Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 37

“Ready to become a queen?” Emily asks sitting next to me on the arch-styled couch.  I sigh and lean my head back peering up at the white ceiling.

“I suppose I’m adjusting to the idea,” I admit, turning my head just a little so that I could look at her.

“But you’re getting married tomorrow,” she reminded me.

I roll my eyes and sit up completely before stumbling from the couch hastily. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why do you not sound happy?”

I walk into my kitchen space and walked over to the fridge where I proceeded to grab myself a container of yogurt.

“I’m happy.  I’m absolutely thrilled to be marrying the man that I love.  It’s just…” I leave the sentence unfinished as I strutted back out into the living room and retook my seat on the couch. “I’m afraid.  I’m afraid that things will change for us.  I’m about to become a fucking queen…” I stopped once again.  A agitated groan fell from my lips as I slapped myself in the forehead. “I’m not fit to be a queen.”

A chuckle from Emily surprised me.  I turned my head to look at her giving her a pointed look, but she continued to laugh – presumably at me.

“What’s so funny?” I demand irritably.

“You. You’re funny.” She stopped laughing and turned to me with a grimace. “You think you’re not fit to be queen because you occasionally say fuck.” My mouth fell agape as I look to her with shock written across my face.  I couldn’t remember a time when I had heard Emily curse.  It had briefly took me off guard.

“How many times have you heard Connor curse?” She goes on to ask.

“He curses all the time.” Especially during sex.

“So does that make him any less incapable of being king?”

“No, but –“

“It’s no different.”

Before I could say anything else Connor’s voice could be heard from upstairs.  He had been napping after an 8 hour flight.  The prospect of him becoming my husband was exciting to me, despite the nervous fear gnawing at me.  This was what I had wanted all along.  I wanted to marry him and live happily ever after.  I smile to myself when I hear the sound of his footsteps as he slowly descended the smooth wooden staircase.

“G’day mum,” he greeted her planting a kiss on her cheek. When his eyes turned to me they seemed to light up and it makes my smile grow even bigger.

“Hey, I missed you in bed,” he says softly, moving over towards me.  “I like to sleep with you up against me.”

“Oh! Look at the time.  Sorry deary I best head off,” Emily announced jumping out of her seat.

“I’m sorry mother. “  Connor took a seat next to me and fitted his face into the crook of my neck nuzzling it.  A soft giggle forced it’s way pass my lips and I hit Connor in the arm playfully.

“Okay well I will see you later Jenny and Connor behave yourself,” Emily admonished before she opened the door and walked out of it.

“Alone at last,” he chuckled, a slight tingle, that caused me to shiver in response.

“Well Aria is upstairs sleeping so not really.”

“I still can’t believe she’s gotten so big. It’s weird that she’s crawling and such,” Connor breaths airily against my neck before he leans back and he lets out a slow breath. “We should have another baby soon.”