After a shower I sat upside down on the sofa watching tv. I felt great. I was overly excited for the wedding and I just wanted to tell everyone. Twiggy came into the front room and stood, watching the tv, infront of me.
"Move." I whined poking the back of Twiggys leg.
"No can do." He said picking up the tv controller. He changed the channel to the news.
"Marilyn Manson is engaged to Darcie Wood." The reporter announced.
Sitting up I checked my phone, 4 missed calls and 10 texts.
Mom: Do not tell me you're engaged.
You are no daughter of mine.
Britt: Omg!! You need to tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!!
Come on answer me!!!!
You're fucking engaged when the hell were you going to tell me?!?!?!
PLEASE ANSWER ME!!!!
Dad: Why has he not asked for my blessing??
I am against your marraige.
Rosie: Call me as soon as you can little sis xxxxx
Lee: Congrats little sis!! Call your sister she's scaring me.
The texts sent me on a rollercoaster of emotions: sad, excited, angry, scared then laughing way too much. But everyone knows! I don't have to plan how I'd tell everyone! Maybe I could persuade Marilyn to have an engagement party. A civilized dinner party in the house with dinner and laughing and champagne.
I called Rosie, as soon as she picked up I was greeted by Rosie screeching, "When were you going to tell me?!"
Her hormones were everywhere. I avoided making contact with her through the past eight months because of her mood swings. "When I was going to come up this weekend but there's no need anymore." I said.
"Well you should have told me straight away or he should have asked mom or dad or me or even Lee for permission." Rosie stated.
"It's not the 1800's no one has to ask permission." I shrugged down the phone. Putting the phone on loud speaker I proceeded to take all the washing out the washer and put it in the dryer. I began wiping the work tops in the kitchen and tidying.
"Well thats the way this family works! Lee asked for permission and I was already pregnant! Wait, I'll have his balls if you're pregnant." I could tell Rosie was eating.
"I'm not pregnant." I stated.
"You've been with him like a year little sis, surely babies have crossed your mind."
She was right, of course. I had thought about babies but I'd have a high chance of post-natal depression due to my past and the thought of something the size of a melon coming out of me sounded disgusting.
"Yes and I came to the decision I would rather be posessed by a demon." I sank to the floor. I didn't want a conversation about this.
"Don't think I want you pregnant, it's absolute hell. This little fucker inside me better be worth it." She said. She sounded really harsh.
"How's your bump doing anyway?" I asked.
"It's still there." She sighed, "Its really healthy and I'm ready in one month." She sounded asthough she'd said it one million times before.
"You should come down here before you burst." I said warmly.
"Yeah we'll come down this weekend." Rosie said.
"Great. I gotta go." I sighed.
We said goodbye then I hang up. "MARILYN!!!" I shout up the stairs, he arrives at the top of the stairs a looks down at me, "Rosie and Lee are coming down this weekend." I said.
"So I'm guessing they know about the ring then?" Marilyn asked.
"Its in the news. Mom and dad have disowned me."
"Oh well thats shit." Marilyn sighed rubbing the back of his neck.
I couldn't help it. I ran up the stairs two at a time then threw myself at him. I kissed him roughly and he fell back against the wall. His arms wrapped around my ass and lifted me off the ground. My hands slid through his hair and his tongue slipped into my mouth. He carried me to his room and pinned me against the back of the door. I moaned as he sucked on my neck.
Its happening again:
The fireworks
The lust
The love.
My fiance. My fiance is Marilyn fucking Manson. Now I just can't keep my hands off him.
We slid down the door onto the floor together and I lay down. I wanted on top. Pushing his chest I tried to roll him over, "What are you doing?" Marilyn asked while kissing my neck.
"I wanna go on top." I whined. He wasn't moving. "Let me on top." I moaned when he kissed my jawline.
"I like it on top." He muttered against my skin.
"I do too." I said shoving him.
"I don't like condoms does that mean I dont have to wear them?" He looked into my eyes with a hint of mischief.
"Wanna be a daddy?" I asked smirking.
"Good point. What about anal?" He asked.
"Cake And Sodomy." I muttered.
"Seriously? Quoting my songs?" He raised a non-existent eyebrow.
"There's no earthly way of knowing, which direction we are going." I smirked.
"Still not answered my question." Marilyn laughed.
"Get back I'm always gonna please him." I said. The truth was, I was scared. I had anal from Marilyn before and that was painful but I didn't really see the pleasure in it. But Marilyn enjoys it so it worried me that he would get it elsewhere. I love Marilyn and trust him but I don't want him to get bored of me. I didn't want to lose him.
"You don't have to if you don't want." Marilyn shrugged.
If Marilyn didn't like condoms, I could go on the pill. I could use some other sort of contraception that he didn't need to worry about.
"I don't want." I muttered. My eyes were welling up and I didn't know why. My throat tightened. I just wanted him to hold me.
"Hey, it doesn't matter." Hus voice softened. He lifted me up and pulled me close to him. I nuzzled my head into his neck and squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to cry. I wanted some time alone. Yet I wanted Marilyn close. Since Marilyn proposed it had been such a whirlwind I never had time to think. To think about the past, present and future. To decide who's going to make it into my future. And who's being my past.
