Whispered voices.
"She must be taught how things are properly done in this family."
"Whatever is she waiting for, anyway?"
"I wondered the same thing too. She's no spring chicken. Time is not her friend."
I walked slowly, quietly to the living room. The soft persian rugs muffled my footsteps. The whisperings made me halt by the slightly opened door to the magnificently furnished living room. The maid must have forgotten to close it completely and they believed it was shut and could gossip freely.
I stared through the small space at them. My extended family members who had taken it upon themselves to determine the way my home was to be run.
Born into the middle class but privileged to school with children of the high class, I met, fell in love and married Hale, the only son and heir of deputy governor of Mar-Lino Island. There is a kink in our love story —I am four years older than their precious son. They have a bit of difficulty with that.
Hale insisted it was either forever with me or without them. They needed him and grudgingly accepted me into the family.
This was my second Christmas with them and it was exhausting already. It was a tradition for the family to spend the season together in the family castle or else I would have preferred my own family.
A coarse but strong hand curled gently around my waist startling me. "Something interesting going on in there?" Hale whispered into my ear. I could hear the amusement in his question. I shook my head, my brows furrowed and turned to look at him.
"Your people want a baby asap." I said through gritted teeth. Hale arched a brow and grinned sheepishly.
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