“Absolutely, what is your name? By the way,
this is my fiancée, Conall.”
“Nice to meet you, sir, I read that your next
book was about a fierce highlander who lived in Scotland, is this,
he?”
Addie looked to her beloved and said, “Yes,
yes he is.”
After she signed her book, Addie relaxed yet
again.
“Does tha' happen everywhere ye go, lass?” he
asked.
“Sometimes, will that be a problem?”
“Nay, I am proud of ye, lass. I was concerned
abou’ ye workin’, bu' I can see ‘tis important tae ye, an' whate’er
be important tae ye is also tae me.”
“Really, you had a problem with my working?”
she asked.
“I come from another time, Addie. Women
dinna’ work, now I ken ye do an' will, sa I support ye,” he
answered.
“Thank you, Conall. I wish I could fix my
father’s company that easily.”
“Ye ha'e mentioned tha o' more than one
occasion. Wha' be the difficulty?” he asked.
“The man I have hired is not fixing our
fiscal problems. The workers are threatening to strike, and the
stocks are declining. I just do not know what to do.”
Conall seemed thoughtful for several moments
and then said, “I will take care o it' fer ye. I am tae be yer
husband, an' I ha'e been taught abou’ numbers an' estate matters. I
ken o' investments an' runnin' large operations. I ha'e dealt with
unhappy tenants in me time. Let me try fer ye, lo'e,” he said.
Addie was surprised and gladdened that he was
ready to throw himself so completely into her life. Feeling the
tears begin to course down her cheeks, she agreed, “Thank you,
Conall.”
The rest of the flight was long and
uneventful. They touched down in New York before they knew it.
Feeling overly tired and ready for bed, she
immediately took Conall to her room to undress and slip into
bed.
“I’m sorry, Conall. I am just so tired,” she
said yawning.
“I be spent as well, gel, flyin' through the
air an' sittin’ fer long hours wears on a person. We will talk more
on the morrow. Remember we marry in the mornin’, ye need yer sleep.
Be calm, sweetin’, I am 'ere with ye, go tae sleep.”
And with that she lay down upon the bed with
his arms wrapped closely around her, she slept as she had never
slept before.
****
Morning rose bright and early to Addie
dressing in a virginal simple white gown. He was not surprised to
see a fine-looking suit waiting for him on the door.
“Are ye ready, Addie?” he asked a few moments
later.
“I am, are you?”
She stood then with her long black hair set
to pins with curls running down her back. The dress she wore was
simple, but elegant. She looked an angel, and he was speechless.
Over two centuries and he was about to marry his bride.
“I be, angeal, let us be off.”
A while later they were standing in front of
a judge saying their vows. He could not take his eyes off her lips.
He made a wish that his parents were here, but he knew they were
looking down upon him.
“And do you, Conall Barra MacLaren, take
Addie Renee Campbell as your lawfully wedded wife?”
“Aye, I do, fer now an' fere’er. I will lo'e
ye until they place me cold an' dead within the ground.”
Addie’s eyes filled with tears at his words,
and then they were given the permission to kiss. It was warmth and
beauty, and he was now her husband, finally.
He roamed her body with quick efficiency. He
sought the planes and curves of her perfect skin, and found her
slit. She was wet and ready, so he placed his thumb upon her
swollen clitoris and began to massage her into excitement.
“Conall, take me please. I want you to fill
me.”
So crazed with want he levered himself up to
her and parted her legs with his thighs. His cock bumped her curls,
and he hissed.
He inserted the tip into her cunt and gained
a few inched slowly.
“Conall, you’re so massive I am not sure you
will fit,” she said.
Laughing he replied, “I shall fit, angeal,
jest relaxes an' let me inside.”
Her hips relaxed, and he pushed into her
until he hit her hymen, he then stated, “’Twill hurt fer a moment,
bu' after ye shall recei'e such pleasure.”
With that warning, he kissed her senseless as
he plucked her nipples. She moaned and then groaned when he seated
himself within her fully.
He stopped his movements and said, “Are ye
all right?”
“I am fine more than fine,” she said, as she
tested her hips.
Feeling a need to pump into her, he pulled
out and then seated his cock fully within her once more. He
repeated his actions until she was clawing his back and screeching
his name.
When their orgasm came she robbed him of his
seed, and she bathed his cock in her cum.
Sweaty and sedated they collapsed into each
other’s arms.
A while later, Addie spoke, “I love you,
Conall. Thank you.”
“Nay, thank ye, Addie, fer withou' ye I would
be stuck in the attic dreamin’ o' ye instead of lo'in’ ye,” he
replied.
And with that they both fell into an
exhausted sleep as husband and wife.
Epilogue
Their days passed in love and contentment.
Addie was finishing her novel as Conall returned from his first day
at his new job, head of Campbell’s fresh fruit.
“How was your first day?” she asked.
“It be a righ' mess, Addie. Ye were right tae
be worried,” he said, with a sigh.
“Oh, dear, can you save the company?”
Watching him remove his tie and still
marveling that he was her husband, he replied, “Aye, I can, bu’
‘twill takes time. What’s fer dinner?”
“It isn’t haggis and mash,” she teased.
“Ach, Addie, I lo'e haggis an' mash donna’
teases me.”
They ate a dinner filled with laughter and
joy, and later that evening they made love three times before the
sun rose.
Two months later
Conall came home to a house that smelled very
delicious. His Addie was becoming quit domesticated. He knew she
was working overtime to get her book finished. She looked worn
lately, and he worried about her health.
“Addie! Addie, I be home,” he yelled out.
“I’m in the kitchen, Conall.”
He walked into the room to find his new bride
beating potatoes.
Sniffing the air he stated, “I belie'e ye are
cookin’, haggis! Why, what’s wrong?”
She turned from the stove and smiled. She
looked lovely and glowing with happiness.
“I am cooking it in celebration. I finished
my book and my publisher has set the release date,” she stated.
“Sa ye though' o' an endin' then?”
“I did indeed.”
“Wha' be yer endin', lo'e,” he asked.
“The heroine marries her Highlander, and they
live happily ever after,” she replied.
“That’ be all?”
“No, she finds herself pregnant with his
child two months after they wed,” she replied.
Her words started to sink in as he rose and
moved towards her. He grasped her arms and said, “Ye be with child?
Ye be ha'in’ me bairn? How, when?”
“Our wedding night, we were in such a rush we
forgot about precautions. It is all right isn’t it, Conall?” she
looked very concerned.
Laughing and pulling her up into his arms, he
held her and said, “It be more than all right, it be everythin’,
Addie. Thank ye, thank ye, so vera much.”
“I love you, my Highlander. Thank you for
waiting for me.”
Seven Months later
Addie was screaming the labor room down. She
was in incredible pain and waiting for their child to come. Conall
and she both opted not to find out the sex of their baby. They
wanted to be surprised.
She went into labor while Conall was at work,
and she was at a book signing. He came into the room haggard and
breathing heavily.
“I came as fast as I could, Addie. Are ye
well? Do I need to do anythin'? Back in me time, men waited in the
hall, do ye wan' me tae leave?”
“No! Come in here and hold my hand!” she
screeched.
Hours later the Doctor was in and asking her
to push. Her poor husband looked as bad as she felt. For being a
fierce highlander and a tough CEO, he was certainly a wreck
now.
“Push, Missus MacLaren.”
Addie bore down and held onto Conall’s hand.
She focused her energy, and her love and pushed their child from
her womb.
The Doctor pronounced, “It’s a girl! Would
you like to cut the cord, Mister MacLaren?”
Addie watched as her husband cut the cord and
cleaned their daughter for her to hold. He came to her bedside and
kissed her brow.
“Are you happy with a girl, Conall?”
“I be more than happy, Addie. I hope she
looks jest like ye,” he stated, with tears coursing down his
face.
Days later they left the hospital to find
dozens of flowers in their home.
Confused, Addie looked at the card
accompanying them and laughed.
Her husband was holding their small baby
daughter within his arms. He looked to her and said, “Who they be
from?”
“The coven, they wanted to congratulate us on
our daughter, but how did they know?” she asked.
And then she shook her head. She knew how
they knew.
“Wha', angeal?” Conall, asked as he placed
little Myra Fiona MacLaren, after Conall’s mother and her original
middle name, in her bassinet.
“They are the coven. They know all, and I
suspect they will watch over us and her for the rest of our
lives.”
“Indeed, now tha' Myra be ‘ere, I hope ye
will take a break from workin’?” he asked.
“I will. I have made a deal with my publisher
for one book a year until Myra is in school full time,” she
stated.
“They be content with tha’ arrangement?” he
asked.
“It had a very satisfying ending, my love. My
readers will wait. Myra will not,” she explained.
“An' ye, Addie, ha'e ye gotten yer happy
endin’?” he asked, with a smile.
“Aye, husband, aye. I lifted a curse, said
good-bye to my parents, and married my Highlander, what else do I
need?”
“More children,” he said, with a heated look
in his eyes.
Laughing she moved out from him and said, “We
cannot participate in that sort of activity yet, my love, not
yet.”
“I 'twill settle fer holdin' ye, an' watchin’
Myra sleep. I am content, me lo’e. We be no longer cursed, and I
thank ye, sweetin’. I thank ye.”
The End
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