Part 9: teasing the Devil
Of course, there was no immediate “happy ever
after” for them; quite the contrary, at first their situation proved to be even
more unstable than the usual.
Cruella couldn’t easily get used to her new
conditions: the rational part of her hadn’t accepted the life growing inside of
her yet, while the instinctive one was completely taken by irritation and a
strange form of emotionality. In all of this, Isaac’s role was important, even
if often circumscribed to a sort of scapegoat; however he had found right in
that occasion his determination and his ability to stand his ground. They
fought, not with high pitch but often, and against any expectations he was the
one to get the best of it. Sure, it was about essential matters - such as not
smoke, not drink and not drive during pregnancy - but even if the woman was
forced to surrender, she felt frustrated anyway… And unavoidably she took any
chance to react.
“Cru, where have you put the keys of the
A melliflous smile was the immediate answer.
She had chosen the playful method this time.
“I don’t know, darling… Why don’t you try
looking for them?”
The man looked at her for some moments and it
was in the end his turn to smile. He perfectly knew her so far, he had found
out her deepest secrets (or at least he hoped) and living with her he had
learnt her habits. That mischievous expression then was just a further proof
for his suspect.
“Do you want to bet that I guess
Her eyes shined curiously and also
challenginly. With that silent but determined encouragement, Isaac approached
more until he was able to touch her; giving her a quick amused glance, he
started to untie the first buttons of her shirt until he uncovered completely
her bra. He lingered just a moment on the fabric and then – once he let the
hand slip inside – on her soft skin, but that wasn’t his aim though. In fact, a
few seconds later he extracted again his hand, but not before having picked a
certain something. And that something was now waving in front of her eyes.
“How- How did you guess?” she asked, slightly
widening her eyes. She actually seemed surprised.
“I know you, my love. Your bra is practically
Mary Poppin’s bag” he replied, while already heading back to the door with his
precious keys in hand.
“Wait… Do you really want to leave me like
Now she seemed disappointed. Whatever she had
thought of doing, the awakened libido in pregnancy wasn’t suggesting her to tie
the buttons of her shirt. But Isaac didn’t respond to that tease and simply
gave her a silent solicitation to hurry up. He had booked a table for 8 o’clock
and they were already late – or so he kept saying at least since ten minutes.
Apparently, if she was Mary Poppins,
he was the White Rabbit.
Sighing heavily and looking up to the sky,
Cruella fixed her clothes and, after grabbing her purse – because she didn’t
put everything in her bra after all – reached him out of the house. And the
vision of the car was like adding fuel to the fire.
“Damn it, why can’t I drive? Pregnant women
drive all the time!”
That protest, now no more so playful, had a
simple glare as an answer.
“Normal women? Yes… You? Not a chance!” he
answered then with words as well, showing a brave irony.
Cruella puffed annoyed, but for some strange
reason she felt in awe by the man’s confidence; without resisting, she let him
open the door at the passenger side for her and then, once she was seated, she
even allowed him to fasten the seatbelt around her body.
In other words, she let him win for the
unteempth time, even if she didn’t hold herself from complaining about his slow and boring drive.
Sparkling water in place of wine and banned
any raw vegetable or ready-sliced meat: even that night Cruella had unwillingly
submitted to Isaac’s new presumed degree
in medicine, but she had taken revenge with a million of strange dishes
ordered behind the justification of “cravings”. Actually, just in her third
month of pregnancy, she hadn’t had not even one of them, but this fact didn’t
prevent her from the sadic amusement of awakening him in the dead of the night
and send him to search for strawberries. And it was February, in an isolated
Too lost in her reverie, she missed the scene
of the happy greeting from the Golds, and when, with widened eyes, she finally
focused her attention on them, she just grasped Belle’s graceful figure and the
hopping Rumple’s one walking away hand in hand.
But if she was staring at them, someone else
was staring at her.
“Don’t make that face, Cru… Mr Gold will be
my bestman, after all”
Cruella’s eyes widened even more and now they
were alll focused on the man in front of her. She knew that the two men had
become close friends, but yet she didn’t expect them to be that close.
“But… Why the hell haven’t you asked me
anything about it?”
Isaac just chuckled sincerely amused by that
predictable reaction and simply shrugged. He had learnt so far how to handle
her irritation very well.
you? I believe you didn’t ask me anything about the choice of Ursula and
Maleficent as your bridesmaids…”
“And who should they be otherwise? The old
shewolf and her nephew?”
The man didn’t answer at that point. In fact, not even if he had written the
whole fairytale book again, something like that could have happened – he
thought and in silence he agreed with her.
“Anyway…” he started again after a short
while and his tone softened slightly while changing the topic. “Is everything
ready for the wedding?”
It was Cruella’s turn to shrug, but her
nonchalance wasn’t probably so faked. “My dress is almost ready, darling.”
only thing I really care about – she would have liked to add, but she knew
that her total disinterest in the ceremony was already well-known.
However, Cruella’s unusual tact was
completely balanced by Isaac’s answer.
“Well, also Gold’s car is ready… You know, in
case I decide to leave you on the altar” he said in fact with
a teasing smile.
And it was that smile more than his wisewreck
to be the last straw. Cruella let her fork fall loudly on the plate and, not
caring about the general attention she had then attracted, she let out all the hidden
resentment she had been preserving toward him. She had critized Isaac’s
kindness and naivety more than once, but now that mix of cinism and sarcasm was
Mostly because, even if she knew it was all a
product of fiction, he was proving himself to be a good actor though.
And the man this time pretended to be confused too. “To do what?”
“To play the villain!” she quickly exclaimed. “I am the bitch between me and
you, I am the sarcastic, emotionless, nasty one… I am the villain”
At the end of that little scene she even had
some tears in her eyes. But it was not Isaac to have obtained that much, that
was just one of the many inconvenients of pregnancy.
“I thought you liked my mascular side…”
“Yes, but I meant in the bedroom!” she
replied and the hint of mischievousness in her voice made a big contrast to the
Maybe it was right because of that
contradiction that the author slighlty chuckled and grabbed without too many
hesitation one of her hands.
“It’s true, you are the villain. But that’es
exactly the reason why I have to behave like this… It can really be hard living
with a devil, you know?” he admitted honestly, not caring about showing his fragility
now. “But I’m doing all of this just because I love you and I’m trying to find
the better way to make things work”
Apparently, the play was over and he was back
to be the same puppy blinded by love as ever. If that was a bad or a good thing
she still wasn’t ready to say, though. He had just told her that he loved her
and, like everytime he did, she ended up feeling embarassment, shame and most of
all a sort of bother for those words that – both of them knew it – she would
have never been able to say back.
“Oh, darling, honestly I like seeing your…
sweetness” she said, even if the word she was going to say was actually submission. Hoever, she didn’t hide her
glare while in a sudden twitch she broke the disgustingly and publicly romantic
contact between their hands. “…But maybe
not too much”
I know, I’m late with this chapter and honestly I don’t know when I’ll be able to write the next one:/ It’s not even an important chapter, but I hope you liked it anyway:)