was dreaming about you!" she cried in irritation.
"Sure it wasn't," he said with a smirk.
Miriallia's eyes widened when she realized how he must have really known the dream was about him.
"What did I say? Was it that bad?" she asked squeezing her eyes closed in embarrassment.
"Let's be thankful you're not that loud when you talk in your sleep and that no one else could hear you," he answered.
Her eyes opened again as she looked upon his stunning features. He was without a doubt a strong and handsome man and she noticed a few of the women exiting the shuttle looking him up and down.
"Humph," she said stomping her foot.
"Hey don't take it out on me. I'm not telling them to look at me," he stated.
Miriallia put Annabella down and took her hand to help her walk out of the shuttle. As she reached the door, Dearka made a final comment.
"Besides, I told you I'd never cheat on you. You said so yourself."
She turned around with another look of embarrassment to see him smirking at her. She began to squirm under his stare before turning around and heading out the shuttle doors.
"I hate you!" she said jokingly.
"I love you too," he replied catching up to her and wrapping his arms around her making some of the women that had been sizing him up hopes drop.
When she stopped moving from his grasp she felt him lean into her and kiss her neck gently. She began to melt from his touch before feeling Annabella pulling at her hand.
"Let's go!" Annabella begged.
"I think she's telling us something," Miriallia indicated.
"Yeah, that it's time to bring you home and face the music with your parents."
Dearka no longer sounded like himself as he realized he would soon have to face the one person he didn't want to. Sounding off to his family was one thing, but doing it to Miriallia's family was another. And he had no clue what type of mood Miriallia would be in thanks to her pregnancy. For all he knew, he could get in a fight with her father and she would defend him and make Dearka feel guilty for attacking him.
Then again, she could be on his side and yell back at her father the way she did the last time they had to stand up to him. It was anyone's guess how she was really going to react. Dearka made his way to the rental counter in order to get them to her home. He was sure by now Mrs. Haw had Miriallia's car picked up and brought back to the Estate, so there was no need in looking for it. In no time, they were on their way toward her family's home.
50 Minutes Later…
"Are you going to press the button, or should I?" Miriallia asked exasperated.
"I will, hang on a minute," Dearka snapped back.
"Well, we've been standing here for five minutes. Are you planning on doing it anytime soon? Perhaps before I have the baby?" she mocked.
"You're just cruel," Dearka answered his nerves showing.
"Oh for crying out loud!" Miriallia shrieked pushing by him and hitting the button.
Dearka's eyes closed in terror when he heard the bell ring on the other side of the door. He was hoping Mr. Haw wouldn't be home once Miriallia hit the button. Hearing the door begin to open, he cracked his eyes slowly.
No such luck, there standing in front of him was the one person he didn't want to see. The lion himself staring straight at him with a cross look on his face.
"Daddy!" Miriallia cried happily.
"Miriallia, you're safe! And Annabella too," came an unfamiliar sound from the man.
Was it happiness? Did he not realize Miriallia's condition? Maybe he was off the hook. But wait a minute; it was more than obvious that Miriallia was pregnant again.
"What's going on here?" Dearka thought in confusion.
As Mr. Haw let go of his daughter he looked back at Dearka again making him squirm under his glare.
"You, inside now," Mr. Haw ordered seething.
Ah, there it was. He was waiting to show his daughter how happy he was that she was safe. He had no intention of letting Dearka off that easily for bringing her home pregnant. Although to be precise she had already been pregnant when she was home the last time and then it hit like a ton of bricks.
"Mrs. Haw knew and that's why she was looking at me like that. That must have been what they had been up to the night Miriallia was sick at dinner," he thought while obeying Mr. Haw's order.
He moved inside with the bags and herded Belle through the foyer so he wouldn't trip over her. Before he knew it, Mrs. Haw was on top of them. She had grabbed hold of both Belle and Miriallia and in a matter of moments wrapped herself around Dearka, almost as if she was becoming his shield from Mr. Haw.
He heard a small whisper and his eyes softened. She was still trying to help him after all this time.
"You have no need to worry, I'll take care of him for you," the soft voice sang.
Dearka felt more comfortable now from her words and finished dropping the bags on the ground as she released him.
"Meg, please bring Annabella's bag to her room and put the others in Miriallia's room," Mrs. Haw ordered.
"Oh hell no!" Mr. Haw yelled.
They all turned to see him red in the face making Meg stop in her tracks.
"There's no way that boy is staying in Miriallia's room!"
"Meg please do as I requested. The rest of you, in the living room please," Mrs. Haw asked shooing them out of the foyer.
Dearka could feel Mr. Haw's eyes painfully burning through him. It wasn't like he suggested he stay with Miriallia but he would be the one to regret it.
"Miriallia, how are you feeling dear?" Mrs. Haw asked ignoring the tension between the men.
"I'm feeling good. I can't wait for these last eight weeks to be over with. I'm starting to get tired of being this big," she stated.
"Don't!" Mrs. Haw said without even looking at her husband.
She knew exactly what he was thinking and the last thing she wanted was another scene in their household over Dearka and Miriallia's relationship.
"You know, if it's going to be a problem, I can just stay at a hotel or something," Dearka offered hoping to get out of the house as soon as possible.
"That sounds like a great idea. Better yet, why don't you just return to the PLANTs now? You've done enough damage to my family," Mr. Haw said loathingly.
"Last time I checked Miriallia was part of my family the moment she had Belle," Dearka shouted back.
"That's enough! Dearka you are not staying at a hotel and he is not going to return to the PLANTs unless his family is with him and that includes Miriallia. I'm tired of this prejudice you have against him just because he's a ZAFT soldier and the circumstances that led to Annabella."
"And don't forget the newest disaster," Mr. Haw said making Dearka's eyes fall.
"Cut it out, you're acting like a spoiled child. Miriallia loves him and he's the father of both her children. He will stay in her room by her side where he belongs and you will not say another word about it!" Mrs. Haw yelled.
Almost everyone in the room was in shock at her affirmation. Well, everyone except Miriallia who had been used to hearing her mother speak with such conviction with the many mother-daughter conversations they'd have.
Dearka sat still and waited for someone else to speak first after Mrs. Haw finished reaming her husband. And finally he heard it.
"Well, speaking of staying by my side. We have some news for you. We're getting married," Miriallia said grabbing Dearka's hand.
She looked so happy and almost angelic the way the excitement danced in her ocean blue eyes. Dearka relaxed some that she had brought it up so soon. It signaled to him that she really wanted this too now.
"So how does your fiancée feel about that?" Mr. Haw mocked Dearka's former situation.
"I think she sounds excited," Dearka said with a smart remark back.
Mr. Haw squinted in anger at the blatant obnoxious comment from his soon to be son-in-law. Feeling the tension rising again Mrs. Haw spoke up.
"That's wonderful news. Have you two done any planning yet?" she asked.
"Well not exactly, I kind of wanted to wait until I have the baby. I really want to wear a gorgeous gown when I'm not so big," she said sadly.
"Just don't wear white," Mr. Haw said folding his arms across his chest.
Finally Mr. Haw had set Dearka off. He had been getting angry at Mr. Haw's attitude. But now attacking his own daughter, which he felt was uncalled for, pushed him over the edge.
"You know making those comments to me is one thing. I can take it, but don't take your anger out on Miriallia. She doesn't deserve that and especially doesn't need to hear that from her own father right now," Dearka snapped.
Miriallia's eyes had filled with tears over her father's words. She knew he would say something to her about the situation before long, but she didn't think he would attack the two things she was truly happy about.
"You know what, if you can't be polite then go somewhere else. I'm done fighting with you about our daughter's decisions. She is an adult and can do as she pleases," Mrs. Haw scolded.
Mr. Haw sat there for a minute longer feeling everyone's eyes upon him. He had become so irritated from the looks that he stood up and headed toward the stairs.
"I'm going to lie down. This has all given me a headache. And he's still not sleeping in her room!" he said as he walked away.
"Yes he is! Now go away!" Mrs. Haw yelled back.
Once Mr. Haw was out of sight, Mrs. Haw looked back at her guests. She looked relieved to see Miriallia in person. Speaking with her on the phone hadn't been good enough for her and she wanted nothing more than to spend time with her daughter.
Dearka let out a slight yawn as he sat there quietly. He had been so busy on the ship and taking care of Miriallia and Belle that he never realized how tired he really was.
"It was a long trip, wasn't it?" Mrs. Haw asked Dearka.
"Hmm, oh yeah, it was," he replied a little dazed from the exhaustion.
"He's been amazing mom. As I'm sure you can remember; I wasn't always the easiest person to get along with in this condition and now is no different," Miriallia said singing his praises.
"After what I saw last time, I wouldn't expect any less of him. Why don't you head upstairs and lay down for a while. You'll probably need your strength for when your soon to be father-in-law wakes up," she said with a smile.
"Uh, you don't mind do you Mir?" he asked cautiously before taking her up on the offer.
"No, go ahead. She's right. You need to rest. You've been working so hard lately and I've done nothing but nag you since my memory returned," Miriallia answered giving him a kiss on the cheek.