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Chapter 38 – Eggs-aspiration's a Bitch

BELLA

The girl Edward had brought home was quiet. At least she was at first. When he said he was headed back to the beach, she started to follow him and he stopped her. "Your brother isn't expecting you. You need to stay with Bella, and she can show you around when the sun is up. Maybe even get you a bed made," he said, and then I watched as he grimaced slightly and then walked over and pulled me into his arms, kissing me soundly. "I'll be back soon," he said and climbed the ladder out of the cave. Chauncey watched him all the way up.

I helped her make a bedroll and set her up by the fire for the night. I hoped we could find her a room far away from mine and Edward's, so we could still have our private time. I was not thrilled about her being here, but I would make the best of it. I was sure Edward wouldn't have brought the girl here if he hadn't been forced to. Besides, I didn't figure a woman on a pirate ship was such a good idea. It was for that very reason I was staying hidden.

I was woken later that night to Edward sliding into bed behind me. His hand cupped my breast, and he kissed my neck. I ground back a little into him, and his grip tightened on me. "You tired, baby?" I asked.

His worn eyes looked down at me as he kissed my lips softly. "I love it when you call me that," he said rolling me over and settling between my legs, grinding down into me. He kissed my neck while pulling down my shirt.

"They think we're married, don't they?" I asked. He looked up at my face worried. "It's fine. It's for the best," I said pulling him down to kiss me.

"Would you be completely opposed to the idea?" he asked in a whisper, as if he didn't want me to hear.

I just smiled. "Let's get home where it's an option, before we discuss it."

He nodded, kissing my lips softly then falling into the mattress next to me. He pulled me back against him, nuzzling into my neck, kissing it softly.

"Tease," I mumbled.

He snickered. "Believe me, I wish I wasn't."

The next morning, I got up and tucked the sheet around Edward, so he could get some more sleep. I headed for the cave entrance and shifted the metal reflector so it would light up the cave, then stoked the fire and started the water for some morning tea. I grabbed Jacob's sippy cup and went to milk the goat. I filled his bottle and then squirted the rest into the mixing bowl. I walked over to the makeshift counter Edward had made and set the bowl down, looking at the food I had set out.

We had harvested the corn and green beans. There was some squash, peas, peppers and tomatoes as well. I thought I would make a special breakfast, so I ground up some of the grain and then gathered the eggs. I made my sort-of pancakes, and then I coated them in egg and fried them up, sort of like French toast. I was impressed with my invention and was excited about Edward getting a chance to try it out with some of the honey I'd collected.

I heard Jacob wake up, so I went and changed his diaper and gave him his sippy cup. When we came out of his room, I was shocked to find Chauncey was up and had actually eaten all of the French pancakes. I stopped, stunned. I had made seven pancakes, and they were all gone.

"Where's the food?" I asked.

"What food?" she asked.

"The breakfast I made. It was right there on the counter."

"Oh, I thought that was just messed-up food to feed to the chickens. I got rid of it for you," she said smugly and pointed to the hens now picking apart my breakfast creation I'd worked hard on this morning. It was thrown on the ground like garbage. I was doing my best to keep my cool. I tried very hard to believe it was just a misunderstanding.

"So, what's for breakfast?" she smirked. She had some nerve.

"It was French pancakes, but now it's going to be plain eggs," I said annoyed.

"So, where's the milk?" she asked, motioning toward Jacob's sippy. I pulled him closer to me instinctively.

"There is no more, at least not until later today."

"Why?"

"Because Jacob gets most of the morning milk, and I used the rest to make breakfast, which you fed to the chickens!" I snapped. "We only have one milk goat that's young, so she doesn't put out a lot."

"Well, you should get more milk goats then."

"Right, let me get right on that. Oh wait, I'm stuck on an island, so I can't just ride down to the stockyard and pick some up!"

"Geez, you're bitchy," Chauncey griped. God, this wasn't working out. So far this morning, I'd just wanted to hit her.

Oliver woke up, listening to our discontent and decided to investigate Chauncey. He swooped down several times, poking at her and pulling her hair. I could have scolded him and made him stop, but I didn't. Maybe I was being a little bitchy, but she'd just wasted my morning's hard work, chucking it to the chickens like rubbish. It wasn't that I didn't love my girls, but I knew they preferred bugs to pancakes. We would've had plenty of bugs for them to have filled up on when we found Chauncey's room, but now the hens were full. Really, it would be a waste all around. Stupid girl.

Sam made his way out and sat down next to me, eyeing her warily as she sat braiding and unbraiding her long dark hair primly while pointedly ignoring me. I patted his head and gave him a piece of dried fish. I decided to fry up some plantains in coconut oil, and Ollie tried to sneak a piece or two. I finally just chopped him up his own fruit and pushed it to the side for him. "These ones are for you, Ollie, right here," I said pointing to his pile of plantain pieces. He whooped in thanks and snapped up a few pieces of fruit, then swung back up over Chauncey's head to enjoy his spoils.

I smirked as I watched chewed pieces of drool-covered plantain dripping down into her hair, but I didn't say a word. I just smiled at Jacob on the ground next to me, trying to pass off my mirth as being enthralled by my son.

Chauncey figure out something was dripping into her hair, screaming in disgust when she figured out what it was. "OH, MY GOD! That's just disgusting! Get away from me, you little rat!" she screamed and picked up a rock from the cave floor and hurled it at Ollie. She really shouldn't have done that.

"Hey, he's just a baby!" I scolded. "Don't you dare throw stuff at him!"

"Stop throwing shit!" Polly squawked just as I saw Ollie leaning over, fingering his butt.

"That disgusting little monster drooled in my hair!"

"Because he's a baby!"

"I have to get out of here! Where do you wash up?"

"The waterfall, but as long as the pirates are here, we're confined to the cave, you can't leave."

"Well, you're not the boss of me, you can't tell me to do anything," she spat hatefully at me. Ollie looked like he was starting to strain a little. Oh, god, this was going to be war.

I was really ready to just beat the shit out of this girl myself.

"Enough! Can't a man sleep around here?" Edward said groggily, stumbling over to me and wrapping me up in his arms. He leaned down and rested his head on my shoulder, and Chauncey looked him up and down appreciatively. "Eggs?" he asked confused. "I thought we'd sworn off plain eggs?"

"Well, we did, but Ms. Chauncey over there decided to feed our breakfast to the chickens, while I took care of Jacob this morning, leaving us with nothing but eggs," I complained.

He looked up at Chauncey. "You like eggs?"

She shrugged in response. He let out a huff. "We try and stay away from the eggs, since that's all we've had for months now, so if you want eggs instead of pancakes, we'd thank you not to waste our food and make your own damn breakfast," he grumped surprising me. I had forgotten how rude and gruff Edward could be.

He picked up Jacob and sat down where we usually ate, waiting for me to bring over the food. I smiled, kissing his lips softly as I passed him his plate with some food on it for Jacob as well. He smiled at me and winked, letting me know his anger wasn't directed at me.

Jacob bounced in his lap, excited to eat.

"How's my big boy this morning?" Edward asked sweetly. It made me see how different he was with us compared to others, and I loved him for it.

"Whatever," Chauncey huffed rudely and stood up to stomp off. Just as she turned, Ollie took aim and hit her dead on with a handful of smelly retribution, splattering her face and hair full of soft wet monkey shit.

"Stop throwing shit!" Polly squawked. Ollie just squealed and chattered excitedly as Chauncey stood there screaming obscenities at him. I quickly covered Jake's ears, trying my best to hold in my giggles. I looked up at Edward, and he was slumping over, vibrating with suppressed laughter.

I think Ollie might have just gained back a little of Edward's favor.

EDWARD

I went back down to the beach after breakfast. I needed to make sure my patient was recovering from the surgery. Just as I stepped into the camp, I could see a ruckus starting. A few of the men were fighting. I noticed one of them was Chauncey's brother. The guy he was fighting wanted to know where she was, but the tone of his thoughts was not sinister. From what I could tell, this guy was worried about her. He should have been, as I was pretty sure Bella could only take so much more of her bad attitude.

I walked into my makeshift operating room and switched out the injured man's bag of fluid. I checked his leeches, and they seemed to be doing good work, so I removed a couple of them and put them in a dish, just in case I needed to use them again.

A few minutes later, the guy who had been fighting with Beau was brought in. I went right to work on him. He probably would've died if I hadn't been around to sew him up. Beau was lethal. I couldn't imagine the captain was happy about having another wounded hand. Speaking of which, he came storming in. "What the hell is going on in here?" he shouted directing his words at my patient.

I worked quietly, letting the discussion go on around me.

"He can't take her from me! He's hidden her, Sir! He took Chauncey off and hid her!" the man I was sewing up shouted back.

"On my orders! She was a troublemaker and you know it," Captain Tagger complained. "I will not have her on my ship. She's being marooned here with the doctor."

"No, you can't leave her here!" he started freaking out.

"Settle down, you're going to tear your stitches," I said pushing him back down on the table they'd brought in last night. This guy's thoughts were freaking out, because he was in love with Chauncey. Too bad she didn't return his affections. From what I could tell from her thoughts, she liked to seduce men to get what she wanted. She was sadly mistaken that this method would work on me as well. The only one able to seduce me was Bella.

Of course, speak of the devil and she would appear. I was surprised to hear my love's voice yelling for me and cursing coming from Chauncey. Bella was pulling her by the hair into the pirate's camp. Several of the pirates perked up at the girls' appearance, and I was grateful for Beau quickly telling them, "Hands off the doctor's family."

It was then that I put my last quick stitch into the lovesick fool and ran out to meet them. Bella had Jacob on her back and a handful of Chauncey's hair gripped firmly in her fist. She shoved her forward. "She can't stay. The bitch is not going to survive with me on this island."

Somehow, I had seen this coming.

I quickly wrapped my arms around Bella, checking her over to make sure she was okay. It was then I saw a teary-eyed Jacob crying on her back, with a huge, dark-red hand mark across his little face. I gently touched him and kissed his face. He burst into sobs, crying for Da-Da. I spun around and glared down at Chauncey. "You raised a hand to my SON? You're lucky I was raised right and don't hit women, or I'd tear you apart!" I snapped my eyes to Captain Tagger, "I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't stand for this. She can't stay!" I grabbed my Bella's arm and started out of camp. Of course, I should've known it wouldn't be that easy. We were quickly surrounded under the captain's orders, and he grabbed Chauncey roughly, throwing her on the ground in front of us.

"She's staying with you!" Captain Tagger commanded. "This little whore has caused enough trouble on my ship!"

His mind flickered to her doing several obscene things to him and how pissed he was to find her doing it to a few of the other shipmates as well. When she vomited a few days ago, he suspected she was pregnant, but there was no telling who the father was. Apparently, Chauncey was a flirty whore who had been trying to get into the Captain's pants for a while now.

"I can't keep a pregnant woman on the island. Even with what you have here, I don't think I could safely deliver the baby." Everyone's eyes shot to me.

The captain grimaced. He hadn't wanted that to get out. The man I'd just sewn up was quickly at Chauncey's side. "We're having a baby?" he asked in awe, and I felt kind of bad for him.

Chauncey, the bitch she was, shoved him away. "No, you idiot, get away from me."

The man looked up at me, sad and confused. Beau looked ready to kill someone, namely the guy who wanted the baby. The captain put his hand out, stopping him. "Beau, your sister hasn't been pure for a long time, so you need to just settle down. This little bitch has been wreaking havoc, not because no one is fucking her, but because everyone is, and the little whore was even fucking me! So don't start! We didn't rape her; she came to us. She wanted it." He turned and caressed Chauncey's face. "Ain't that right, sugar, you like riding your captain." She smiled in response. She actually loved him, but she had screwed everything up by fucking half the crew, or maybe more. "The problem is, she's having a little bastard, and no one knows who the fuck the father is."

"Sir, if I may interject," I politely tried to interrupt. "I'm sure there are several homes for pregnant mothers in the port town of Houston, the size of it would suggest so. I'm sure she could get into one of those, where she'd be safe, and there she could have a healthy and safe delivery," I said looking at Beau, "And as for finding out who the father is, that would only take a DNA sample to clear that up."

"Will you all shut up! I'm not pregnant!" she shouted.

The captain shook his head. "She's in denial. I know the signs. She isn't the first whore I've laid with."

"Well, I can clear this up quite easily. Chauncey, would you step into my office?"

She smiled and winked at me, and I grimace at her thoughts. She really was a whore. "Bella, would you please assist?" I asked not wanting to be alone with this girl.

Bella nodded and surprised me by handing our son to Captain Tagger. She followed me into the tent and grimaced at the sight of my other patient. "Is he alive?" she asked nervously.

"Barely, but yes." I directed Chauncey to climb up on the table and held Bella in my arms, trying to block out the sick thoughts Chauncey was thinking. "I don't have the appropriate tests, so I'm going to just check your cervix. If it's closed, you're most likely pregnant or suffering from a bad infection. Either way, if it's closed, you'll need to go to a real OB/GYN and get checked out."

She rolled her eyes at me. I snapped on my gloves, not thrilled about what I was going to do. Once I checked her, I got out of there fast. "Closed," was all I said, and apparently the guys outside the tent had been listening, because I heard a bunch of swearing.

I stepped outside, followed by Bella. We were watching the pirates react, and the captain was swearing as well. Next thing I knew, Jacob shouted, "Bathsard!" My eyes widened, Bella's narrowed and the captain smiled.

He started laughing. "You got a right funny boy here, doc," he said handing me my son.

I took him proudly. Bella continued to glare at me. "What? When you use the word in the appropriate context, it's not considered swearing," I defended.

She rolled her eyes at me, and I kissed her cheek. The captain patted her shoulder. "Sorry, Ma'am, I know most mothers look down on raw language like that."

"Yes, well, fathers should, too, but I see that's not going to happen," she said still glaring at me.

"Ah, baby," I whined not wanting her to be upset.

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Fine, you can make it up to me tonight."

I kissed her soundly on the lips, and she headed back into the jungle. "I'm just going to walk her back home."

The captain nodded his head in agreement, and I hurried Bella away from the pirates.

The less they saw of her, the better.

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