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Roger was exhausted, but he knew he wouldn’t sleep. How could he possibly sleep with all that was going on? Bonnet, the stones, Mandy, and Brianna hadn’t come back yet. What were they doing? What were they saying? He took a deep breath, reminding himself that she was with Jamie, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her, Bonnet couldn’t and wouldn’t hurt her. But…what if? What if Jamie…? He almost laughed at the thought, no one could take his father in law on, especially not Bonnet. She was safe enough then, but it was getting late.
He rubbed his face and got out of bed, walking over to the basket that held his precious Mandy. “Hi sweetheart,” he said, hand grasping the edge of the basket. Sweet heart. Oh, God, her heart. Please keep her safe. He prayed, I can’t lose her. He felt selfish for that last part but genuinely couldn’t handle the thought of her loss. He stopped himself from looking at her blue tinged fingernails, lest he bring back the worry and guilty doubt that everything might not be okay. Instead, he ran his hand along her soft head, where the tiny black curls were beginning to form and he looked her in her blue cat eyes. Her gaze was intent and his heart warmed at the sight of it. How can something so fierce and determined be taken away? He caressed the soft curve of her cheek and then moved his finger so that she would grasp it. What the hell, she would be alright, he couldn’t avoid looking at her and so he watched the tiny blue tinged fingers curl around his own. He felt the strong grasp and was reassured again that she would be okay. She had to be okay. He felt tears start to form in his eyes and he kissed the soft skin of his daughter’s forehead and sat back down on the bed, not taking his eyes from the basket.
Just then, Jamie had entered, Brianna behind him. She looked deathly pale and held a pack of papers in her hands, her fingers white from clutching them too tight. Jamie reached out for the papers and she gave them to him. Roger was beyond furious at Jamie for putting her in this situation, it could have been dangerous! And she was obviously traumatized, it hurt his heart to see her like that. Her face as white as the papers her father now held in his hand. They told him they were affidavits for Bonnet’s arrest and he shot daggers into Jamie’s eyes which his father in law returned. It had to be done was what he got from Jamie’s look.
Like hell it did, Roger thought, but then Jamie turned to Brianna, said “Good night a nighean ,” set a hand on her head reassuringly and walked out, closing the door behind him.
He sat up straight and reached a hand out to his scarred wife “Bree” he began, but she shook her head and walked over to the basket, picking up Mandy. She hugged their daughter to her chest and kissed the top of her head before undoing her bodice and breastfeeding her. As the milk left her body, Roger could see the noticeable strain easing back and she became calmer. She moved Mandy over to the other breast and it seemed to soothe her further and then she put a towel over her shoulder and burped their darling bundle, patting her back affectionately. Once more placing a kiss on the top of her baby’s head and then set her back in her basket. She looked down lovingly at Amanda for a moment before removing her clothes and turning to Roger, standing stark naked.
His eyes went wide and he sat up straighter as she approached the bed, pulled back the covers, and then set her mouth on his, kissing him hard. He kissed her back, wanting to ease the pain she undoubtedly felt but she pulled back and then lifted his shirt up over his shoulders and head before wrapping her legs around him and embracing him tightly.
She kissed him once more before leaning forward and settling herself down on him, reaching out a hand to place him in her. He gasped and she covered his mouth with hers and then began moving. Bouncing up and down, her tongue forcing itself into his mouth. He wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her closer, sighing with parted lips before kissing her again. She kept her mouth on his and removed his hands from her back, leaning away from him slightly so that she could place them on her breasts.
He gave no hesitation and began massaging them as she removed her lips from his mouth and placed them on his neck, moving down slowly so that she stopped at his collarbone, leaving tiny bite marks along this trail. She then whipped her head back, and he could see her expression switching between one of pain and pleasure and a few times it was evident that it was both and then, to stifle the noise he knew she would make, she brought her face to his shoulder, opening her mouth and biting down, muffling her moans.
It was hard not to make noises himself, and he did his best to stifle them, burying his face in her hair. “Unh! Brianna!” He groaned. “HmmMMMM” She said into his shoulder. Feeling that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he removed his hands from her breasts and brought them back to her back to clasp her against him. He let out an animalistic groan and she sighed into him. She kept riding him until she was finished and then he let himself fall back onto the bed, Brianna on top, sighing and shuddering, lifting herself up and moving over to lay beside him.
He looked up at the ceiling and thought about what the morrow would bring. Bonnet would die, most likely by her hand. Could she live with it? Should he stop her? He felt her sigh into his shoulder and hold him tighter and thought no, he wouldn’t do that. It had been too late to do that from the start, her mind was set and, admittedly, so was his. At the moment, it didn’t matter that he was striving to be a minister, he wanted this man dead with every fiber of his being. And from what Bree told him about Bonnet's fear of drowning, it would be an act of mercy. It was just right that it should be Brianna. He rubbed her back and said softly to the ceiling “tell me what to do.”
She shifted in his arms, her eyes barely open.
“are you talking to God?”
He shook his head “no, you.”
"Hmm?" She replied tiredly.
“Whatever you want, I’ll follow you.”
She didn’t say anything, but he thought she probably heard him and he closed his eyes, relaxing in the sleepy embrace of his lovely wife.