Wizard Butler by Blihioma

Chapter 6

Hadrian proceeded behind Vincent, two step behind him, exactly. They crossed at this very moment operation of cotton in North America, thousands of kilometres of England. Lord Phantomhive had just acquired this operation and it was the first time he visited her. Could not tell that he was very happy with the State of the housing of employees, just like their working conditions. But it was also for this reason that he chose him, this exploitation in particular.

Vincent could sometimes be an idealist and he wanted to save his people from their miserable lives. It was not slavery, but for him the difference was minimal. He jumped at the chance to redeem his land, three times the price they were worth. The owner was not asked more questions than that, perhaps because that Harry had thrown him a confusion with this spell. Vincent had also attempted to drastically lower the price, but it could look suspicious if someone checked this agreement later.

The English Lord was already beginning to anticipate the construction of new more suitable housing, as well as the acquisition of a cotton plant, for the transformation of cotton. The Phantomhive industry touched on many areas, but with the arrival of his heir, Vincent had the sudden desire to enter the field of children's toys. So he certainly wanted to help these workers who were not treated fairly in America because of their skin color, but it came in a larger project. The cotton produced here would serve as padding for the lint he would market under his own name.

And say that it was already almost a year he was married to Rachel... He was beginning to like it a little more, but only as a friend. Or a surrogate mother because she was pregnant with his heir. Harry had told her about his concept that was beginning to develop in his world, where women wore the child of another couple because they could not bear children. Vincent liked to believe that Rachel was only, and that the child would be him and his Hadrian... But he knew that he was dreaming unfortunately. This heir would be a part of Rachel in her and the Lord sincerely hoped that this would not be the wrong part.

When he had begun to find farms for his toys firm, he had purposely look for it in another country. With his fragile health, Rachel would probably recorded at the Manor - and its surroundings - for the rest of his life, so traveling in a foreign country with many diseases to the key, all potentially dangerous in his State would be impossible for her. This place would become his refuge in the next years, Vincent was convinced.

This will be a place where he can be himself, with Hadrian to his side, without that person would judge them or reminds them its responsibilities. His wife would know nothing of what will happen here and it could regularly come to hide under the guise of following the development of his company. He knew he could therefore rely on the silence of his new employees through the magic of his fantastic Hadrian.

"I like this place." Did Vincent pressing his Butler installed behind him.

They had finished to visit the House of the master, and they looked at the nearby field from the porch. The English Lord smiles when a hand came sneaking in his.

"Me, too. It's so quiet. "Murmured the employee and lover.

"And away from the hysteria of Rachel."

They rigolèrent together. Since the young woman was pregnant with the future child of Vincent, she knew a phenomenal emotional rollercoaster, from crying to the screams, then joy, in just a few seconds. Doctors called hysterical female, pregnant women. If it were only that, the problem could be minimal. But when Rachel was starting to get upset, she was looking for a confrontation with anyone, for any reason. Crying to anyone who would listen that Vincent did not, his Butler plotted against her, the servants refused to serve it correctly, that his sister was only a draft that prevented her to be near her husband by jealousy, etc.

No one was there. Fortunately the pregnancy lasted only nine months and that according to Angelina, Rachel could probably not have another child after this one, because she became weaker over the months. Vincent, Harry and Angelina were really worried for her, but on the other hand the two lovers rejoiced to know that this would be a perfect opportunity for Vincent get more sleep with her. Lord Phantomhive had already prepared his excuse: "you are so beautiful that I could not keep me from you, off I don't want to lose you because of a child that we have created because of my weakness." He had long sought the right words and they were perfect.

Maybe take Rachel as wife was ultimately not that bad. She had many qualities which he could use to get away from her while continuing to protect his secret, one who came to warm his body directly in his bed or even in his dreams. There he began to prepare his room apart as soon as he returned. He needed the best bed for his nocturnal activities most pleasant.

"I already want the child to be born so that we can again sleep together without worrying about Rachel." After a few minutes of silence, said Vincent.

"And have to endure the screams of the baby, during nights?

"You'll be there to help me not?

"Of course My Lord." Replied his Hadrian with a smile, he would be a joy to deal with and to raise the child of Vincent as if it were his own.

"Then everything will be fine. You'll be the perfect mother of this child. »

Harry sank against Vincent, burying his face in his Lord's neck, enjoying value remark. The baby who was born would not be hers by blood, but it would be his by the heart. He would have a place in the family life of Vincent and he could expect more, he who had never really had a family.