Bambina

Katy's POV

"I told you that you weren't gonna like what you see, dear wife"

When he spoke, it almost sounded like he had anticipated this. Like he knew that this particular conversation was going to occur between us.

"Is this why you didn't let me see you before?" I asked him.

"Nah"

He played with the ring on his middle finger, it was a sigil of sorts, I couldn't make out the creature on it.

"Then why?" I insisted.

"To keep you safe in case you didn't sign the document, my Cuoricino. I have a lot of enemies" he said in his little calm voice.

I stared at him.

"Why? Are you disappointed?" he asked

"I wish you didn't look like that" I told him honestly.

I was being cruel but it had to be said.

Katy of yesterday would have walked around this particular conversation but the Katie standing here was different.

"Oh" he looked taken back like he didn't anticipate this particular conversation. "I can't help how I look, Katie. I was made this way. Couldn't you manage me?"

"I Just wish you look different. It would have made being married to you a little easier….it was would have made liking you a little less tedious"

He stared at me.

"Why? Why are you so disappointed?" He asked and took a step closer, he still had both hands in his pocket.

"I know your kind. You are a walking contradiction, Mr. Midnight…"

"It's Jack. Just Jack…"

I interrupted him.

"You are a stunning paradox - a beautiful, powerful man with a dangerous edge, yet an easygoing personality that puts those around you at ease…I hate that. I don't know which part is true. Are you dangerous or are you easygoing?" I asked him.

"Well, Katie, I am…"

I kept talking.

"Your chiseled features are a testament to your strength, with piercing eyes that seem to see right through others yet you sparkle with warmth and humor, Jack. Are you strong or are you funny? Answer me because you can't be both!"

"Katie.."

"Let's talk about physical appearances. Are you not aware of your broad shoulders and powerful build, even under your casual attire, you are perfect! It's your hair, your red lips and those darkest shades of brown eyes. It's your stupid height and the way you always seem to know the perfect time to make your presence known. It's that you are comfortable in your perfect flawless skin and you know your place in this world. It's that you are physically beautiful, Jack yet you act like you are completely oblivious of your charms. So, like I said…a walking contradiction!" I analyzed him in under a minute.

He leaned in to look at me…really look at me.

"I am sorry I'm a bundle of disappointment, Bambina. You know, most wives would be grateful for how I look"

"I am not most wives, Jack" I said spitefully.

"Yeah. I can see that" He straightened his posture "But there is no need to get all fiery and wild...or say mean little things to your cute husband, my darling. Let's play nice, okay?"

Yeah!

Sure!

"Don't worry, I'm sure you will certainly have fun taming me, am I right" I said with a scowl.

He chuckled. This time his smile reached his brown eyes.

"Believe me when I say…I have no intention of taming you, Katie" He said in his easy going voice.

Maybe I am wrong about his wicked nature, maybe…he is good and kind, and easygoing-

"Now, take off your clothes" he ordered.

I rolled my eyes at the universe.

"Could we…" I started to tell him but stopped midway.

How do I say I know I'm your wife now and all but could we put of fucking or consummating our marriage until I have healed from birthing the daughter that was so gruesomely taken from me.

How do I say I'm exhausted and all I wanted to do was take a warm shower and cry some more…sleep till the crow comes home and then repeat?

How do I say…I'm heartbroken, Jack and unsteady…I'm shaky.

I didn't know how, so I didn't say anything.

I had a feeling it wouldn't matter to him, anyway.

So, I strengthened my posture and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Yeah…sure" I murmured "Let's get this over with. But you have to do it from behind…the doggie Way and spare the both of us the awkwardness that comes with having to look at each other during the act"

I took off the bloodied shirt and the dress afterwards and soon, I was standing in front of my new husband almost naked - just in my bra and panties.

And then I caught my reflection in the huge mirror by the corner of the room.

And suddenly, I felt self conscious.

My belly was still bulgy, my boobs were still tender, my head had stopped dripping blood but it still had dried up blood.

I must certainly smell and I'm pretty sure that that mark on my stomach wasn't going away anytime soon - there was nothing desirable about me.

"I t-think I…"

I stuttered in my insecurities as his gaze washed over me in one sweep.

He stood there like a Greek God and I stood here with all of my insecurities coming out to play.

I felt the urge to wrap myself with something…anything

"I was in a accident" I felt the need to explain "I will…l-look better after a w-warm shower and some f-food" then I got angry with myself that I cared so much about what he thought of me

"I will be more fuckable, I believe" I spat out

He came closer.

Trailing his finger from my face to my cheeks.

"You are beautiful, Bambina"

Yeah, sure!

I look terrific!

I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the worst.

He was the man who granted wishes and took his prize with remorse. He must surely want to do wicked things to me.

Then he spoke again

"I have no intention of fucking you, dear wife. This marriage of ours is strictly on paper as long as you don't break my one rule"