Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 834.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 834
by Angharad
  
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It was our wedding night–if such a title would be appropriate? In a literal sense we were newlyweds, but after the encounter earlier, Simon seemed frightened of me. We went to bed and after a polite goodnight, we settled down to sleep facing away from each other. I felt very guilty, I did love him very much but I was still mad at him–or maybe I was mad at myself and had nowhere to dump it.

“Do you regret marrying me?” came a very quiet voice after we’d lain there for probably twenty minutes.

“Do you regret marrying me?” I threw back at him.

“I don’t know–I seem to have misunderstood you–I was trying to make your birthday special.”

“It was that alright.”

“But not in the way I meant it to be.”

“How did you mean it to be?”

“I thought you’d enjoy the surprise–I mean, what can I give a woman who has everything?”

I resisted the urge to say, penicillin, “Probably anything else would have been a lovely surprise.”

“I made a huge mistake, I’m sorry.” He rolled back over away from me, and I think he was crying.

I turned towards him, “I’m no longer cross with you, but you have to understand that you took the initiative away from me.”

“I know, I thought you were frightened of it.”

“I was.”

“So I tried to save you that fear.”

Now my eyes were filling with tears. “I was terrified, I wanted a quiet affair with just family and a few friends–but I wanted to organise it.”

“Did I get it that wrong?” he sniffed.

“No, you did a very good job considering.”

“Considering what?”

“Considering I had no input to my own wedding.”

“I said sorry.”

“I know and I accepted your apology.”

“So what was that about a big wedding blessing–if you were scared of it? It makes no sense to me.”

“Three or perhaps four little girls want to do the bridesmaid thing with long dresses and bows in their hair.”

“Do I know the fourth? I didn’t just marry her did I?”

“No, Simon, there was a little girl I did some healing with who wanted to be a bridesmaid, I promised her she could be one of mine–assuming she still wants to of course.”

“You’d go through a formal rerun to please your kids, but you wouldn’t do it to please your husband? I don’t know how I feel about that?”

“Simon, before you go off on one, can I finish?”

“Alright–but I think I know where I stand already.”

“Before you prejudge me, please listen. Almost all young women want the whole shebang for a wedding. I say almost because I’m not one of them. Yes, I’d like to wear a lovely dress and make my vows with you, much as we did. But I assumed, with your family tradition, it was going to be an Elizabeth Daniel dress, and cast of thousands all gawping and filling their faces. I didn’t want to feature in Country Life or Brides IIlustrated, I’m a woman with a past and I didn’t want that aired, partly because it would embarrass us and the guests.”

“How would it embarrass us? I’ve known all along–pretty well–about your past, and love you despite it.”

“I know, darling, and I respect and love you for it. Maybe it’s my own embarrassment or perhaps I just don’t like a big fuss about things.”

“We could have dashed up to Gretna Green, or anywhere if that was how you felt?”

“I know, Simon, but then I’d have felt guilty for depriving your family of their tradition.”

“They are excited because you said you’d do a formal blessing ceremony up at Stanebury–but they weren’t expecting it.”

“The girls were.”

“Cathy, haven’t we got this all arse about face? Shouldn’t we be doing what we want for our wedding, not living up to the expectations of others?”

“Isn’t that what you tried to do?” I felt a fresh tear run down my face and into my ear as I lay cuddled into the back of him.

“I thought so, but I should have spoken to you–I should have talked to you–told you what I wanted to do–but it would have lost its surprise element. I wanted to give you a lovely surprise–that was all.”

“I realise that now–Oh, Simon, I wish we could start my birthday again, with the benefit of hindsight.”

“I’m afraid even your blue light stuff can’t make time reverse can it?”

“I don’t think it can do very much at all.”

“If there was any real miracle, it would have turned you into a genetic female and we’d be making babies right now.”

“I’d have settled for it making Trish a real girl, but it isn’t going to happen, so she’ll have to learn to cope with always being second best, like me.”

“Second best? When are you going to stop all this stuff? It’s you I love–I don’t care that you can’t have babies, everything else seems fine to me–that’s why I married you.”

I dissolved into tears–I really did feel like jumping off a cliff. I’d acted like a total fool. Because I don’t feel that I deserve things, I suppose I tend to avoid them. The whole idea of me–a pretend woman–marrying into a titled family in a big society wedding, would be like something in a very poor TG story. Almost like the Cinderella fable with a twist. Maybe it’s me who’s twisted.

I felt his arm around me. “I don’t deserve you,” I sobbed and trembled in his arms.

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

I nodded and sniffed.

“Cathy, will you be my wife and the mother of our adopted children, and stop worrying about what others think?”

“Yes.” I felt him kiss my eyes. “Will you forgive me for being a silly woman?”

“Yes, of course I will.”

“Will you make love to me, my husband?”

“All night, if it’s what my wife wants.”

I hope I remember my meeting in the morning, and I’ve got to get the girls to school on time...



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