Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 

Lillian set her quill pen down. She sat back from her desk and smiled. Her autobiography up to where she met Brian was complete. She thought about putting in what transpired between them. She picked up her quill pen and began once more.

 

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During my stay in the city, I never left Brian's side. He and I were the talk of the town. A man who was said never to have his heart tamed, had become as gentle as a kitten. He was a beautiful man. More beautiful than Christopher and James-Alexander had ever been.

 

Often, we would sit down together and he would teach me how to speak English. I would many a time mispronounce words and he would be patient enough to correct me. He was a gentle fellow and was a wonder when I was alone with him on the city streets. Brian reminded me a lot of Christopher, but he was nothing like him. Brian wasn't the cheating type. He swore that one day he would make me his. In other words, he would claim me as his girl.

 

I was very happy. I thought things could not get any better. In fact, one night, things went wrong. Horridly wrong.

 

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The words on the page blurred as tears misted over her eyes. The short period of time where Brian left to go to Louisiana. He was gone for several days almost a month. She forced herself to continue writing.

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Brian left for Louisiana. He said he had some things he needed to take care of. What it was, he would not tell me, but it saddened me so to see him leave. I sat around idly for the time he was gone. When he returned, something was not right within my body. Several times before, we had made love. Before his departure the night before was when I knew something was wrong. He was much more gentle than normal; he seemed to me as though he thought I would break in his fingertips like a glass statue. The next day, his weight was not next to me. I went looking around for him, only to find that he was gone.

 

I went about doing my daily chores and routines. Keeping the house we shared in perfect order. Honestly, I had nothing to do. I was keeping myself busy so I would not go insane. It was murder not having him there. There was no one to comfort me, no one to talk to. So very hard to deal with, but somehow I pulled through.

 

When he returned to me, he was a changed man. Until he left, I had no clue what was wrong with my body. I was so achy, constantly running to the bathroom due to nausea. I gave in, going to the doctor, that is when I found out I was pregnant. I had to break the news to him.

"Brian, darling, we need to talk."

 

Brian looked up from the book he was reading. His gaze was steady upon mine. "Yes, my love, what is it?"

 

"Brian…I might be…well with child."

 

"You mean…I am going to be a father?"

 

All I could do was nod. He tossed the book across the room, came to me, gathered me into his arms pulling me tightly in his embrace. He scared me in all honesty; I was not expecting him to react this way.

 

"I am very pleased Lillian. I could not be happier." He leaned down and kissed me then let me go.

 

I stumbled backward then smiled at him. "I am glad you are pleased. I was afraid you were going to be upset."

 

"No, of course not. Why would I be? My lovely wife is pregnant with my child. I couldn't be happier."

 

So it came to be that I was pregnant. I now look over at the photos of Brian and me together before the baby. Then the ones afterward. We were so happy. Until we got the news that she had passed away in a car crash. It devastated Brian, but me more so.

 

I was stuck in bed for months not wanting to do anything but sleep. I could not believe my only baby girl was dead because of some moron who had to go out and drive drunk that one night. She was too young to die. Way, too young.

 

After my mourning had passed, Brian pulled me out of my hiatus and took me to see an Opera. The Phantom of the Opera. It was a beautiful story and I enjoyed myself very much.

 

Brian unfortunately did not enjoy it so much, but he sat there with me until the end. I loved my husband very much and I miss him every day since his departure. He left me almost twenty years ago to go back to Louisiana where he had a young girl waiting for him.

 

I have no malice now, just pain of losing him. I miss Brian dearly, but I know I can go on without his strength to back me up.

This character I have permission to use from Kristen Landrum. A fellow writer. This character does not belong to me. I have permission from this author to use this character.