As Antoinette lay in Doctor Keybirths delivery room that night, I sat in the waiting room, crying into Cutler's chest. God knows what was happening in the other room right now. Just then, Dr. Keybirth came in, smiling and holding her hands.
"Lord and Lady Beckett," she said politely," Mrs. Norrington said she would like to see you now."
"Thank-you, Doctor," Cutler said as he led me into Antoinette's room. "It seems like every time I've been in this room is because a woman in my life has gone into surprise labor." Mrs.Keybirth laughed at his statement, shutting the door behind us.
There, in the same bed that Cutler and I had been born and then birthed our own children in, lay Antoinette. She was holding a squalling white bundle; looking into it, and smiling through tears.
"It's a boy," She said calmly to us. "Alexander James Norrington. Alex, for short.
He looks just like his father." Her smile slightly started to disappear as she thought of her husband, and how much she wanted him next to her on the bed that moment.
"Do you mind if we see him?" I asked
"No" she said. "I don't mind." Antoinette handed A.J over to me, as I gently scooped him up. I walked slowly and carefully back to where Cutler was standing, and we looked at the baby, our hearts instantly melting.
He didn't look much like James to me. He had gotten most of his looks from his mother. But then, he opened his eyes. He had the same piercing green eyes as his father. Suddenly, except for his skin tone and fingers, he looked exactly like James.
"I'm sorry we have to leave so soon Antoinette," I said, handing Alex back to her, "but I feel a little tired, and I need to have all the strength I can to be able to handle the twins. Besides, I know how it feels just after giving birth; you're probably tired and just want to be alone with Alex for right now."
Antoinette looked down at her son, who was now sleeping peacefully in her arms. "Okay. I'll see you soon, you two," She said, smiling sweetly at us. After we got our coats, gave Antoinette our congratulations and bid her and Alex a goodnight, we were on our way. As we were walking out, I heard Antoinette sobbing, and then say to Alex, "You're the only thing I have left of your father. I love you so much." As she said that, I couldn't help but feel my lip tremble.
After we had been let into our mansion, I knelt down on the floor, bursting into tears. Cutler pulled me up, and let me cry into him.
"We could have lost everything tonight," I said, sobbing. "We could have lost Antoinette, Alex, and it was entirely our fault! If only we hadn't of told her so soon."
"No," He said, soothingly, "she would have found out sooner or later. If it would have been later, she would have hated us for keeping it a secret."
I frowned at him. "I'd rather have her hate us than have her and or her baby in the grave!"
"I had to tell her now," Cutler said flatly. "If I had kept it a secret any longer, I would have gotten a bad name in public."
I gaped at my husband, and pushed myself away from him. "This is not about you! This is about Antoinette and her baby! They could have died tonight! And all you care about is getting a good name in public! You have no respect for human life, do you?" I hissed.
He looked me straight in the eye, his nostrils slightly flaring. "You say that after I brought your twins into this world," he hissed back.
That did it. I let my anger file out into my words. "First of all, it would have given both Antoinette and Alex a better chance of surviving if you had waited. She would have understood our reasoning! Secondly, you did not give me twins. You helped me create them. You were not the one lying on that bed giving birth. I brought our babies into this world. You and I shared a romantic honeymoon together, which got me pregnant. Not you."
"Yes, but I helped you into that position, didn't I?" Cutler asked seductively.
"Cutler Mathew Beckett II, don't even try that crap on me! Now is not the time for seducing!" I started walking back to our bedroom, turned on the light, and got a few things. "I've seen you in your different states of nature; and I've seen all your different moods and acts. You think that if you can get me to bed you tonight, then I'll forget about this whole conversation!"
Cutler remained silent, which told me that I was right. "You know Lord Beckett," I said, grabbing a pillow, blanket, and his bed clothes, "I don't really feel like putting up with a little Bilge Rat tonight, so have fun sleeping on the couch." I scooted him over towards the doorway, and then shut the door in his face.
After I had heard his footsteps do down the hallway, I made my way over to the bed, and blew the candle out, darkening the room completely except for the moonlight that showed through the balcony curtains. As I lay my head on the feathery pillow, I couldn't help but feel sorry for calling him a Bilge Rat. I could not help by ask myself if I was being fair or irrational; fighting with him.
Before I could answer that question, I started crying due to all the stress I had endured tonight.