Chapter 5 Whose Your Daddy?
Campfire
"They both have birthmarks," replied Mari hotly knowing they were laughing at what she said, but not understanding why. She continued on, not caring if they wanted more or not, "the Chosen One's on the right shoulder, and the Guardian's on the left foot. My mummy's birthmark is on her right shoulder, and my daddy's is on his left foot, so there," finished Mari with a huff.
With her final statement, the whole camp began to quiet down, only a few chortles were heard from the lizards, but Tribune's raised hand earlier signaled for their laughter to cease. "And who is your 'daddy?'" asked Tribune knowing the answer already, and it appeared that Roxton, now, knew too.
"Him," stated Mari as she pointed to Roxton confidently, with her impish grin on her face. Marguerite's eyebrows rose to her hairline if that were possible with shock written on her face, her face also became a light color of green too. She broke the dumbfounded spell of the explorers when she made a mad dash to the tree line to empty her stomach's contents, without providing the others a retched show. Roxton quickly followed her to assist her in anyway he could, the only thing he thought he could do at that moment was grab her hair out of her face why she vomited.
Marguerite soon felt, two small hands rubbing her back up and down in a soothing motion, and even if she wanted to sob out her current misery and confusion, her daughter's innocent nature stopped the onslaught of emotion from coming forth at that moment. "Daddy, you're supposed to rub mummy's back like this to make her feel better. See, give me your free hand, now rub like this, good job, daddy!" Her factual tone she used with Roxton, was Marguerite's undoing, instead of sobbing she felt a bubble of laughter come forth, oh she was still crying she'd given up on her water ducts along time ago; but, to hear her lecture Roxton in how to comfort her and … then to hear her call him daddy … Now she was sobbing, her one true love, was her daughter's father, her luck had turned, but the 'how' still remained to be scene.
Marguerite, soon felt Roxton's hand snake around her front just below her breasts in order to haul her back against his chest, as he moved them five feet away from her stomach contents. "Mari, go get a cloth and damp it for your mother, sweetheart, that's my girl" encouraged Roxton. He nuzzled Marguerite's temple with his nose from behind, "God, Marguerite how is this possible? She has to be, what seven or eight, our paths never really crossed physically until the night in Challenger's study!" Roxton softly exclaimed into her ear.
"I'm just as puzzled as you are, John, but I can truthfully tell you that I didn't know who her father was up until tonight," whispered Marguerite back.
"What do you mean? I would think you thought at least one of your husbands?" asked an exasperated Roxton.
"John, my husband at the time made it very clear to me verbally and physically that I was not to become with child, it 'ruined a woman's figure.' He may have got the rest of society pregnant, but not me!" Marguerite sobbed out the last part.
"Here you go mummy, is daddy making you cry, does he need a time out?" asked Mari as she glared in her father's direction.
"Nooo," Marguerite half sobbed half choked out on a laugh. "Mari, you knew that I was pregnant, didn't you? (Mari nodded) How, did you know about your daddy, I never told you who your daddy was?" continued Marguerite.
"Grahm, told me. She told me that, you and daddy weren't ready to be together, but you were ready to have me," stated Mari matter-of-factly with her father's impish grin in place. Oh, that grin is so Roxton, and now that I look at her, her face is fuller like Roxton's, and oh that dimple is his too.
"Mari, what are the others doing?" asked Roxton, he wanted to continue this discussion without being interrupted, and when he glanced down at Marguerite he too saw the same desire.
"Uh, they were talking more about the legends. Tribune was telling them more, I … guess I didn't explain it well …" Mari said in a soft voice.
"Oh, Mari you told the story just fine, sweetheart, don't worry about what Tribune thinks, he's not worth it," encouraged Marguerite as she saw her daughter's distressed look. "Come here, and cuddle with us," as Marguerite and Roxton adjusted themselves to add Mari to their mix. Mari willingly climbed into her mother's arms, and laid her head again on her mother's shoulders in order to nuzzle into her neck; Roxton then wrapped his arms around the pair of them, and he too nuzzled into Marguerite. Marguerite at that moment felt safe and loved by the two most important people in her life, and all she could do was relish in the feeling as silent tears streaked down her cheeks.
After a few minutes passed and the three of them had basked silently in the new found love, only an immediate family could feel, Marguerite broached the subject of Mari's conception again with her daughter. "Mari, baby can you tell us more about your story of being born, and how your daddy and I made you? Did your Grahm tell you more about how you came to be?" Mari, lifted her head from her mother's shoulder to look at her parents as she told them one of her favorite stories.
"Marguerite, Roxton, Mari? Are you ok?" asked Finn as she came upon the very cozy trio. "Whoops, sorry, Challenger was just worried about you three, I'll tell them you've made your own camp for the night." With that said Finn winked and turned back to join the others.
"Baby, you were saying," encouraged Marguerite as she lazily ran her hands up and down her daughter's back.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure what exactly happened, except what Aunt Abby calls the 'sugar coated' version!" piped Mari, as her parents grinned impishly. "I'll do my best, though. Let's see, uhmm, well it was a time that you, mummy, were married to a Pierre person, and not daddy. He wouldn't let you have a baby, so grandma and grandpa brought you daddy. They gave you and daddy a drink that made you love each other and want to play together, and gave bad Pierre another drink to make him sleep. Then they locked you two up in a bedroom, and let you play games like cards, chess, and wrestling," explained Mari but she stopped when she saw that her mother became a bright red, and her father looked discomfited. "Mummy, are you ok? Grandma turns that color too, when she tells me about the playing part too."
"Yes, sweetheart I'm fine why don't you tell us the rest," proposed Marguerite. "How long did your daddy and I play together?"
"Two weeks," whispered Roxton. Marguerite and Mari both had surprised looks on their faces. "Mari was it two weeks?"
"Yes, daddy, you remembered! Was it fun to play with mummy? Will you play with her again, and make her happy because when you left she was not happy at all!" stated Mari in her innocence, but her statement had the wrong effect on both of her parents, they both stiffened. Marguerite because she still hurt from Roxton's abrupt departure, and Roxton in preparation for Marguerite's negative response.
"Mari, your father and I will be fine IN TIME, but right now we have other matters to concentrate on," Marguerite directed her response to Mari, but it was indirectly for Roxton.
"No, Mari, to answer your questions, I don't remember it, but I remember a time when I couldn't remember anything for two weeks; but for many years following I would have fuzzy dreams about an enchanting brunette that warmed … umm … that played multiple games with me. After those two lost weeks though, I decided that I would get my life back together. See it appears you were made around the time I was very upset about loosing my brother. Your grandparents were right, I wasn't in a good place to take care of you or your mother, but now I am if you'd let me?" Roxton sincerely asked his daughter.
Mari threw her arms around Roxton's shoulders, pinning Marguerite in between their hug. Marguerite in turn started to tickle Mari's side, causing her to howl with laughter and try to wiggle out of her mother's grasp. Mari's laughter caused her parents to also join in, but the laughter slowly died down as a gigantic yawn appeared from Mari's mouth. Mari gradually laid back down on her mother's chest, "Mummy, I'm tired, can I go to sleep now?" sighed Mari, as she slowly pushed off her mother to stand.
"Yes, baby, but lay here with us, we'll take you back to camp when we're ready to retire," requested Marguerite. Marguerite, (A) enjoyed being with her daughter and Roxton like this, but (B) she didn't want to be alone with Roxton either, she was still immensely hurt by his actions. He said he wanted to know my secrets, and that he would listen to them, when I was ready! Right now, I need to feel safe and protective, so I can make Mari feel the same; once we find our way to a safe haven, Roxton and I can address his earlier departure and everything that goes with it, WHEN I'M READY!
Mari laid back down and buried herself back in her mother's lap. She felt content to stay within both her parents' protective arms, this was how she always imagined their reunion. Mari was also ecstatic that she was to going to have a sister, but she'll let her mother figure that one out, because she's not suppose to use her powers without an adult supervising her actions!
Roxton on the other hand, knew Marguerite had an ulterior motive for Mari staying. He felt her tense slightly when Mari pulled away from them. He, also, knew from past experience that he would still have to pay for his actions last week, but he would enjoy this, GOD, I'm a father, and Marguerite's the child's mother. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined this as one of them. Oh, you wondered if your dreams from almost nine years ago where true or not, they have haunted you for almost five and half years, until another raven hair beauty (or so you thought) and her escapades took over your dreams.
After several minutes of just sitting together and listening to Mari's breathing even out, Roxton broke the silence, "Marguerite, please, I have to ask. No don't pull away, you haven't heard what I have to ask, it's not about when I left. I know it was wrong, and that I have hurt you again," Roxton insisted as he pulled Marguerite's form back to him, and continued to speak, to stop her mid-protest. "It's about the oraborris," and he felt her relax some.
"I'm going to guess, Mari was the real reason you wanted the oraborris?" stated more than questioned Roxton. At his inquiry Marguerite's head whipped around to see his expression; and, what his eyes said made her water ducts leak again. His right thumb came up to wipe her tears away, and then to cup her face to encourage her to answer.
"Yes, it was the real reason, I took the oraborris, but Xan thought it was for the birth certificate, which mind you would have been an added bonus. I was so torn, between my love for her and … you. When we first arrived here, my heart's desire was just her, then it changed …," as Marguerite's thoughts drifted off, she turned her head away from Roxton to pull Mari closer to her body and nuzzle her temple. Marguerite cleared her throat, to begin again, "When you questioned me as I was about to take the oraborris, I hesitated because I wanted to see what you really felt, after all your eyes are the gateway to your sole; I had planned the night before to get the oraborris, wish for her, then return back to you, here on the plateau, if I saw one ounce in your eyes that you still wanted me. BUT, Calhum ruined that plan, and shattered my chances to save my … our daughter," finished Marguerite as she turned toward Roxton again to see his reaction.
"So, the remorse that you had for several days after, was the lost chance, you thought you only had to get Mari back? (Marguerite nodded) Oh, Marguerite …" Roxton sighed as he pulled Marguerite closer to his body, to show her how much he was sorry for his attitude toward her. "I wish you would have said something, about her to me before, I would have understood, and willingly helped you."
"But … John you don't understand … I couldn't trust anyone with her knowledge … don't you see … she was used by England … to get me to work for them … during the war; and, because … I was to busy being Parsifal … I lost her …" choked Marguerite.
"What do you mean?" Roxton softly encouraged Marguerite to continue, as he slowly ran his left hand through her hair.
"John, my past with Fat Boys, and then my attempt at being an international jewel thief, caught up with me," sniffed Marguerite. "The English officers that came to me gave me two choices, use my skills for England, or go to jail, either way I lost, at least with England I would eventually have my name cleared, there."
"OH, MY GOD! How was she taken, then?" asked an overwhelmed Roxton.
"She was actually taken by my housekeeper and butler. I wonder …"
"What?"
"I wonder, she kept referring to her grandparents, I wonder who … John … do you think … my parents could be from the plateau? No, don't answer that, it would be such a cruel … injustice to learn …" tapered off Marguerite, as she fell silent with tears again streaming down her cheeks. "Confounded HORMONES, I blame you for my current predicament, Lord John Richard Roxton," half joked Marguerite, trying to get her mind off the inevitable.
"So, it seems, my dear Marguerite … but, if I remember correctly, it takes two to tango!" Roxton teased right back, sensing Marguerite's need to shift her thoughts in another direction. "God, Marguerite … how I wanted you to become with child!"
"You what," whispered Marguerite in astonishment, "on the plateau, where dinosaurs roam, plus all the other creatures out there, that cause daily havoc on our lives?" but in her heart Marguerite already knew.
"Yes, don't you see … if we had a child together, we would be bound … no don't … I'm not finished … let me finish, please?" pleaded Roxton again, as Marguerite tried to escape the heavy discussion he was pursuing. He continued once Marguerite relented, but only because it was difficult to get up without stirring Mari, by herself. "Bound is probably not the best word to use … but I LOVE YOU … and I don't want to ever loose you! I'm sorry, I did not want to make you cry again … I guess I have a way of making you cry," sighed a disgusted Roxton.
"John, it's just that … I still had Mari to consider ... GOD, what a bloody mess. Part of me knew … that you wanted to get me with child, especially our times after the cave, you did nothing to prevent a pregnancy; but, I wasn't sure … I could get pregnant … John at the time … Mari's conception was a fluke … Pierre my husband, at the time, always withdrew … and I was no bloody virgin before or after him … NOT all men withdrew … I never became with child. I knew a girl once at Fat Boys who had four children in a row … it was like a man just looked at her and she became plump with child.
"I never wanted to deny you … an heir, and I didn't want to push Mari on you either. God and when … you … left … that … night …" sobbed Marguerite.
"Shh, you'll wake Mari, I know … your fears became true. Shh, I know I was an ass … and bloody idiot … too, I just had so many emotions running inside me I was afraid I would end up taking them out on you or her. May I continue? I would like to at least tell you my reasons." softly pleaded Roxton as he nuzzled Marguerite right temple, wrapped his right arm around his two girls, and continued to run his left hand through her hair.
After several silent minutes of just inhaling Mari's scent, and feeling Roxton's soothing ministrations Marguerite relented with a small nod. "I don't know where to start, but I guess telling you … umm … hmmm … about four days ago I finally got a grasp on my feelings, and who they were directed toward, in the end they were directed more toward me, but in the beginning they were at you.
"First the feelings that were there, but I opted to ignore them were love and compassion I had for you. I saw how lost you looked when Malone took her away from you, the fear I saw in your eyes when you thought her appearance may have ruined everything we had built up, and the longing that had finally ended with Mari's return. Yes, even though you were scared … about how we all would respond to your little … precious secret … you radiated with love and happiness we have never witnessed in you before, that of a mother's. And let me tell you my dear, motherhood, definitely becomes you!" Roxton finished this part on a lighter note, and was rewarded when Marguerite grabbed his left hand and gave his palm a kiss before releasing it back to her hair.
Roxton could not resist the temptation any longer, he slowly ran his left hand down Marguerite's throat, and enjoyed the little hitch in her breath. Well, she hasn't stopped me yet, and it helps that Mari has settled more on Marguerite's right side, in order to cuddle into both of us. Let's see what she does when I, do this … Roxton began a gentle caress down Marguerite's neck, to her shoulder, then down the front of her shirt just above her left breast, then just low enough for the tip of his thumb to fondle her nipple and then back up to her shoulder. Marguerite's response to his caress each time was a soft contented sigh and a slightly arched back to raise her breast up for better access. He continued his ministration moving slightly lower each time, as he began his next admission of how he felt when he left the tree house; he knew each confession would hurt her, but hopefully his caresses would help dull the pain.
"Another feeling I felt that night was heartache, I was afraid I, too, had lost you! This also lead to my fear that you would not need me anymore; then to disappointment that you did not trust me enough or love me enough to allow me in on your precious secret. Then, I irrationally thought, if you did not feel you could share the knowledge of Mari with me, then maybe you did not want anymore children … not even with me." Roxton said the last bit while stroking the left side of Marguerite's bump, trying to ease Marguerite's erratic emotions, that her pregnancy hormones had obviously brought forth. Roxton's hand then ventured down inside her skirt, then between her legs, to cup her first, and then to send two of his fingers into her core.
"JOHNNNN!" softly hissed Marguerite as she arched back against him. "You … GOD … have … to … stop … MARI … GOD … GOD … please … please … please … GOD … GOD … I … want … you … but …PLEASE STOP!" moaned out Marguerite, as she quietly panted with want. Roxton withdrew, as Mari, began to stir in her mother's arms, and he shifted back against the tree they were laying against, a bit, to ease his own discomfort.
"Serves … you right … John," Marguerite saucily replied acknowledging his discomfort due to his slightly erect member, then to repay him for his incorrigible actions reached back and stroked him.
"Ah, Marguerite … you little … I was trying to settle down here …"
"God, John, I've missed you so much … I want you … I would have let … GOD … please … when we are safe and Mari is safe … you can ravish me all you want … I … John … I … we can't … loose … her … again … these BLOODY HORMONES …" cried Marguerite.
"I know, I know and we will NOT LOOSE her again!" asserted Roxton, as he laid his chin on Marguerite's left shoulder, in order to kiss her temple and inhale her scent. He left it there so he could continue to nuzzle and comfort her (and himself). Marguerite then took his left hand, placed it atop her thickening stomach, then intertwined their fingers together. She then took her pinky on her other hand, that was just above Roxton's hand, as they together held Mari, and linked it with his thumb.
"Is this how big you were with Mari, at this time?" mused Roxton.
"Mmmmm, about, and don't change the subject, you need to finish … what you started … you already tried that once … and look what almost happened!" softly retorted Marguerite with a slight hint of teasing added, so that Roxton knew she was not mad. She then laid her head back against Roxton's right shoulder, so his chin remained on her shoulder at the juncture of her neck, and her ear close to his mouth.
"One, more question, do you think she is small for her age? She's about eight now if I'm estimating correctly"
"Wellllll, she does seem a bit small, I'll admit, but … John … I avoid … I mean avoided children remember … they were just to painful to be around … they just served as constant reminders that she was not with me!" proclaimed Marguerite as she met Roxton's eyes. "However, she has been eating like a horse … AND HAS ALMOST put Finn to shame!" softly chuckled Marguerite.
"Where does it go, I wonder?" Roxton merrily replied, not expecting a response.
"Mummmm … daaaa … sssshhhh … I … twyyyy … swiippppp" drowsily slurred Mari, as she buried her head further into her mother's neck, then moved her once slack arms around her mother's waste to clutch her father's shirt around his torso. "Mussshhh … beta …" murmured Mari. Marguerite playfully, nudged Roxton in the side with her elbow, and gave him a side long look that said that if she wakes up its all your fault.
"And, she turned eight two months ago, so now you can continue," Marguerite playfully encouraged Roxton to continue his explanation on his abrupt departure. This isn't so bad, John's doing quite well making sure that it doesn't hurt too much (he knows me so well, which is comforting but also scary at the same time). IT DOES STILL HURT, but when I really look at it with his perspective, I can see where I might have left too, to clear my head. AND when I do meet these parents of mine that concocted THE PLAN to get me with child without him by my side … SO HELP THEM …
"Well, obviously the emotion that surged through me, was anger, and anger was what made me depart from the tree house that night. The hurt, disappointment, and loss just added to my anger. I was angry at so much, that it took me stomping around the jungle, which mind you was never more than half a days walk from the tree house, to figure out where it was all directed. It dawned me, that at first I was angry that you had a child with someone else, but then I realized that I COULD BE her father, that blood does not mean everything. Just look at our little makeshift family."
"Yes, we are, quite that aren't we," replied Marguerite, with a small grin that Roxton felt on his cheek.
"Yes, we are that, and it appears we will continue to grow," added Roxton as he caressed Marguerite's pregnancy bump.
"Continue John …" nudged Marguerite.
"Alright, anger … well it was also due to another secret you held, I so … want you to trust me … this was a BIG one, but as I stomped around … I realized that this one … if I did not respond right … could ruin us … if I hesitated when you told me … if you had told me before … you would take it as another rejection … I cannot say that I know everything about your life before the plateau, but I have learned enough to know that it wasn't easy for you. I can only imagine the loneliness you have felt, and that love and trust are not easy for you to give or receive. SO … if I did not respond well to her … because you obviously love her … then I would be rejecting you too. However, I know that my actions, prompted you to believe that I rejected you and Mari, and I realized it the day I returned to the tree house, mentally kicking and berating myself for my actions. AND if you can mentally picture those two, it is actually quite funny," Roxton finished the thought on a lighter note.
"I also know that I have a lot to make up for and would gladly do that for the rest of my life if you'll let me," continued Roxton just short of pleading his cause.
"Johnnnn …"
"You mean marry mummy?" interrupted a not so awake Mari but not so sleepy either, as her head jerked up from its earlier perch. "Like Zolopha and Riah's mum and dad?" pleaded Mari.
"Mariii, just because your daddy and I are not married does …" started Marguerite, but stopped when crocodile tears began to fall from her daughter's eyes. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"
"Buuutttt, tha … t's … what suppose to happen so … your not a ba…st…ard anymore," stuttered Mari.
"WHAT!" cried both parents as they tried to calm Mari down.
"Well, Dray, a mean boy, said … that if you don't have a mummy or daddy then you are an urchin, but I said that my mummy was coming for me … and he asked what about my daddy … and I said … my daddy didn't know about me yet … and he asked if my mummy and daddy were married … and I said I didn't know … and he said then I'm a bastard if you aren't married … then I went home and asked Grahm if you were married and she said no … and then I asked what a bastard was and she tried to explain … but I've heard people use the word in not so good a way … so its not good … and Dray and his friends tease me …"
"Oh, baby, oh GOD, I never wanted this for you, oh baby …" sobbed Marguerite as she held her daughter in a protective manner. Roxton too was doing his best to comfort his two ladies, he knew this had to be a sore spot for Marguerite and knowing her she would have done everything in her power to prevent the torment her daughter went through, by this Dray.
"Soooo, you see … mummmmy … you habe to mawwy dadddddy … so we awe noooo wongoo ba…st...oods … and daddddy you habe to mawwy mummmmy!" Mari whispered against her mother's shoulder, as her little body continued to shake.
"Marguerite …"
"No … John … don't … if you … are doing it … I …"
"Marguerite? Mari? I want to show you one of my treasures. May I? Mari, sweetheart, you will have to look up, and wipe your tears away, if you want to see it, and luv, you will have to lean up a bit," interjected Roxton.
As Marguerite leaned up a bit, Mari's head popped up again, and she began to wipe her tears away. "Treas…ure ... mum…my … like…s … treasure, mummy, daddy has treasure," hiccupped a now excited Mari, but it soon died down when her father pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket, instead of jewels. "Daddy, mummy likes jewels, not paper!"
"Well, I hope your mummy likes, this parchment, after all Mari, she wrote it," replied Roxton with a small chuckle, as he slowly waved the piece of paper in front of Marguerite. Marguerite's breath hitched a bit, when she realized what Roxton's treasure was. Oh, John! Oh, no, tears again! My love, you never cease to amaze me, but … "Mari, you can read, right?"
"Yes, I can read … daddy … I'm eight years old!"
"Then open it up, and see what's inside, then."
"Ok … it's writing …"
"Well, read it silly …"
"It says … Lady Marguerite Roxton … all over the page daddy? You're already married, to another person?"
"No, Mari, your mummy wrote that awhile back."
"Soooooooo, you guys are already married?!" squealed Mari.
"No … but I've kept hoping that your mummy would someday, make those words come true!"
"Have you asked her?"
"No not yet! Mari, I have to tell you something … your daddy tends to get himself into trouble with your mummy; so, when he's been really close to asking her, he ends up getting in trouble, first … can you believe your father!" Roxton playfully bantered with his daughter, and to his delight Mari played along.
"Welllll I'm sure it served him right, right mummy!?"
"Yes, it did! Now if you two would stop conversing as if I'm not here, I would really appreciate it, thank you."
"Soooo … mummmmy … if daddy asked you now … because he apologized why I was sleeping … ok, ok, pretending to sleep …" modified Mari, after her mother gave her a questioning look, that said I don't think you were asleep the whole time, "after you wiggled to much and prayed to God … PLEASE MUMMY, SAY YES!"
"Yes, Marguerite will you marry me!?"
"Mari, your father and I will talk about this later …"
"NOOOO … you'll talk about it now … daddy asked you to marry him … now … answer him!"
"Don't take that tone with me young lady!"
"Stop … stop … stop …"
"Avoiding"
"Yes, thank you daddy, stop avoiding the … the … the …"
"Subject"
"Yes, subject!"
"John, stop encouraging HER!"
"No, Marguerite, you either WANT TO MARRY ME OR YOU DON'T!"
"It's not that simple …" whispered Marguerite.
"Then explain it to me … us," pleaded Roxton.
"Yes, mummy … you love daddy … why not marry him," agreed Mari, as she placed her two hands on her mother's shoulders, in order to incline her body back from her mother's to make better eye contact with her.
Marguerite hesitated to answer … oh, you two … what am I going to do with you … how can I explain this so you both will understand … and I don't send you, Mari, back to the dogs … "Mari … love is not everything … no protesting, let me finish, ok … YES, I love your daddy very much … bu..t … I..'m scared … besides you, little one, I have never felt this way before …"
"Your scared of daddy?"
"Ye..s and no, I'm scared that if I ever loose your daddy I will never recover … see Mari, I was married before … actually four times … and they were never for love … or when I thought it was love … it never stayed that way … when I lost my other husbands … it never hurt … BUT if I ever lost you or your daddy … I don't think I my heart could ever be mended again."
"That's why you don't want to marry him … I don't understand mummy, so you want to unmarry me too?" softly replied Mari with disbelief written all over her face with tears beginning to form.
"No, sweetheart, I will never want to 'unmarry' you, shhhhh …" Marguerite uttered as she pulled her daughter close to her again, for a bear hug.
"Then why not marry daddy?"
"Yes, Marguerite why not marry me?"
"BECAUSE …" replied Marguerite as she ungracefully forced herself up, then handed Mari to Roxton, as she began to pace in front of them, while rubbing her thickened belly, "if you marry me … you will die … it's the 'black widow's curse' … don't you see John … we can't … I CAN'T BE THE CAUSE OF YOUR DEATH …" Roxton scrambled to his feet with Mari in his arms, and grabbed Marguerite to him. He began to sway with both his girls in his arms, to calm them.
"You will not be the cause of my death … you silly girl … things happen … your husbands' deaths were not your fault … I'm sure … of it … Don't you see if you don't marry me, I will eventually die of a broken heart, and we cannot have that, Mari and the baby need a father, and I need you as my wife. SO PLEASE MARRY ME? Don't think with your head, answer from your heart."
"Oh, John … y…e…s!" Marguerite huskily replied as she quickly and fervently began to kiss him passionately. Roxton slowly slid Mari to the ground, so he could embrace his beloved more easily. Dear God, thank you so much for my beloved's heart. Mari, where do you think you are going? Oh, dear … she's just announced to the whole camp that we are getting married. Is that laughter I feel coming from within Marguerite?
Marguerite and Roxton break from their kiss to release their laughter! "And here I thought my life with you would never be dull, but I never figured that it would be our daughter that added extra excitement to our daily lives. I guess we will have to watch what we say or do in front of her from now on, it appears she does not keep secrets well!" chuckled Roxton.
"John, just you wait … soon you'll have two little girls running around …" and with that Marguerite sauntered back toward the camp. Seconds later she heard an incredulous "WHAT?!" come from behind her and a hand pulling her back toward that source away from the camp.
"You mean we are having another girl? How do you know this? Does it have something to do with your Chosen One powers?"
Marguerite looked back toward the camp to make sure Mari returned safely, and she did right into Finn's lap then proceeded to pull Roxton further away were no lizards lurked. "It's almost like a whisper, it was the same feeling I had with Mari, plus that daughter of yours would not let me make any outfits that weren't purple or pink. John … my powers, chants, spells whatever you would call them are vigorously popping into my subconscious, as soft whispers, usually while I am sleeping. GOD, John I am such a mess!"
"But a beautiful one, at that!" replied Roxton as he softly pinned Marguerite up against a tree, and started to grind up against her. "Now, where were we, before, Mari, began to stir, and someone began to wither beneath me?" continued Roxton as he peeked around the tree to make sure the coast was clear.
"Well, I believe your hand was here," replied Marguerite as you placed his left hand on her lower juncture, and placed his right hand on her left breast. However, Roxton had other plans he slowly ran his right hand down her torso, and ran his left hand up to meet his right hand at her thickened stomach. He slowly began to unbutton her blouse, as he held his gaze with hers.
"I want to see," Roxton stated huskily, as he began to ravish Marguerite's lips with passionate kisses. He slowly ran both his hands up her torso, and released a primal growl into their mouths when he realized she was not wearing her camisole underneath the shirt, he felt Marguerite's grin against his mouth as they continued to passionately kiss. Marguerite's hands began their own assault by pulling his shirt from his pants to relieve him of it (they both liked skin to skin contact as they made love). She began to lower her campaign to Roxton's fly, but he pulled away from her lips, "not yet, not until I have had my fill of seeing, kissing, and cuddling our child!" With that said Roxton began to ravish Marguerite's neck, her shoulder then slowly down her torso with passionate, nipping kisses. He pulled her left leg over his thigh, as he dipped her further back against the tree. Roxton then embarked on his next plan of action by seizing her left breast into his mouth, and fondling the other with his left hand.
"JOHN … !" hissed Marguerite. She clutched Roxton's head in her left hand as her right hand ventured its way down to his left butt cheek, to give it a tweak. "JOHN … hurry … you can … ravish me later … but … we … can't …"
Getting her drift, Roxton descended down to her little bump, placed a tender kiss on it, then rubbed his five o'clock shadow against it, and then said "Mummy and daddy love you!" Roxton then ascended up Marguerite's torso with soft butterfly kisses to the areas he slowly passed before reaching her swollen lips. When he reached her lips, he gazed into her loving eyes that were brimming with tears, before capturing her lips for another zealous kiss.
"Not … much … time … hurry … JOHN … I'M … SO … WET … WITH … WANT!" gasped Marguerite between their passionate kisses. Roxton's hands began to hike up Marguerite's skirt, as hers were undoing the fly of his pants. As Marguerite released his engorged member from his britches, Roxton had her skirt hiked up around her waste, and his arm around her buttocks to boost her further up so his penis would have easier access to her core. Marguerite shifted Roxton's pants down just below the curve of his butt, then wrapped both of her legs around him, as he slid his aching member into her core.
"YES … OH, YES … JESUS"
"You are … SO WET …"
"PLEASE … JOHN … JUST FUCK … ME … I'M … SO … CLOSE … ALREADY …"
"I … DON'T … Want to … hurt you …"
"You won't … please … send me over … the edge … GOD … YOU FEEL SO … GOOD … I DON'T … KNOW … GOD … YESSSSSSSSSS … YESSSSSSSSSSS … YESSSSSSSSSS … DEEPER … HARDER … OH, RIGHT THERE … FASTER …" murmured Marguerite as she bit into his shoulder to silence her moans of ecstasy. Her world came crashing down around her, as her organism shattered around her. Roxton was not far behind her, as he captured her lips to quiet his own shouts of pleasure, as he too went over the edge as he sent his seed to her core.
"God … I love you so much … we have only been apart for a few days, yet I can't fathom how I survived without being one with you these past few days. God … it was like you were made just for me …"
"JOHN … NO … we can't … NOT … AGAIN …" but Roxton had other ideas at least his member did. "John … please … I beg you … we have … GOD DON'T STOP … PLEASE … GOD … I LOVE … feeling our skin against each other … my senses are so overloaded … please JOHN … YES, GOD FONDLE … ME … YES … right there … DAMN YOU … GOD … YESSSSSS … YESSSSSSSS … YESSSSSSSSSS" as Marguerite came once again, and Roxton soon followed.
After relishing in each others' afterglow for a bit, Roxton soon let Marguerite slip, down his body; however, before he began to button her shirt up, he opened it to again to gaze at her small pregnancy pump. "How did I miss this before? It's such a beautiful commodity, I can't wait for you to bloom some more!"
"John!" Marguerite replied as she shooed his hands away from her stomach in an incredulous manner. "As much as I love your gaze upon my ever growing stomach, we must get back, before Mari, or someone else comes to look for us."
"Alright, if we must, but … you Miss Krux soon to be Lady Roxton … are absolutely delicious … and if I had my way … you would not be able to move for days if I were aloud to have my way with you!" lustfully teased Roxton as he buttoned up Marguerite's shirt up, with a twist of foreplay to it. "Besides someone was easily pleasured tonight, my, my how pregnancy has overloaded somebody's senses!"
"JOHN … I don't know … I must say that I never would have imagined … that a man of your mature stature … had stamina that a young buck would give his right arm for …" Marguerite cheekily replied as she zipped Roxton's fly and began to slowly button his shirt back up too. Roxton nipped at her neck as he slowly slid her skirt back down over her magnificent hips.
"Have I told you today that you are the most beautiful, desirable woman, I have ever met and that you have captured my heart for all eternity?!"
"Not in those exact words, but yes you have said something to those words, today and almost everyday. I don't think I will ever tire of your praises! Now, let's head back to camp, to our little munchkin and family before they come looking for us," and with that said and some hesitation on Marguerite's part they walked back to camp hand in hand."
Author's Note:
Sorry for the wait, but I have to inform you that it will be a longer wait for the next chapter, two reasons. Summer vacation is over and now I have to work on kids' reports, yuck! The other reason, writer's block. I know how I want this story to go, just getting there is taking a while. I have ideas for Avalon, but getting them there is the hurtle I am dealing with right now. Please be patient. I will attempt to get the next chapter up within the next month.