The Earls lie or a scoundrels promise

We are only human

Chapter 15 - we are only human

Five months later

Elizabeth stood naked and looked at her changing body in the mirror. She rubbed then rested her hand upon her slightly swollen stomach, she was quietly confident his babe grew in her belly.

She and Blake had married when she was recovered, the bruises had healed and faded away but they lingered beneath the skin, inside her. She still struggled with flash backs and nightmares but now she had her husband at her side Each time she woke in a cold sweat, either by him dragging her from nightmare as she screamed and thrashed in bed or in a sudden jolt as the gunshot rang out in her brain as if it had just happened.

It would take her a minute to adjust, to realise where she was, living in her new home with her husband. She would wash away the nightmares and trauma and replace them with him and his love. Each kiss and caress of her body from him, replacing and erasing the invisible bruises the baron left behind. She'd lose herself with him, they'd make love each night before they fell asleep, and then with each disturbed nightmare shed the closeness of him, she needed him to fill her, all of her with only him.

The wedding took place on a sunny Sunday afternoon, in the local chapel by her home. She wore a gown of white and ivory lace, with a train that was beautifully long and not nearly practical. Her brother, sister, mother and aunt where present, the Captain who she owed her life too, and Blake's sister Elise had made it to the ceremony. Robbie had walked her down the aisle in place of her their beloved father. She could only hope and believe that he was watching, and would approve of the man she loved.

It was not as big a wedding as the Earl of Arrington should have had but he assured her everyone he wanted to be present was, and that the rest of society would forgive his decision once they met the new Countess, Lady Arrington. Or they could fuck off. His words which he apologised for and she decided she rather liked it when he cursed.

She could not have faced the ton, not after what had happened with the Baron. Too many eyes on her, too many questions in them. Lady Arrington. It still sounded so unnatural to her. She had resigned herself to a life alone and unmarried, and how glad she was that it never came to be. She smiled to herself, She had a husband who loved her and showed her just how much every day and every night, several times, for long tedious hours.

She strolled back to the bed, their bed where the spent every night together, their bed where they got little sleep. Where they made sweet slow love each evening and passionately fucked during the restless nights.

Of course they had separate chambers, connected by a dressing room but not once had they slept separately and they never would. She smiled a knowing smile and reached for the single red rose that lay on his pillow and the note accompanying it.

Wife,

This morning I thought I would let you sleep. You looked so peaceful I didn't dare wake you. I had to attend to some business and meet with the tenants. I will be back before supper to show you how missed you were today.

Your Husband

She held the rose and inhaled deeply. How lucky she was. She pinched herself several times in weeks since the wedding In case it was all dream. They had spent 3 weeks on their honeymoon, Everyday abed exploring and learning everything about each other's bodies. She knew he had a sensitive spot on his jaw that made him moan and that it sent her wild when he stroked the length of her legs, particularly behind her knee while he kissed her neck.

Oh how she wished he was here now, just thinking of him did things to her, now she would be unsettled until she could wrap herself around his glorious body once more.