Later on in the week, one clear night, Beckett slammed his champane glass down in frustration. "I can't believe He requested two weeks off!"

I rolled my eyes. "Do quit being absurd! It's a wedding! You had two weeks off when we were married! Mercer might not be as high up on the social ladder as we are, but as human beings, we all share the same rights!"

"The social ladder defies human rights," Beckett replied solomly, the side of his head resting in the palm of his hand. My eyes widened at his response.

"So the rights that we work or even marry for overpower the rights the Lord God gave to us? The ones our mothers bore us with?!"

He finally stood up and looked at me, his nose wrinkling slightly as if I were a drunken wench instead of his well respected wife. "Life hands us nothing on a silver platter, Heather," He said, his soothing tone not matching the look in his eyes. "We must work for a living, and that goes for our rights as well."

My nostrils flared, but the angry look in his eyes had been replaced by a look of greed. He grabbed my wrists and harshly pulled me onto him, and kissed me. His kiss both frightened and angered me. There was too much tension in his lips, I could tell by the way they crashed against my own. I grabbed my wrist away from his harsh grasp, and planted a burning slap across his face.

"Wench!" I yelped as he grabbed my hand and held it above my head. "You lips shall, and will not, touch mine until you agree to give Mercer the right he deserves!"

He glared at me, rubbing his cheek with his free hand. "I will have the last say on that," He hissed. He released my hand, slaping my face with such a force that I had to step back a few paces to catch my balance.

"If it is God you want to bring up in this argument, Heather," He said, his voice rising yet still with a calm tone, "then I shall I remind you of Adam and Eve?"

I looked at him as I held my throbbing jaw, wondering where He was getting at.

"When Eve was betrayed by the serpant to have her and her husband eat from the Tree of Knowledge, God came forth and gave them each orders, yet different orders according to their sex. One of Eves commands was that Her desire shall be for her husband, and He shall rule over her."

I glared at him, teeth bared as I walked toward him. "If it is going to be Adam and Eve that you compare us to," I hissed at him, " than eat the Fruit of Knowledge. For your eyes need to be opened to all the wrong doings you have committed."

"You need not waste your time preaching my own wrong doings," His voice returning to normal. "You should keep yourself preocupied correcting yourself of your own. Another Bible verse."

I felt not the need to continue.

"Just admit defeat, Heather. I will not hold it against you."

I threw up my hands in utter frustration. "I give up!" I yelled. "You are the most absurd, idiotic man I have ever met!"

All I got in return was a satisfied expression from him. As I stormed off towards the double doorway of the parlor, bathrobe and nightgown swishing on my legs, I said to him without even turning to look back, "Don't forget to make your bed on the couch before you are ready to retire for the night."

As I was closing the door to our bed chamber, I noticed that He was following me. I slammed the door and locked it, forgetting about my sleeping children in the next room. I held my breath for a second waiting a wail to sound through the walls, followed soon after by another cry for their mothers help. I heard nothing, except a knock on the door behind me. I unlocked and opened it, only to find my husbands smirk looking back at me.

"What do you want?!" I whispered harsly to him.

"What am I to do about bed clothes?" He asked, acting as though there was nothing going on between us.

I slammed the door shut, only to open it up again seconds later. I pelted him with his clothes, and then preceeded to shut the door again, only to have him block it. "And about sheets and pillows?"

I looked down, licking my lips to feel where his cold, lifeless kiss had hit me. "You have two choices," I said. "After you change into your bed clothes, use the clothing you have on presently as sheets and a pillow."

"My second choice?" He asked seconds after I finished.

"There are sheets and pillows in the nursry closet. If you try getting them out and wake the twins up, you get them back to sleep."

As I slammed the door in his face yet again, all I heard this time was a sigh, and his feet shuffling towards our wash room.

Such drama! Thanks to Bonejangles and Violified for the help on the this chapter!