Chapter 70: Lysander

Although I wasn’t certain what I’d been expecting, I could never have expected Lady Corinne Blackwell.

Her choice of wardrobe in particular was not precisely what a man might expect from the mother of Miss Bianca Blackwell…

Though I didn’t mind seeing where Miss Bianca’s ample…gifts originated from.

Green eyes–so similar to Miss Bianca’s–widened at the sight of me, as did a fanged smile. “A human! Did you tell me you were marrying a human, sweetie? Or is he just one of your lovers? Is he the baby’s daddy?”

Several times, Corinne. And Lysander is my intended husband.” Miss Bianca’s hands clenched and unclenched. “He is not the father of my child as of yet, because I am most definitely not pregnant.”

“Now don’t you get started with that ‘Corinne’ business, young lady. You call me some form of Mama or I’ll–”

I cleared my throat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Blackwell.”

“Well, aren’t you just a picture-perfect butler!” she squealed. “You’re a butler, aren’t you? You have the look of your great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather. My baby girl always did like butlers–her mama too, but I like ’em older. Did she ever tell you how she got the name Bumblebee?”

“Ah, no…”

Mother,” Bianca hissed.

Lady Blackwell continued without hesitation. “She just loved nibbling on old Frederick Lyons–well, she could only reach his shin at the time, poor thing. And only one of her fangs came down for the longest time–like a little stinger. Bart and I worried the other one would never come in, but just look at her now: perfect set of fangs just like her mama’s.”

I had no choice but to cough to mask my laughter, though I was uncertain to what extent I managed to fool Miss Bianca. “Her fangs are indeed perfect,” I said. “Along with everything else about her…”

That earned a laugh from Lady Blackwell, who smiled fondly at her daughter. “Ooh, sweetie, you’ve trained him well…you’ll have an easy marriage. Until he croaks, of course. Why haven’t you turned him yet? Do you need your mama to do it for you?”

My mouth went dry. “Ah…”

“I wouldn’t change anything about the man I love.” Miss Bianca dropped the words like a thunderbolt.

“So passionate,” said Lady Blackwell, her eyes trained on my face. “I wonder what’d make my baby girl finally settle down after all these years–or open her legs for the first time.”

I was unsure as to whether an answer was expected of me, but I was experiencing great difficulty keeping my eyes upon her face.

When I tried to wrench my gaze upward, that seemed only to have the opposite effect…

“He’s handsome,” Lady Blackwell murmured. “Very handsome. I bet he’d look real good in a spotless butler uniform, and with a little more gray in his hair…”

“You’re…too kind, Lady Blackwell,” I managed. Was the air conditioning in need of repair yet again…?

“Call me Corrie, sweetheart. Or Cor. Or anything you want, as long as it’s not this Lady business. Do I look old to you?”

I loosened the collar of my shirt. “You’re…you’re the very picture of youthful beauty, La—ah…”

Mother,” Bianca snapped. “Stop that at once.”

“Stop what, sweetie?” Her fangs glinted as she offered me a warm smile. Very warm. “Sandy and I are just having ourselves a nice mother-son chat. Aren’t we, Sandy?”

“Sandy…” I repeated. I’d never been called such a ridiculous nickname in all my life, but from Lady Blackwell’s lips, I no longer had any desire to hear my full name. “I…yes. Very nice…”

“Are you intent on taking everything from me?” Miss Bianca’s footsteps were heavy as she left us.

The bathroom door’s hinges whined when she slammed it behind her, sending an offensive jolt through my mind. I straightened. I would need to oil the squeaky hinges–and to tend to Miss Bianca. The latter took priority.

“I beg your pardon, Lady Blackwell,” I said. “I need a moment with your daughter.”

She smiled, her maroon lips dark against white fangs. “You’re stronger than you look. I like that.” Her serpentine eyes narrowed. “My baby girl needs a firm hand–a weak will won’t survive long.”

“…So I’ve learned, Lady Blackwell.”

The bathroom door was firmly shut, but not locked. The sight of Miss Bianca’s slumped shoulders squeezed my heart.

“So she’s released you from her clutches, has she?”

“No,” I said. “You would have to release me first for me to ever fall into anyone else’s.”

She turned to face me, though she wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Do you think I’m anything like her, Lysander?”

I had to tread carefully. “In what way, Miss Bianca?”

“Disgraceful. Common. Wildly inappropriate.”

“There’s nothing disgraceful or common about you. You are…like no one else, Miss Bianca. And we’ve been quite diligent in containing anything wildly inappropriate to this very room.”

“I suppose you must be furious with me, hiding such a nightmare from you for all this time…and Byron must hate me.”

“I can’t speak for Master Byron,” I said. “But I would forgive you anything. You’re my future wife, and the mother of–our future children.” I reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her pale cheek. “We can’t help who our parents are, or what they do. My father hurt you…who am I to pass judgment upon either of your parents?”

And then she was in my arms where she belonged, our daughter nestled safely between our bodies.

“I had no right,” she whispered as she pulled away. “No right to keep such a secret from my brother. He’ll hate me, Lysander–I know he will. And he should. He belonged with them. I was the one who deserved to be alone for eternity.”

I wanted to pull her back against me, but her tortured expression made me still my hands. “Master Byron is hardly a hateful man…and you would never deserve such a thing.”

“I deserve far less than I have. I should suffer for the suffering I’ve inflicted on him.”

I opened my mouth–and closed it again. “Sometimes a wicked young lady needs to be punished.”

Her head snapped up. “Lysander…?”

“No,” I growled. “Mister Chutney-Worthington.”

“I’ve missed you, Mister Chutney-Worthington…”

“I have no choice but to take a firm hand with you, Lady Blackthorne.”

“I know.”

And she did know. Though I made Lady Belladonna Blackthorne beg quite prettily for the honor of that hand.

Her…derriere was noticeably more…ahem.

But her banshee screeching was as familiar as ever…

My hand, although firm, was perhaps less firm than usual, so as not to disturb any peacefully slumbering daughter. However, I received no complaints. And when Lady Belladonna Blackthorne had been sufficiently punished, I considered my time in the bathroom complete.

But Miss Bianca had other ideas. Her strength never failed to surprise me–how easily she pushed me down upon the (spotless) commode. “Miss Bianca? It was my understanding that any such activity would–ah–wait until the wedding night…”

“Consider this an early wedding present.”

…Oh, how I did. Even as my legs gradually lost feeling beneath the combined weight of Miss Bianca and our unborn daughter…relief was sweet. And swift, although I received no complaints from my beautiful, stubborn wife-to-be.

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14 thoughts on “Chapter 70: Lysander

  1. Mister Chutney-Worthington made a reappearance just in time! Bianca really needed him after that encounter with her mother. I’m beginning to understand why Bianca kept their parents a secret from Byron. I don’t agree with what she did, but I understand. I don’t think Byron would be sweet, naive Byron had he lived with them instead of Bianca for all those years. He’d probably be a creep just like those Birdsong brothers or like Graham (pre-Isla Graham). The Blackwell parents are highly inappropriate. Did Corrine use some kind of enchantment power on Lysander which is why he couldn’t stop staring at her boobs? If so, not cool even if she was testing him for Bianca’s sake. I get the feeling that something like that happened in the past which is why Bianca got so upset.
    And this woman still doesn’t realise she’s pregnant! When is she gonna figure it out, when her water breaks? LOL.

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    1. Mister Chutney-Worthington saves the day! You make a good point about how different Byron might be under their parents’ supervision, though unlike Bianca, they’d probably be pretty hands-off. But I have a feeling he’d know exactly how to hit a homerun, LOL. Highly inappropriate is right!

      And yes, Corinne *did* mesmerize Lysander with her vampire powers, something Vilhelmina would smack Graham upside the head for doing.

      Bianca has to realize eventually…! Or she may have a sneaking suspicion, but isn’t ready to deal with it yet.

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  2. Gahhhhhh I wanna shake Lysander for STILL not telling Bianca the truth! *sigh*

    Loved seeing him start to fall for Cor’s charms though… I love seeing how crazy those two parents are! Ha! (Actually I feel like “parents” should be in quotes… 😂)

    I’m glad to see Bianca take ownership of her mistake. That was some really great development on her part. I’m proud of her 🙂 And I’m glad they got to FINALLY have sex again at the end haha

    Now… LYSANDER BE HONEST WITH YOUR FIANCÉ PLZ 😀

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    1. The news might’ve been more than Bianca could deal with right at that moment. 😉

      As lovely as Cor’s charms are, they weren’t solely responsible for his feelings~ At least he snapped out of it in time!

      Bianca is growing slightly, and not just in size. She feels at her worst around her parents, more insecure than she’d normally be. And Lysander is glad they got to use the bathroom for its intended purpose again too. Well, intended for *them.*

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      1. Haha I still think he needs to tell her. He is in time out until he does!

        And yes, those pesky vampiric mind-powers 😉 (actually they come into play in the PNN chapter I wore last night 😉 )

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  3. The focus on jubbly heritage this chapter was delightful! And repeat focus. Over, and over, and over. :mrgreen:

    I like Corinne; she may be an embarrassment, and a very inattentive mother, but in her own way she seems to care. Like a free spirit, it’s not in her nature to be coddling (or responsible), and she sees to her own pleasure first and foremost (not unlike Bianca), but she wants her children to be happy (though possibly not at the expense of *her* happiness; also like Bianca).

    Lysander was a hero this chapter. Not only was he able to resist his future mother-in-law’s ample jubblies, but he gave Bianca what she needed (I don’t mean the spanking); that’s a good partner right there.

    I mean, we ALL want Bianca to realize she’s pregnant (frothing for it actually), but it feels like Lysander knows that she has enough on her plate with the arrival of her parents, and feeling like an outsider from her family, and it was really sweet of him to self-correct to fit her narrative of ‘totally not pregnant’ instead of picking a bad moment to force the truth on her.

    It goes back to their weird little world, where they both seem to know the rules; one day Bianca will have to face reality, but I love that Lysander is there to support her and be on her side, even if he’d rather celebrate with her. And no, it’s not healthy for her to have delusions about her pregnancy, but I just love seeing him taking care of her.

    We should all be so lucky to have a partner willing to put up with our weirdness like that! ❤ ❤ ❤

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    1. JUBBLY HERITAGE MONTH

      Like Bianca, Corinne has a weird way of showing she cares. (A lot of these people do, it would seem…) She definitely does things her own way. I’m not 100% sure that Byron wouldn’t have burnt to a crisp in his childhood if Corinne and Bart had raised him.

      Lysander’s jubbly-resisting powers! And he was really considerate–one of his strengths as a butler was understanding what his mistress needed. Except for his Butler D way back when.

      He definitely knew she couldn’t handle the pregnancy news/issue right now. She’s off-balance around her parents and she still needs to talk to Byron. But there will be time before she bursts! Probably.

      They can keep living in their weird little world for the time being. ❤ He likes taking care of her.

      ❤ ❤ ❤

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