A/N: Thanks for the reviews. AC: I love you reviews and I don't care at all that they're short.
To Leonardo D loves me: I'm glad to liked it. I feel like Ruth is often misjudged. I mean it was common in those times for women in her society (and not only in hers) to find their daughters suitable husbands. She certainly only did what she thought best. This doesn't make her monster or anything.
To Nothingagainst: Don't worry, I like happy endings as well.
Robert Osborne had listened to Mrs Pearson and Mr Lindsay talking with suspicion the past days. He knew that this meant nothing good, for the two of them put together was even worse than both alone. This would lead to trouble and he felt sorry already for everybody they would for sure bring into debts.
"You're kind of funny," he heard her laughing through the open door, stepping forward pushing it open to reveal his presence, "Ah, Robert, I'm sure you remember Mr Lindsay?"
Of course he did. He hated that pompous jerk not only, because he was rich and selfish, but he was treading on his territory. Mary Pearson would be nothing without him.
Roger turned around faking a smile; both greeted the other one with an icily nod.
"Mr Lindsay and I here were discussing some business, you know," she started to explain.
"I can imagine," Robert said rolling his eyes.
He detested this man with a passion.
"I just wanted to tell you that Lord Davenport had called," he added looking at Roger Lindsay, who came about as a little nervous. At least in Robert's opinion.
Lord Davenport, once a member of the British Parliament, had retired a few years ago and was now living in Boston. He was one of the best customers they had.
"He wanted to know, if Hannah would be free tonight."
"Of course she will."
"Well then I'm going to tell him," Robert got out about to leave again, but she stopped him.
"I'm telling him myself. I've to ask him something else."
Both men watched her extend the room, having to admit that she was quite beautiful for her age. Her hair was buttoned up and she didn't look at all like someone, who would run a brothel.
No wonder she was so successful.
When she was gone, out of eavesdrop, Robert's patience began to crack.
Roger Lindsay, playing the diplomat once more, pretended like he didn't notice.
"She's for sure a nice woman, isn't she? And so ladylike, don't you think so?"
Robert gave him a look, which he was certain the other one couldn't misunderstand. There were a lot of adjectives he would describe Mrs Mary Pearson as, but certainly ladylike wasn't one of them.
"I realize that you're not very fond of me, but believe me I'm not interested in her as a person. As she you told already we're doing trade together, nothing more. I'm married, you know," Roger added in a sickly sweet voice.
Frankly he couldn't care less about this man, however, he was worried a bit that he might destroy their plans out of childish envy. Mary Pearson had told him that he needn't worry, but still Roger didn't feel comfortable.
That doesn't mean anything.
Most men coming here were married actually.
"I don't mind at all," Robert got out leaving Roger alone.
He simply couldn't stand the presence of this man.
Rose had begun to notice slight changes in her husband's behaviour. Jack seemed to be kind of nervous and even aggressive sometimes, yet at the same time he was tired and not quite himself.
"Jack, can I ask you something?"
He had closed his eyes as it was already late and they had for once a moment alone.
"Sure," he mumbled instantly remembering Ruth.
"Are you happy with me?" she choked out being angry with herself the time she had spoken out the words.
This wasn't what she had wanted to ask him. She knew that he was.
Great Rose, now you're never getting to hear the truth.
He was looking tired again and there was something around him that was…worrying her, even scaring her.
Maybe he was just working too much?
"Of course I'm," Jack told opening his eyes and touching her cheek.
He sat up and put his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
"Why would you even ask?" he wondered.
"It's just that…I…you know we hadn't gotten much time lately…together I mean and I simply…," she stammered looking up at him unsure of herself suddenly.
"You thought I could be attracted by some other woman?" he finished for her.
Like Rose, Jack felt that she had wanted to know something else, but he wasn't prepared for this talk now.
Rose is your wife. Shouldn't you tell her what's bothering you?
There wasn't anything to talk about really.
It was only a bad headache he was heaving, albeit a very heavy one.
'You need to tell her, Mr Dawson. She deserves to know the truth.'
If Ruth Dewitt Bukater had noticed something, she certainly did as well.
Which truth?
There was nothing wrong with him.
You look tired, Jack. Is everything alright with you?
However, somehow, the words wouldn't come out. They had so little time together that Rose didn't want to spoil it now.
Undoubtedly Jack would tell her himself, if there was something she needed to know.
"Why yes…yes I was," Rose lied, Jack grinning at her, at the same time ignoring his inner voice that told him to be honest to her.
He started to kiss her neck and Rose soon gave in letting him push her down on her back. Soon her worries were driven into the back, though not totally forgotten.
Ella was standing in their bedroom, still not believing what she had just heard from her doctor. She really was pregnant.
Pregnant…
I'm too young for a child.
There was nothing she could do about it now though. She had finally reached her destiny. For sure this wouldn't be her only child, many would follow.
She heard the door open and slowly her husband waltzed in. Roger still had Mary Pearson and Robert Osborne on his mind and wasn't at all prepared for such a gloomy look wife.
Her aunt had thought she was ill at first, before she had told her. Ella knew that she must've come across as totally sick, with her face all white and her hands shaking.
'Ah, that's wonderful news, my dear,' Lettice had exclaimed, hugging her.
Now everything would be alright and nothing could break up the marriage.
Ella pushed the awkward feeling aside as he began to kiss her and slowly undress her.
"I'm with child," she told him in a rush.
Roger was taken aback for a minute. Despite knowing that this was what would supposedly happen, if wasn't at all prepared for it.
At least he would get his heir, even if not with the woman he wanted to.
Not knowing what else to do he took her into his arms, kissing her hair, while Ella tried to make out, if he had looked happy.
The final chapter hasn't yet been written.
Roger Lindsay indeed was happy, even if not so much with what his wife had told him.
Please read - I didn't want to post this as an extra A/N.
Greetings to the fine folk that moderate our site.
Myself, along with many, have been writing and posting on your fine site for years now, some of the better examples of up and coming writers out there are now suddenly finding some of the stories we've come to love at risk of being removed without the chance to even rectify our errors.
For some, that means the permanent loss of a story. While I don't have anything that I believe violates your terms of use, there are those out there that are never able to recover a story in its original form, this is something I find to be almost worthy of a legal action, as while we cannot claim ownership of a character, the stories are OURS and simply destroying them is something that is inexcusable.
It's quite easy to simply add an MA rating, additional filters or even a simple requirement for a free membership to read the stories presented here, and would cut down on hateful anonymous reviews and posts at the same time, so I have to question as to why such a thing, in all this time, simply wasn't added.
If you're worried about falsification of a registration then have an appropriate disclaimer and then there can be no dispute, you took your steps and the PARENTS didn't monitor their children, if that is even your concern. If it is more of a personal view or desire then please at least let people know and give them a chance to remove a story that you and yours find offensive, most people on the site are actually rather cordial when it comes to such requests.
While I cannot say for sure if this letter will even reach those that may be willing to listen, of if it's more akin to a wide spectrum purge in preparation for something bigger, please understand that you are going to be looseing a LARGE number of your writers, and thus your income from a lack of readers if there is not some level of action taken to help with this situation.
For those that may agree with this, please feel free to sign on and send this to the support server, maybe we can get some movement on this.
Psudocode_Samurai
Rocketman1728
dracohalo117
VFSNAKE
Agato the Venom Host
Jay Frost
SamCrow
Blood Brandy
Dusk666
Hisea Ori
The Dark Graven
BlackRevenant
Lord Orion Salazar Black
Sakusha Saelbu
Horocrux
socras01
Kumo no Makoto
Biskoff
Korraganitar the NightShadow
NightInk
Lazruth
ragnrock kyuubi
SpiritWriterXXX
Ace6151
FleeingReality
Harufu
Exiled crow
Slifer1988
Dee Laynter
Angeldoctor
Final Black Getsuga
ZamielRaizunto
Fenris187
blood enraged
arashiXnoXkami
Masane Amaha's King
Blueexorist
Nero Angelo Sparda
Sharkteeth
DAPC
Kyuubi16
bunji the wolf
EternalKnight219
Shi Kami The Murderous Prodigy
DeathNoteMaker
Nostalgic Remedy
Paco the Taco Maker
Slayer of Destiny
MisaPummelman
Brunette Chic
Ilma
If you could do what some other authors have done and post this petition as a temporary new chapter on some of your stories to help spreed the word? It would help a lot it's how I found out about this.