# Iain    
# Iain    

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Christine looked at Iain with a serious look on her face.  ”He told me that I should not be afraid.  Everything will be alright.  He will grown big and strong just like his father.  Just like you,” she told him.

Iain gave a small chuckle his serious look taken a back halt as he smiled he kissed Christine on the lips with a hard force before dropping himself to be near her belly. Iain started to their unborn son in his native tongue. 

Christine smiled down at him as he spoke to their son.  She didn’t understand what he was saying, but she knew that whatever it was he was saying, it was filled with love. She leaned back on her palms so that he could speak to him better.

Iain continued to mumbled to their son for a few more minutes before raising his head and kissing Christine once again before pulling back. The clap of thunder and gotten their attention.

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Christine visibly was taken back by her question.  ”Of course I love your brother,” she said defensively.  ”Why did you ask me that?”

”Cuz frankly I’ve nevur seen this happen tae him before ever.” Nora stated sternly. ”There has nevur not even a wee bit of a trace that Iain had been attracted tae anybody or love like he does fer yee. He’s only capable of loving so much I kno I’m sure yee aware of et.” She continued looking at her. ”I’m warnin’ ya don’t break his heart.” Nora said.

Christine pulled back.  ”I would never break his heart.  Why would you think that I would ever do that to him?  I love hi more than anything,” she said defensively.  

”Because I still don’t kno what type of lass yee are and like I said he’s nevur been in love I don’t kno where this es gonna go.” Nora said back she was trying not to raise her voice at the other but she was highly protective of her twin.

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Christine made polite conversation throughout dinner.  She noticed how Reggie did not say much at all, and recognized the uncomfortable look on her face.  It was the same expression Iain had on his face when he first dined with her family.  When dinner was finally over, Christine asked Iain to make a decision about their evening.

Iain and Christine were in the parlor room while Erik and Reggie were outside on the patio near the front since the dark sky’s weren’t too gloomy looking. ”She can stay, laddie es gonna have tae be patient wit her I kno et. She’s very…” Iain made a hand gesture trying to find the words. ”She’s very much like me, I can see that.” he went on. Reggie was leaning against the railing near the patio, the corset beyond ability to wear at this point ”Erik I need for you to do something for me…” she wheezed.    

Christine, who had been sitting on a chair sipping her tea, rose to join her husband.  She took his hands into hers and smiled up at him.  ”I know it will be hard or her, but I have faith in Erik.  If I was able to help you adjust to this new life, he will be able to help her,” she said. 

Erik jumped as soon as Reggie spoke.  He was so nervous to be alone with her as he thought about what had transpired between them before they had been summoned for dinner.  ”Yes?” he asked her with a hint of urgency in his voice.

Iain just nodded knowing he had been that very same situation years ago funny how history repeated itself in the family. ”I kno lass, I have faith in laddie tae.” The Scotsman retorted as he looked out the window onto the ground before taking a seat across Christine he watched as she drank the tea.

”Remove this corset please……” Reggie said through gritted teeth she hated the poofy dress but the corset was the worst of this royal attire. She started fiddling with the back laces but couldn’t reach the rest of it. 

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Christine left out a cry as she felt him enter her.  She rolled her hips as she arched her back off the bed.  ”Iain,” she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders.  ”I love you so much.”

”Christine I love…yee tae.” Iain moaned into her ear, he pushed her hair back so that he had better access as he laid kisses and lightly bit at her soft skin where ever he wanted too. After some stalling he thrusted into Christine hard. 

Christine moaned his name as she felt him begin to move inside of her.  Shutting off her mind, she left her body react naturally to his thrusts.  Her hips moved in sink with his.  No moans were held back as she told him exactly what she was feeling.  ”Yes, Iain! More!” she cried.

Iain gave into Christine demands until neither of them could move let alone preform another try at making love. The Scotsman sat up in bed rubbing his wrist to get the sore out while some nail marks left from Christine were healing. He dragged his finger across one of them on his chest while taking a drag of a cigarette.  

# Iain    
Welcome to the second reel glad that you can make it We thought your fate was sealed it’s not what we expected But you punch above your weight and you’re stronger than you look And the ending’s not the same they changed it from the book I’m the boy with the bubblegun I’m taking aim I cannot hit to hurt or cause you pain If words could kill I’d spell out your name It’s time to kill the king it’s written in the scripture See what tomorrow brings got to get a bigger picture So forgive me forgive me for I am born to be what I must be and I must beThe boy with the bubblegun I’m taking aim I cannot hit to hurt or cause you pain If words could kill I’d spell out your name I’m the boy with the bubblegun The boy with the bubblegun I’m the boy with the bubblegun with work to do If songs could kill this one’s for you

Welcome to the second reel glad that you can make it 
We thought your fate was sealed it’s not what we expected 
But you punch above your weight and you’re stronger than you look 
And the ending’s not the same they changed it from the book 

I’m the boy with the bubblegun 
I’m taking aim 
I cannot hit to hurt or cause you pain 
If words could kill I’d spell out your name 

It’s time to kill the king it’s written in the scripture 
See what tomorrow brings got to get a bigger picture 
So forgive me forgive me for I am born to be what I must be and I must be

The boy with the bubblegun I’m taking aim 
I cannot hit to hurt or cause you pain 
If words could kill I’d spell out your name 
I’m the boy with the bubblegun 
The boy with the bubblegun 
I’m the boy with the bubblegun with work to do 
If songs could kill this one’s for you

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