I looked in the mirror as I was being dressed, a long purple dress, being slipped over my head, along with a matching beaded necklace. I envied the maids; while I was standing there paling and trembling, the maids hustled around me getting me ready for the wedding, having no idea about the issues I was going through.
"Lady Beckett," Helen said cheerfully from the doorway, "Lord Beckett is just outside your room.
We walked down the stairs, arm in arm, He being just as uptight as I was. "What if this doesn't work," I whispered.
"It will, I have no doubts."
"Cutler, you heard Dr. Keybirth. I'm three weeks pregnant. By the time that Mercer is ready to resume his position, I will have already started showing."
"Save your worries until tomorrow. And even then, you still won't be showing."
"But what about when I am?"
"Always the one to worry before hand," Cutler joked.
"Lord Beckett, this is no time to joke around. If someone finds out that you let a woman do a mans job, this could put our entire family's lives at risk."
"Very well," He said smoothly, holding the carriage door open for me. It slammed shut as he got in, straightening himself out. "So what should I call you now? Lady Beckett, Heather, or Mercer?" He joked around, trying to lighten my mood.
I showed no emotion. "You will know by our surroundings."
"Do lighten up. Not only is there a wedding, but you're also expecting again." The carriage bumped along.
I sighed. "Cutler, if you are thinking that I do not love this baby, you are honestly mistaken. I've wanted to have another ever since I fist lay eye on Alexander. But you're treating it like a joke. Not only do we have to worry about each other, but also three beautiful children. If something goes wrong…"
He placed a small kiss on my forehead when I started to hyperventilate, which calmed me down. "Nothing will go wrong," He re-assured me.
Seeing as neither the bride or the groom wanted an extravagant wedding, so the only decorations were the few bouquets of flowers strung up by the alter. Jordan, on the other hand, looked beautiful. Like everything else about the wedding, her dress was simple, strapless, but with flowery lace acting as the sleeves, and a flowing silk skirt. Mercer, on the other hand, wore an entirely black outfit, excluding the white neck-tie.
The vows were short, sweet, and to the point, which both shocked me, but also left me unsurprised. Neither of the two were very emotional, whereas other brides would have to stop every so often to wipe their eyes.
Afterwards, when the two broke apart to talk to friends, Jordan was showing off her ring. It was a simple diamond, yet stunning at the same time. I quietly slipped away, over to where Mercer was standing alone, smoothing out a wrinkle on his sleeve. "Congratulations," I told him with a fait smile, old wounds being opened.
He seemed to catch my drift. "Thank you."
Author's note: (For those of you who don't know, and actually care, I changed my username from 'LORD commodore Norry' to 'Auto.' If you've seen Wall-E, you'll understand it. )
Anyways, sorry for the long wait! I kinda got out of the pirates spirit, and was suffering through writers block at the same time. Also, there will be a little In-Between story, so keep your eyes peeled!