Strictly Taboo(162)

“I’m so sorry ma`am,” the girl looked like she was going to cry. She was doing her best, the woman I was ordering the dress from was taking down measurements and was going over other details now that I’d picked my dress, but her assistant wasn’t very skilled with hemming or sizing a dress when it wasn’t on a mannequin.

“Lucy, finish up what you’re doing so we can move on to accessories please.” Belinda sighed in frustration at her assistant. I gave her a grateful look, although I wished Belinda would take more interest in doing the dress herself if she wanted to protect my body from these pins.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m done. Get this dress off me. You can’t touch me anymore. I’m sorry Belinda, but I can’t handle being poked that many times by your assistant, she can’t touch me anymore. You got the measurements, figure out the rest on something that doesn’t bleed when you poke it.” I told Belinda and ignored Lucy. Then I started squirming to get out of the dress.

“Get dressed then and come take a look at these books.” Belinda was straight forward, and she had strong opinions. Part of me hoped Lucy wouldn’t get in too much trouble for poking me, but my butt actually hurt from all the pokes. So I kept my mouth shut while I got dressed. I was trying to be the bigger person and forgive her, but there’s only so many times you can get stabbed with a needle before you decide maybe they deserve whatever their boss tells them later in private.

I picked out a pair of shoes I thought I’d be able to walk in and a simple veil. I had jewelry already, so I declined her offer to look at the fake jewelry she usually paired with her dresses. I knew my mother would want me to wear the family pearls, and I Rupert had gotten me a pair of matching earrings once I had agreed to marry him.

This seemed very surreal in some ways. I walked out of there feeling like I didn’t even know who I was anymore. My body wasn’t mine anymore; my life didn’t belong to me anymore. I no longer just have to worry about myself. Now, I’d have a husband and a child to care for. It struck me, that maybe my fear of commitment wasn’t really because I was scared he’d leave me, but rather, that I would fail to be the wife he needed, or the mother my child would need.

Texting my mother, I asked her if these fears where normal. I could probably have tracked her down in person, but right now I just wanted to escape to the comfort of my room and wait for her reply.

She texted me back a while later, stating that fears and having nervous feelings was normal and suggested a couple books I look into reading to help. I appreciated her reply. She always knew what to say to make me feel like I wasn’t a freak. Rupert had that trait too. I think many of us always feel that we are more crazy in our own heads than we actually are.

Laying down on the bed, I fell asleep. This pregnancy was making me so tired. I woke up a couple hours later to Rupert pressing kisses against my body and skin. How he’d managed to get my shirt off without waking me up was beyond me. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips against mine.

“I see you,” I told him and gave him a sleepy smile.

“How was the dress fitting?” He asked me as he slipped next to me on the bed, curling his body around mine and held me close.

“I got poked so many times I’m surprised I even have any ass skin left,” I said bluntly and slowly woke up blinking at him. “I’ve never seen a worse seamstress when it comes to not harming your client, of course it was her assistant, instead of Belinda poking me, but she let her do it.”

“Belinda is eccentric. Her family has made clothes and wedding gowns and things for formal occasions for three generations now. I’m guessing she won’t be keeping that assistant for long, not if word gets out that she tortured the new princess.” Rupert nodded at me and pressed a kiss.

“Oh, now you’re making me feel bad for whining.” I told him and moaned slightly when he grabbed my breast under the covers. His fingers slipped over my nipple and he played with it as he snuggled up against me.

“I can make you feel better,” he whispered to me and bit my shoulder playfully. We spent the next couple hours seeing how good he could make me feel.

When we got up in the morning for breakfast, he was drinking some tea and watched me eat. I raised my brow at him, trying to figure out why he was staring at me.

“Do I have food on my face or something?” I asked him and tilted my head, wondering if I was embarrassing myself.

“I just noticed some changes, that’s all. You’re sleeping more, and you’re eating more, and your avoiding sausage. You normally like sausage.” He told me and shrugged.