EASTER: (Don't mind errors, jeez I'll fix them later. I'm a sickly beast watching 50 Shades of Grey.. all I'm saying is I hope the books are better.)

Egghead

The kids run around the lawn with baskets in hand. I've never been one to get into religious holidays but they aren't bad to celebrate. As long as you leave religion out.

Scott walks next me, the whole time looking straight ahead. I don't bother to look at him either. We both just watch the kids run and play.

"It's a beautiful day." He says. "The kids seem to be having fun."

"Scott, why am I here?" I ask not even bothering to look at him.

He looks down at me, his blonde hair pushed back slightly as he shows off in his blue suit. His intense gaze causes me to look up at him, but as quickly as I do I look away. "I needed a place discreet to talk to you."

"Bringing your ex "girlfriend" to the home of you and your ex wife, on a holiday with your kids, family, friends, and coworkers to discuss your sexual endeavors is the best place to be discreet? No, Scott, this is the worst place to cause a scene, especially for a board member like you."

Scott and I were in a sexual relationship. Well, sexual to him, no so much to me. I knew what he wanted but I couldn't help but to grow accustom to him. I care about Scott whether he wants me to or not. He's an egghead, but he's my egghead.

The only thing I regret is what I did to his family. His wife, Brinda, is a bit of a bitch, so she deserved it. It's the kids I feel bad about. His wife has a daughter and they have a son together. Though the girl isn't his, Scott loves her like so. He wanted to do right by her by doing right by her mother. Scott wanted to show his daughter how she should be treated by a man. That obviously didn't go according to plan since his womanizing ways got in the way of that.

Scott and I have had family like outings with the children. They seem to like me. But I'm not so sure about that now. I didn't know Scott was married until his wife caught us in bed together. We had been together for over a year at the time and, unbeknownst to me, they were in the midst of divorce.

"But I know you'd never do that, I have too much control over you." He smirks as he looks away, his arm wrap around my waist to pulls me closer but he pulls away just as fast. "Plus, this is the best place to have it. If we were to meet up anywhere else people would become suspicious."

This was a pretty smart yet foolish observation. I don't know why he's even attempting to take this risk though. He doesn't care, he couldn't care enough not to be selfish even if he tried. He especially doesn't -and shouldn't- give a single fuck about me.

"Why, what's the point in doing this? What do you want from me?" I ask, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"I don't want anything from you, Rebecca. I just want you." He looks into my eyes, his filled with want but not love nor passion.

I look away, not knowing what to do or say. All I can do is watch the children fill their baskets with candy filled eggs, even though their parents are probably going to take it away from them anyways.

My eyes land on Kenssy and Breck, Scott's children. Though they're half brother and sister they don't act like it.

"I think they hate me." I say as my eyes begin to tear up. "It's the hardest thing about this situation. I can barely live with myself because I love those children... but... I ruined them." I put my head down in shame as a single tear slips down my face. As quickly as it does I wipe it away. "They hate me don't they?" I say after a small pause

"No," he brings his hand up to comfort me but thinks the better of it. This is not the time or place to show any kind of affection. "They love you. They prefer you over their abusive mother. You gave us a reason to get away from Brinda."

Brinda wasn't physically abusive to the children, she was emotionally abusive. She treated them like crap and tried to make them feel bad about themselves. Every time Scott told me of the things she did I wanted to kill her, I still do. She's a drunken idiot that doesn't deserve love, especially not from her children.

He should've left her sooner but their marriage was for political purposes. Their divorce is dividing the company they've conjoined, now it's reeking havoc on the industry. This gathering is a small part of the many larger attempts to fix the severed pieces.

I sniffle, finally containing my emotions after a while. "That's good, but I should still apologize since this is the last time I'll be seeing them... or you." I add the you bit. He obviously doesn't have as much control over me as he thinks.

After this situation it's about time I leave this family alone. I've done so much and ruined so much more. I'm not running away, I'm not letting this situation have that much control over me. I'm just going to stay away from the Pritchett family. They don't need a destructive person like me hovering over them.

Scott breaks into laughter. "It's cute how you think I'd let you leave, and how you think you have a choice in this relationship."

I sigh at his words. I have a choice, but he's persistent. When he wants something he doesn't stop until he has it. It's one of the things I like the most about him.

"I know you want to know why I called you here, and I want to tell you because I really need this favor, but you're not gonna like it. Just hear me out." His words cause me to raise a brow at him. Scott makes sure the coast is clear before he walks off. He gesturing for me to discreetly follow him into the house and I do.

"I'd do anything for your children, you know that." I say honestly, making sure he understands that I'd never do anything crazy solely for him.

He takes me into an empty closet and takes my hands in his.

"Marry me. It's a ludicrous idea, I know, but bare with me. If I'm going to spend my life with anyone it's going to be someone who cares about my family, someone I can be loyal to. Tonight they'll be hosting an event where the heads of the company will select a potential girl for me to marry, they'll compete in a game and whoever wins will be my wife."

The words sting my heart. It saddens me how they sell of the men in their company the same way an old timey man would sell of his daughter.

"What does any of this have to do with me? They'll be upset if you ran off and got married without their consent, especially if it's not to one of their potentials."

"That's not what I mean, and this had everything to do with you. I'm a major head in this corporation, whether they like it or not I have a choice. And you're it. I'm not subjecting my children to any of the winches they're trying to marry me off to."

I take a step back as I think over it. My eyes are now filled with dread. I'd do anything to prevent him and those kids from dealing with another Brinda, or even simply having to quickly adjust to another women they do not know.

"Fine." I breath out, succumbing to the idea and horrendous thoughts of the struggle they'd have to face.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He picks me up and spins me around enthusiastically. "I swear you won't regret this, I'll be the best husband I can possibly be. Meet me at the hall at 11, you'll get the rest of the details there. For now enjoy the festivities." He goes to leave the room before stopping. "And don't talk to the kids, I'd be best if they came to you."

***

I pull up to the hall where Scott hosts all of his events. The small lot is full with up to fifteen cars, which means fifteen leaders with up to fifteen girls competing.

I came in my car whereas the the other girls come in overthetop limos. I'm fine with this, I just wish Scott would've told me.

Leaning against the side of the hall is Scott. He is in an all black suit and has a cigar in hand. I look from him to the cigar in his hand warningly. I don't like when he smokes and he knows it. In the darkened distance I can make out him rolling his green and brown eyes playfully. Even though he does so he still puts out the cigar.

I turn and head for the entrance. I don't even make it a couple feet before I hear him jogging up to me. He takes the cigar and throws it to the ground before linking our arms. "Let's go in together."

I raise an eyebrow at him as I give him a shocked look. He must be losing his mind. "What? Scott, they're going to be pissed."

"I know," He smirks as he guides me to the entrance. "By the end of the night they'll have something more to be pissed about." He says pushing open the automatic double doors for no clear reason.

As we enter the hall we separate. I go to the side with the components and he goes to stand in front of the stage. A few people had watched us enter, including a girl standing next to the one next to me.

"Ladies!" The man on stages announces in a British accent. He pauses for dramatic or ironic effect. "And gentlemen -I'm going to spare the bloody details because we all know why we're here," Everyone laughs at that, everyone except Scott and I. They won't say it because they don't want to face the horrible reality in which they've created.

"There are 15-" Scott clears his throat, grabbing his attention before whispering up to him. "Scratch that, 16 eggs hidden amongst the room, one for each woman. You must choose a single egg and return to the white line. The lucky lady that has the one Mr. Pritchett has previously chosen will become Mrs. Pritchett. Get on the white line and get ready to begin." He says gesturing towards Scott. Everyone claps and a few of the younger members cheer. I simply sigh and roll my eyes at the idea.

I look around at the other girls. They begin to line up and I follow. My pale, salmon gown flows as other girls rush past me. One is in a gorgeous, blinged out deep blue dress. She is beautiful with curly brown hair that flows down her back. If Scott ended up marrying her I couldn't even force myself to be upset.

Once I'm on the line I look over at Scott. He mouths out a silent 'good luck' to me. I flash him a small smile in response. There's no way I can do this. Even if I find the right egg there's no way they'll let him marry me.

"On the count of three, find and choose that special egg. 1... 2... 3... GO!"

As soon as he gives the word they spread. I look around the room and watch as the girls scramble. One digs into the dirt of a potted plant. Another dives onto the floor, catching an egg that another girl had thrown. A lady in a white gown hides unwanted eggs behind stuff.

I go to where the appropriately dressed girl in the wedding gown went. When I'm just about to reach it another girl comes running up, along with the blue gowned girl. They wrestle for a bit but the blonde girl in a orange gown with a diamond studded belt wins. She takes her reward to the line as the girl in blue storms off.

I stand in the middle of the madness for a bit. My eyes wander. Some of the girls are on the line. A few of them men make bets on who's gonna win, their fathers smack them in the head to make them stop. Other girls still fight and search while I just stand there. Just watching. Until my eyes land on Scott who looks as if he's wishing he was anyplace but here.

My eyes fall to the girl in blue as she tosses an egg over her shoulder with a scuff. It rolls my way, not disturbed a bit by the chaos. It hits my silver heels. I bend over and pick it up.

It's a plastic, orange egg. The kind you get for children to full with candy, except it doesn't split.

I take the egg and go wait in line. It's my choice, since it's plain, just like me. It something Scott and I share, yet we don't have. Normality.

The man from on stages comes down and inspects us. He goes down the line looking at all the eggs while saying, 'hmm' and 'interesting'. He's giving absolutely nothing away.

He walks back onto the stage mic in hand.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for." He pauses. "Payton! Payton has the winning egg, congratulations!"

Everyone smiles and claps while other cheer. They brunette in the tight, dark green dress that stops above her knees jumps and screams. I clap with the others, congratulating the lucky girl who snabbed the most expensive egg. Metaphorically and ironically.

It's a play on words. They chose the girl that wants the finer things in life - he chose her. A girl who only cares about extravagance and not humility. This is exactly why we aren't together. He wants the girl to play the role of the great Scott Pritchett, head of Finton Co.'s industrialization and factories, wife. But I prefer to be a wife and a mother. The real kind.

Scott walks up to her and hands her a bouquet of red roses, the only flower he hates. It's too mainstream, he says even though he works for the most mainstream company.

"This is for wasting your time." He says, causing her smile to instantly drop. He pats her shoulder before walking over to me.

"I, Scott Pritchett, have an announcement." He says loudly.

"I know there's an obligation for me to conjoin two of the world's top companies, I truly understand that. But! But, that does not mean that you can throw me and my children's lives away. I've married for these purposes before, and I thank you for it, but I will not do it again, especially now that I have children. So, I will not marry any of your choices but I shall marry my own." He takes my hand and raises it in the air. " Rebecca Joe will be my wife, and if you have a problem with that we'll just have to talk about it in the office in the morning, goodnight." He insist pulling me out the door.

We reach the passenger side of his car but before I can get in he places a rough yet passionate kiss to my lips. "That was our 'I do' kiss." He opens the door and pushes me into the car. I smile, my heart beating wildly. In my heart I know that we're going home and have some rough honeymoon sex.