Deepest Desires

Chapter 53 - Too much labour

''live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger Twenty-four-seven baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour'
Labour
Paris Paloma
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TW: abuse and miscarriage

Maria's pov

William rolls of me panting as he brushes his hair from his face, I just roll over and stare into the darkness of the room swallowing the swollen lump in my throat.

It has to work this time I think to myself as my broken ribs numb my insides and my swollen face throbs, I need to have this baby and it has to be a boy. Please god. I can't loose another one.

"William" i whisper into the darkness, i don't know why I do I won't understand him and when he speaks it doesn't make sense

He sighs annoyed next to me and hands me his phone, a translator

What happens if this doesn't work?
We try again like always
But it hurts
Im sorry Maria but we need a son, we have to please our parents x

And with that he pulls me in for a hug and kisses my forehead before rolling over. I love when he does that, when he tries to communicate with me but it's always when it suits him when it involves him he never tries with me, ever since I moved to America and to this huge house our parents bought for us I have lived in complete silence

Four months not knowing what anyone's saying, feeling like an outcast in what's meant to be my own home. Even all the butlers and maids our parents bought don't talk to me. All I want is someone to talk to, someone to try with me.

None of his friends who come to the house often to drink and talk business talk to me, they don't look at me I'm just an unwanted presence in this house thankfully school tries with me, gets me a translator by my mothers request.

"Maria" I hear Williams voice beside me in the dark

"I'm sorry" he whispers, I understand what that means, he says it all the time every time he does it, every time his parents visit and yell with words I don't understand.

I'm sure I will learn to know that word alot more when he starts becoming stressed and if I don't fulfil my duty to give him a son.

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The doctor has that look again, he's speaking words I don't understand but I can tell my his face it's happening again, I'm loosing the baby

"I'm sorry" he says and i understand those words, I've even come to say it myself they seem to be the only American words I understand fully, it's funny how I know those and stop but never basic conversations to have with my husband.

Williams talking again, he's getting mad, this is the fourth time and he wants a baby, he wants a son to carry on his business like we are back in the medieval days where babies and heirs mean everything.

"Let's go Maria" William says grabbing ahold of my hand and pulling me from my chair and out of the doctors office ranting again in American all the way to the car.

"Do you understand" he fumes as we settle in our seats, i shake my head at him causing him to growl pressing his head into his hands

"Of course you don't you never understand" he yells, but I don't understand. Why must I try so hard with him but him not try with me. Is this what our marriage will always be, silence.