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"Adelle, Darling," Seth calls out as he walks into their bedchambers of their little home in the woods.
"Leave me alone," she says as she lays in their pretend marital bed, naked and recently abused by her husband, tears were staining the pillow case. "Go away!" she yells out as Seth makes his way over to their bed dressed in his work attire.
"Aw, Princess," he says stroking her cheek. "Is that any way to talk to your husband? Or the father of your unborn child," he says with a smile surprising Adelle that he had even known that she was with child from his constant abuse and assault through the nights and days that they had been together. Her courses failed to arrive in the monthly time and she knew something was not right with her body and she realized that she was with child when the sickness began to arrive. "I'm going to take care of you and our child," he says stroking her cheek as she choked on her sobs. "Don't cry, Beautiful," he says. "You're a woman now and soon to be a mother," he says placing his hand on the swell of her stomach. "It will do you well to get some rest while I am away at work."
"You're horrid," she snapped at him removing his hand from her stomach. "You're a horrid man."
"Aw, you have not seen horrid. Roman Reigns will see horrid when we come face to face again," he says. "He took what was mine and I will get back what belongs to me. Della is my wife as much as you're my wife. I wouldn't call me horrid you'll learn to love me," he says with a promise which made Adelle sob harder. She wanted freed from Seth Rollins. She wanted to be away from him as soon as she could but he had too many guards on her it wasn't worth the risk. She was unable to gather the poison to kill him because every guard watched her every move, followed her everywhere and even watched her bathe. She had no freedom and no way to escape from the man she despised as much as she had wished to.
"How do you know I am with child?" she questioned looking at him through her tears. "How do you know?"
"Ah, I am a physician. I see women with child on a daily basis. I could tell by the swell of your breasts, the shape of your hardened nipple," he smiles. "I could tell by the sensitivity of your vagina and the swell of your stomach. You would have never been able to hide it from me," he says with a smile. "I'm going to work. I will be home I wish to have dinner on the table for me when I arrive but I expect you to rest and take care of yourself and our child," he says making her shiver at the thought of being pregnant with his child. It was the spawn of Satan himself. "Don't try to escape. My guards are under strict orders to kill you if you try," he warns. "Am I clear?"
"Yes," she says through her sobs. "You're clear."
"Very good," he says. "I love you, Beautiful," he says leaning down kissing her softly before he departs for the day leaving her to cry in her own misery. Adelle rose to her feet and grabbed a dressing robe from her bed post before making her way over to the wardrobe in the room to find a gown to wear for the day.
She dressed herself in a royal blue skirt and a white blouse. She styled her dark hair into a low bun before the rush of sickness came over her. She was miserable there was no denying that she wasn't happy. She had lost her glow and her will to want to survive. She wished more than anything she would die before they found Della or that she would be rescued soon but with Seth's guards she knew it would never happen. Adelle stepped out of her bedchambers after her daily morning sickness and made her way to the kitchen where a meal had been prepared for her. She turns her nose up at it and pushes it away before drinking the milk. She had no appetite and anything she ate never lasted long before she was sick again. "I brought you some crackers," says one of the guards as he stands next to the table. "And ginger tea."
"Thank-you," she says with a smile. He was not a bad looking man. He was rather quiet and he seemed to steer away from Seth. He wasn't like the other guards he cared for Adelle, checked on her and made sure she was doing well after Seth's assaults on her. She knew she could trust him which is why he was the first to know that she was with child. He was probably nearly 30 years old with blue crystal eyes, dirty blonde hair and a little stubble of a beard growing on his face. He never smiled much but when she saw him smile he had the most adorable dimples. He was handsome, too handsome and too kind to work for someone like Seth Rollins. Adelle didn't understand why he would work for him the payoff must have been nice.
"How are you feeling today?" he asks her taking a seat next to her.
"I'm nauseous," she answers before sipping her tea. "Thank-you."
"You're welcome," he says with a soft smile showing off his dimple. "I take it he found out you're with child?"
"He guessed," she says sadly. "I thought I would have time to escape before he found out now he's going to be worse with me and the security. I'm never going to be free am I?" she asks with sadness in her voice, tears burning her beautiful blue eyes. They were the color of diamonds. "What am I going to do? I can't have a child with that man he will destroy it like he destroyed me," she says.
"That's why I am going to do my best to get you out of here," he says surprising her. "We're going to get you out of here," he says with promise.
"How can I trust you? What if you're trying to trick me? He will kill me before I am free."
"Because I don't work for Seth," he announces.
"Yet you're here working for him," she points out.
"No, he thinks I work for him. I am employed by another," he says with a smile. "A man that wishes for you to be free and I have promised him I would help you escape without harm."
"I don't even know your name," she says. "How do I know if I can trust you?"
"I'm Dean Ambrose," he introduces himself, "but my friends call me Ambrose," he says extending his hand to her.
"Ambrose, it's nice to meet you," she says shaking his hand in return. She felt the electricity burn between them as their skin touched. He smiles at her letting her know he felt the same spark as she did. Their blue eyes met and Adelle shyly turned away as she felt her stomach flutter. "Who do you work for?"
"Roman Reigns," he says. "He's a good friend of mine. He has hired me to protect you and make sure you're safe against the evils of Seth Rollins. We're going to free you from that monster."
"But how?" she asks.
"We're working on it," he says, "but this is for you," he says delivering a piece of paper to her. She smiles as she takes it from him. She opens it to see her sister's writing in French telling her to remain strong and promising her she's okay. She reads more of the letter that talks of Roman and Della looking to save her from Seth Rollins promising to find her and rescue her to take her to America with them. Tears fill her eyes as she reads the rest of the letter. She folds it and holds it to her heart. She misses Della so much and her family. "We're going to get you out of here," he promises.
"I hope so, Ambrose," she says. "I hope so."
"We will," he promises, "but we have to remain secretive about it. Seth cannot find out or he will have both our heads. We need to be careful but we will get you out of there. First you need to destroy that letter and if you wish I can deliver a letter to Roman. He knows where you are it's a matter of making sure you're safe."
"He's in Italy, how would you even see him?"
"We have our ways of communication. I will deliver a letter to Della for you if you wish."
"Please," she says with a smile. "Thank-you." She hands him the letter and he tosses it into the fire to eliminate the evidence of her communication with Della not only to protect Adelle but to protect Della as well. They cannot risk them finding Della or finding out that Dean is Seth's enemy. It wouldn't be good for any of them. Adelle could see in Dean's eyes that he was being sincere and that she could trust him.
"My pleasure, Adelle," he says with a soft smile making her stomach flutter again. "Drink your tea and eat your crackers then you need to rest for your child. Despite the fact that Seth is the father of your unborn you will love it no matter who the father is. You need to rest for your child."
"I will," she says with a smile before he stands up and takes on his duties to be Adelle's guard through Seth's orders while pulling the wool over his eyes.
Meanwhile in Italy the sun was beating down on the back of Lord Roman Reigns or as he had recently become known as Farmer Reigns or Reigns as everyone called him as he was digging in the dirt to plant some crops. The sun was hot and the sweat was glistening over his firm body. His muscles flexed as he slammed the shovel into the ground to dig out more dirt. He stops to wipe his brow as Della watches him in the fields. He was in shape she couldn't deny her husband was one of the hottest most good looking men in the world. Italy had been treating him well, his tan skin darker from the Italian sun and working in the fields and out on the farm. He threw away his fancy clothes, his fancy breeches and classy shirts for overalls and pants sewn together by his wife and no shirt. His long dark hair often in a bun or a low ponytail, his face showing some stubble most days and others clear and soft, Reigns' eyes met Della's soft blue crystal eyes as he stood in the sun. He smiles at the sight of his wife. "Do you enjoy the view?" he asks with a smile.
"I wouldn't prefer another," she says with a smile as she comes to him. He rests the shovel against the post and opens his arms for his wife. She walks into his embrace, his sweat soaking her gown that had become too small for her. "Good morning," she greets him with a soft kiss.
"Morning? It's well after noon," he says with a smile.
"You didn't wake me when the rooster crowed?" she asks still in his embrace.
"You sleep so peacefully," he says. "I wasn't going to wake you. You needed to rest. Are you feeling any better?" he asks.
"A little better," she says. "Thanks for allowing me to rest."
"You're welcome, Moon of My Life," he says making her smile. "I love you."
"I love you too," she says with a smile. "It's hot out here," she says, "but you look good."
"Thanks," he smiles keeping his arm wrapped around her. "And I'm all yours."
"Forever," she says with a smile. "Did Ambrose find Adelle?" she asks.
"He's working for Rollins, he's in. Rollins is an imbecile," he states. "He hired Ambrose right away. He says that it's going to be tough to get Adelle freed from Rollins because he has many guards on her and he shackles her often. It's going to be difficult but Ambrose and I are going to work together to get her safe."
"Poor Adelle," says Della as Roman felt her uneasiness. "She's been through so much. We need to save her soon."
"We're going to do the best that we can," he says. "And then we're going to go to America and start a brand new life together leaving this all behind us."
"Are you going to kill Rollins?" she asks, her blue eyes full of wonder.
"I wish to unless your sister takes care of the task first," he smiles. "According to Ambrose she is plotting a way to kill Seth."
"I would imagine so, I would take that dagger to his heart over and over again and to his throat," she says.
"I think many would," he says, "I have plans for us tonight," he announces.
"Really? What are your plans?" she asks.
"Oh you'll see," he says with a smile, "but I'll never get to them if I don't finish this."
"All right," she says. "I will let you get back to work. Love you," she says.
"Love you too," he says kissing her lips softly. "Tonight."
"Tonight," she repeats before she allows him to get back to work she watches him as he starts his work. She smiles at her husband's gorgeousness, he is much different now that they are married and happy together. He's less stressed and easier going.
Later that evening after Roman had finished his work, he cleaned himself up while Della was being dressed by her maid. "That's a beautiful dress," says Della as she looks at the red ball gown in her maid's hand. "Where are we going?" she asks knowing that the chances of her and Roman venturing out to a place that required such a beautiful gown were slim to none. Reigns didn't live that life anymore. He was nothing more than a farmer that provided the village with food and milk. He had very little coin so Della was confused on how he was able to afford a ball gown with such beauty. It was a red strapless ball gown that fell to her ankles and a red shawl to cover her shoulders.
"Reigns did not say," says her maid as she laces up Della's bodice. "This is tight, Madame Reigns," she says looking at her breasts spilling over the top of the bodice that once fit like a glove even in the stomach area it was snug, too snug it made Della uncomfortable. "Madame, when is the last time you bled?" she asks her.
"My course have yet to arrive," she answers biting her lip.
"You're with child," says the maid with a smile. "Reigns will be happy."
"You cannot tell him," says Della. "I want to tell him. I am pleased to be with his child."
"I'm pleased there will be a little one for me to tend to," she says with a smile. "Allow me to loosen your bodice," she says as she loosens the bodice, tying it loosely for Della to be comfortable but once Della had the red ball gown on her she was uncomfortable again. It was too tight, too snug she could hardly breathe and her breasts were plump and swollen spilling over the top of the perfect ball gown. She smiled as the maid slid on the red gloves after styling her hair into a tight braided bun at the nape of her neck. She put a red silk mask over her face making Della smile more. She had wished to go to a masquerade ball and Reigns was making sure it would happen in the privacy of their home. She smiled as she made her way to her husband.
Roman's eyes glisten with pride and love as he sees his wife appear in the foyer of their home dressed in the ball gown he bought for her. He was dressed in a suit with white shirt sleeves and a red bow tie around his neck. His long hair pulled into a ponytail showing off his handsome face. Della returns his smile with a smile of her own. Roman comes to her extending his hand. "You look beautiful," he says wearing a red silk mask of his own. He kisses her gloved hand and bows to her as she curtseys to him.
"What is all this?" she asks as he brings her into what could be used as a ball room, the furniture pushed aside.
"Well, you told me you always wished to go to a masquerade ball so I created one for you," he says with a smile. "I thought you may enjoy it."
"I do, My Sun and Stars," she says with a smile. "It's perfect."
"Like you," he smiles before he embraces her. He hums a toon as they begin to dance in the middle of their sitting room. She smiles back at him and rests her head on his shoulder as they dance through the evening enjoying each other's company. It was one of the most romantic nights Della had enjoyed aside from their first meeting in the garden and their wedding night.
"What did you think?" asks Roman as he and Della sit by the fire in their sitting room. Roman sits behind her, his arms wrapped around her as she leans into his chest.
"I thought it was a beautiful night. Are all masquerades like that?" she asks.
"I think ours was better than most," he smiles. "I prefer two people than thousands," he says, "and no lonely maidens trying to win my heart because I am with the one girl that could win my heart." Della smiles as she plays with his wedding band. "And it will be yours forever."
"I love you," she says with a smile. "I'm the happiest I have ever been with you."
"I'm happy too," he says with a smile as he lays a soft kiss on her neck. "When will we be joined by our little?" he asks placing his hand on her swollen stomach.
"How did you know?" she asks with a smile placing her hand over his.
"Della, I know every inch of your body, every inch. Your breasts are swelling, you're sick nearly all the time and your stomach is beginning to swell and if I remember your courses never arrived," he smiles. "Let's get you out of that dress," he says with a smile. He leans her forward relieving her of the snugness of her dress.
"Are you happy?" she asks.
"Ecstatic," he says, "I wish I had more time just you and me but I'm happy," he says kissing her lips softly. "I want to take you to meet my mother," he says.
"Why? That's not safe and I'm just a farmer's daughter."
"You're my wife," he says with pride. "The woman I love from now until the day I die. You're everything to me, my happiness, my sky, my stars, my sun, my moon, my life, everything the sun rises with you and sets with you. You're everything," he says making her smile, "and the mother of my unborn child. My mother would be glad to meet you. I want to ask her to come to America with us. I can't leave her behind," he says.
"But I'm not truly your wife," she says linking their fingers on her stomach.
"In my heart truly," he says, "forever and always. Della, will you please meet my mother."
"Will she like me, am I good enough for you?" she asks.
"You're everything to me, you're more than good enough," he says. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me in my life. I didn't know how to live until I met you."
"But I made you a farmer," she says. "You had a title."
"I don't need a title when I have you. I'd rather be a farmer and married to you than a lord married to someone that will never have my heart, never make me happy and know me the way you do. You don't like me as a farmer?" he asks.
"I love you as you," she says with a smile. "I love everything about you and I'm happy that you and I created a life together. If it pleases you to meet your mother than I will meet your mother but what if they label me an adultress and they want to behead me?"
"My mother would never do that," he says. "You'll be safe, you will always be safe with me," he promises her. "Every day from now until forever, always."
*A/N: What did you think? What about the introduction of Dean Ambrose, was that a surprise? Please tell me your opinions. Please review and thank-you for reading.