Teasers and notes of interest

As of now…I have the Monday chapters completed and that’s it. So I’m going to make the official proclamation that next week will begin our once a week postings (most likely Sunday night/Monday) until I either have quite a few chapters stacked up, and/or am reaching the end of the story. I foresee that potentially happening for Flyboy in the not so distant future. On the plus side, I was inspired my MPG’s Chasing Victory, and suddenly found myself dreaming up a Nascar Driver Bella, and of course a jackassy Racer Edward. LOL. I’m not sure, but I’m sort of thinking that it may end up my next project once Flyboy is completed. We’ll see. I might lose interest or find my plot falling flat before I reach the point to begin posting.
At any rate, Here are the teasers for Monday’s Posts! Hope you enjoy them!


Sovereign Fate Chapter 13 Teaser

Edward beamed down at Bella, feeling excited for the first time since knowing they were leaving their honeymoon getaway. He brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones as he held her face lovingly between his palms before letting out a slow, regretful breath.

“It is time, my Bella. The chariot awaits our parade to Whitehall.”

He stepped aside after Bella closed her eyes and nodded slowly in agreement, straightening his posture and lifting his arm in offering for her to take. She lifted her gloved hand to rest in the crook of his offered arm as she straightened her posture as well; taking on the role she was born to play. They walked gallantly arm in arm down the grand staircase to the main vestibule where several officers waited in dress uniform, Jasper amongst them, to escort them to the Palace.

The officers in the room watched the perfect couple in awe as they regally descended the staircase. Many of the waiting officers stood in awe of the stunning beauty of their future queen. They knew nothing of her but her face and kind eyes, and yet all of them were already willing to go to war in order to protect their new Sovereign.

They all stood at attention as the Prince and Princess made their way regally to the large white carriage led by two massive white horses. Edward smiled at Bella with a wink as he offered his hand to help her step up while Emmett stood on the other side, providing his hand as well. Emmett was dressed in finery nearly equal to that of Edward and Bella upon Bella’s insistence that he openly show the peerage of his birth even if he had not been allowed to do so in Spain. In her mind, this was a new start for them all. She was determined that his life be far better in England than it was in Spain. The shame of his parent’s decisions would not be cast upon him here if the Princess had any say.

Once the Prince and Princess were settled within their carriage, the officers, along with Emmett, mounted matching steeds taking their places ahead of and behind the carriage as an escort for the future King and Queen of England. The first half hour or so of their trip was quiet as they moved through the English countryside, but the closer they came to the stretching outskirts of the city, the more of an audience they had.


The Wallflower and The Flyboy Chapter 18 Teaser

I whimpered a little as I pushed through the last of the contraction, shifting on the bed as needed. When I finally stopped, I sat back on my heels, taking a deep breath with closed eyes. When I opened them, Carlisle was beaming even more brightly at me.

“You handled that extremely well, Bella. I’m proud of you. You keep doing whatever you need to in order to get you through until it’s time to push, but then you must lay down for the doctor to deliver. In the time until then, I will inform the nurses that I have given you permission to do this as needed. They won’t like it, but they won’t argue.”

I sighed, reaching for the cool wet cloth in Esme’s hand. “Thank you, Carlisle. Do you know how long before I have to push?”

He looked to Esme. “How far apart are her contractions?”

I gasped, leaning forward to prop myself on my hands and knees again. Carlisle made mumbled, “Ah…I see,” as I huffed my way through the contraction again, rocking and shifting as needed, tears pushing past my closed lids, but still bearable enough not to make me scream. When it passed, I looked up imploringly as he smiled at me.

“It shouldn’t be long now. I’m going to ask for your dilation to be checked. My guess is you’ll be ready to push relatively soon.”

“How soon is relatively, Carlisle?” I half growled toward the curtain, before looking apologetically at my father-in-law. He chucked shaking his head.

“I can’t say for sure. All deliveries are different. It could be anywhere from fifteen minutes to two more hours. It all depends on how dilated you are and how quickly you complete the process. Considering the closeness of your contractions, I would say it would probably be sooner, but you never know until the cervix is checked.”

I nodded with a whimper, shifting on the bed once more. Within a few minutes, the nurse came in, scowling at me as I huffed on my hands and knees through another contraction.

(Note of Interest: in doing my research for this chapter, the attitude of Nurse Bitch, as I like to call her, was what one lady experienced in 1946, all the way down to the doctor telling her she was going to kill herself and her baby by crawling on the bed on hands and knees since it relieved her contractions. I’m so thankful that the ideas on childbirth have shifted over the years. I didn’t benefit from them since both of my babies were taken C-section…that was a whole big ordeal that I’m not going into detail with here, unless you just want to hear, in which case PM me… Anyway, I’m glad that hospital staff these days are more compassionate and there is encouragement for families to visit and for bonding time with baby. Stepping off the soapbox now…Hope you enjoyed today’s updates and these teasers. Now off to see if I can get some writing done tonight.)

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