I make sure she is set up with all she needs before I leave for work, though I am reluctant to leave.
“You call me if anything changes or you bleed that much again. I’m serious. I’ll call an ambulance to come get you if you don’t.”
“It’s just a regular ol’ period, Beck, I’ll see you at the show.” She yawns and that is the end of the conversation.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Scarlett
I sleep for several hours that morning, really needing the rest. It is unfortunate I got my period during the show but that is life. I have to take the good and the bad. When I wake up from my nap, I go to the bathroom again and the bleeding has stopped and I feel so much better. I often do after pain meds, heat, and a good nap. That usually kicks the cramping feelings. I get ready for the show, making sure I stretch and am warmed up before reaching the theater. I dance my heart out which feels as amazing the second night as it did the first. And again on the final night.
So after one glorious stint as a lead dancer, I quit the New York City Ballet. The creative director understands but perhaps thinks this isn’t my decision considering she knows Beckett and his reputation for being a controlling man. She doesn't fight him but I think she is sad to see me go.
I am not sorry to leave the ballet, because I’ve made the decision to focus on my career and family. Rayne is almost nine months old and is starting to wiggle and crawl around. I don't want to miss those moments because I am at rehearsal. I made the decision to stay home for Beckett and my family. He has a grueling enough job and I will eventually be working so I figure we don't need the money, this is just for our pleasure and to give back to society.
Beckett is still concerned about my cycle a few days later. I tell him the bleeding had stopped, everything is fine and I am feeling fantastic. I prove it to him by trying my hand at giving him a blowjob again. I don't really love it but I know he does so I keep practicing and I enjoy it more the second time than I did the first.
“God I love you,” he says as he comes on my chest.
I still am not down to swallow. It is just too weird for me. That stuff had made our daughter and since I am still the mother of aninfant, it sort of hits too close to home. A week later, after the world's shortest menstruation, we are back at it again like normal. I love the feeling of him inside of me and when he comes I know I’ve pleased him. I also adore the idea that perhaps we will have another child one day. I have been thinking about our conversation for a while and since the show is over and my stint as a prima ballerina has ended, there is no better time to ask him some hard questions.
“Did you really mean it when you said you wanted to have another baby?” I am so nervous asking him the question I am literally shaking.
“I’d love to have more children,” he affirms, pulling me into him, looking sleepy after lasting quite a while before bathing my insides with his ecstasy.
I am sleepy too, but I don’t want to wait any longer to have this conversation.
“If we only have five years—”
“About that.” His eyes snap open and I am so nervous about what he is going to say I am about to cry. “I want to stay married to you, Scarlett.” His hands roam up the side of my body. “If you’ll let me.”
“Are you sure?” Tears well in my eyes and I know there is no way I will avoid crying, this is too big and I’d been an emotional mess since the show ended.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please stay married to me.” He holds me so tightly I thought I might burst. “I know I’ve mentioned this before, that the length of our marriage is up to you, but I’m amending that. I want to shred the contract and draft a simple marriage agreement. We stay married and if we get divorced, God forbid, you get half of everything, like every other married couple.”
“Oh thank God. I don’t want to get divorced, I’m not thanking you for that. I want us to stay married, forever,” I say through my tears.
And that is it. I am married. Legitimately.
“I want to have a proper wedding, anywhere in the world, with a reception and one hell of a honeymoon. I'll take you to Mars if you desire, Scarlett. I want to see you smile… and wear a super tiny bikini,” he laughs. “I mean I'm still a man.”
“You’re my obnoxious, foul-mouthed, smart, crabby old man.” I tease him because I know he hates it.
“Old, huh? I’ll show you what this old man can do...” He flips me over, literally lifting me off of the bed, and places me back down with my ass in the air.
“Don’t put it in there, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that.” The thought of having a man Beckett’s size in my ass makes my teeth ache… it is too much to process.
“I might have my fingers in there one day. It's really pleasurable Scarlett, you'll probably enjoy it, however, no we will not be using this door.” He sets me down and lightly slaps my ass and then kisses his way down to my pussy as he does most nights.
“Yes,” I moan at the feel of him behind me, lapping at my center with his warm wet mouth.
He slides his tongue all the way in and then I am a goner. By the time his cock is deep inside of me, he is pumping and rutting with his muscular legs banging against mine; my ass in the air. I feel so filled, so wanton, and so fucking hot.
“I’m going to cum,” I tell him as a shiver builds up inside of me, and before I hear whatever he is going to say an orgasm rocks so hard my pussy clamps around him, and well… he comes too.
“Fuck me, Scarlett, you’re draining every freaking ounce of me. I’m going to be a withered old man if you keep sucking me dry like this. You make me cum until I see stars.”
I too am lost in my ecstasy.
