The Endeavor

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"Ah, well, then What you want to say to me, my lady? ". Answered to her in spite of without eliminating the smile of his lips while it was leaving his brandy glass on his table and was taking a piece of to eight and it was dancing it between his fingers with agility. He was known that that one had hurt her, that his words had hurt her really.

[ladylouisebeckett]

Her complexion paled more than usual. Now that she was here, she did not know how easy it would be to tell him.

"I thought...now that you are married...I need to tell you something." She bit her lip, "you have a son, Cutler. We have a son."

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

I believe that you have informed badly. I had a son. Amandine, there has lost the son who was waiting. The news in Port Royale runs as the gunpowder". He said with irony without looking at her, only it was looking at the piece of for eight that was making dance between his fingers, thinking about his ambition of knowing his meaning, without thinking about his son not born not about his wife.

[ladylouisebeckett]

Her lip twitched, "our son was conceived whilst we were still married Cutler."

She did not really know what else to say, he was after all married to another woman now. The thought of it still pained her. With a wistful sigh, she pulled a small miniature out of the folds of her skirt. She handed it to Cutler, "I had this painted before I left." The miniature portrayed a small child, at least five years old. "He looks just like you. I just thought you ought to know."

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

Cutler Beckett got up of his seat impelled by a force that it was never using.Looked at Marie when she teached him the paint and it squinted the eyes. He did not want to see the face of the child who existed in that portrait. It was trying to support a cold face before her, it did it, but in his interior a cyclone of emotions they began to re-live in an unstoppable way. He did not believe it, only he smiled a little saying to her;

" I do not believe you, Marie. If you have come to play with me, already you are lost the time , get out ".

He dont closed over , it was behind the chair supporting his hands against her strongly, even it was possible to see as he was pressing the wood with his hands, was pressing it in such a way that they could turn the bigger and bigger veins.

[ladylouisebeckett]

Get out!

His words stung, but she fought to fight them. She had expected such a reaction. As much as she still loved him, she knew that he had moved on. She was doing it for the sake of her son, the innocent bystander in the whole debacle of their relationship. He deserved the acknowledgement of his father, even if Cutler never wanted to have anything to do with him.

"I have no intention of playing with you Cutler. I just feel my son deserves the acknowledgement of his son. I expect nothing from you, but to accept him. You can hate me as much as you like."

She turned toward the door, but stopped as her hand rested on the knob. "I have not been with any man since you, Cutler. You need not worry that your son has been tainted by another father."

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

Beckett felt like his world was destroyed around him, his heart began to hasten and his stone mask began to break. He knew that she was telling the truth, she was not lying to him. He knew her very well, they had always hurt one other and she, really it had destroyed it with this news.A son, really he had a secret heir, she had concealed it, she had not said it to himself. It could have been the solution of his marriage, if she had not said it to himself earlier, now he would not be married with Amandine. All this was thinking it rapidly whereas every time it was becoming more frantic, angrier and it demonstrated it, because he closed over to Marie with rapidity, his legs although they were small, they crossed his cabin in two steps .He took her strongly of the arm and threw her towards him without importing for him the damage that it could have caused, his eyes seemed to be burning hot when it was looking at her and his lips were pressed reflecting an unstoppable anger...

" I CURSE YOU MARIE!!!!!!!!!! I CURSE YOU MARIE !!! "

Scream taking her strongly of the arm while it was looking at her with a hate and an uncontrolled passion.

[ladylouisebeckett]

He overpowered her, her heart beat increased. "YOU CURSE ME?" Bitter anger coursed through her veins, "YOU LEFT ME ON A WHIM, CUTLER! ALL BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT I WAS SLEEPING WITH BELSAMUEL!"

With a deep breath, she regained some composure, his grip painful on her arm. "I did not know I was pregnant when you left me. I did not keep it from you on purpose."

Although she knew she should be furious at him, she could not muster the emotion. His closeness, his delightful scent, the sound of his angered breathing - it thrust her into a fit of desire. As they had been when they were married, she wanted him...she tried to fight him...but she desperately wanted him.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

On having heard his words, he pushed it against the door, his bodies were touching, one with other. He could not stop being angered, furiously with her. " It is normal that it had left you, the whole London was speaking about you, Marie ". This time his voice returned to the everlasting one, calmed, ironic, ready to hurt with every word." They called you whore, the London´s whore. Since I was going to be able to allow it that my reputation was getting dirty. How could you have made me this, Marie?. Could it hang you if I want .... and I can do it, you it know truth? "

[ladylouisebeckett]

Fear rushed through her, "but would you hang me Cutler?" His body against hers was anything but enticing, it was dangerous. "Would you hang the mother of your child?"

Once again, she subdued her emotions, her expression becoming stern, "I know my reputation, Cutler, and I hate the man who gave me it. If you are to hang anyone, hang that damned villain Belsamuel. I will personally be there to cheer it."

She paused, as though finding the correct words, "our son is untainted by that reputation. In fact, his presence near cleans my own. He looks just like you, Cutler, he is your son. No body can doubt it. Do not punish him for what he has not committed. Do not hang the only person who cares about him."