Chapter Forty One



‘You can’t kidnap the girl!’ Carlos laughed when he found out what Urs was about to do to Fara.
‘Fara, is a woman, and I already have’ he replied.
‘You still can’t…its not legal’ Carlos shook his head.
‘Its only for a month’
‘Why for a month?’ Carlos asked.
‘Until I know…whether Fara is pregnant, again, with my child…’ Urs replied.
‘Make her take a test now’
‘No’ Urs replied, shaking his head.
‘Why not?’
‘Because if she isn’t already…I intend to…by the end of the month’ Urs confessed.
‘Sneaky man!’ laughed Carlos, patting Urs’ shoulder.
‘I love her. I need to convince her, that she loves me too. This, is my chance. My one and only chance’ Urs let out a sad sigh.
‘Then good luck my friend’ Carlos consoled him.
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David was as sceptical about Urs kidnapping Fara as Carlos had been joking.
‘She could easily sue you…’ David sensibly pointed out when Urs had told him what he had done.
‘But she won’t’ Urs smiled.
‘How can you be sure? Be so certain?’ David asked.
‘Because she, Fara, loves me’ Urs smiled at his friend.
‘Love, wouldn’t stop me’
‘Fara knows that she needs to be with me, to be happy’
‘But you’re still forcing her…making her do something she doesn’t want to do’
‘Only until she realises where and who is best to be with’ smiled Urs, nodding happily at his friend as he spoke.
‘Hmmm. We will see who wins this battle’ David sighed, thinking his friend had completely lost it and was on a losing side with his crazy way of thinking.
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Urs, had made Fara make a pact with him. If, by the end of the month, after taking a pregnancy test, should that test turn out to be negative then she and Amelia were free to go. Urs would even sign the necessary papers saying that yes, Marcus could adopt Amelia. But, if the test turned out to be a positive one, then Fara and he were to marry. So Amelia and the new child could share the same surname - Buhler. And that it would then also be Fara’s too. She was also to change her author name from Amelia Jane Taylor to Fara Buhler. To be recognised as the author of her own work. After much grumbling and moaning, Fara finally agreed these terms. It didn’t seem such a small price to pay she realised. And anyway, pregnant or not she had been considering admitting to her own work. Thinking it would be nice - to see her own name in print rather than that of her daughters. As much as Fara did love her child. So she bit her tongue, and agreed Urs’ terms. Half scared, half hoping that yes, she was pregnant again. After all, it was possible. They had slept together and not used anything. Like the last time when Amelia had been created.


Now it was Seb and Rowi’s wedding day. Fara was to be chief bridesmaid. Amelia flower girl and Colby page boy again. Carlos was to be Seb’s best man. David’s cousin, Victoria and friend Camy were to be bridesmaids again. A nervous Rowi walked down the aisle on Urs’ arm who was acting in the part of her father who couldn’t make it to the wedding at such short notice. Urs looked rather dashing in his suit Fara couldn’t help but notice. Sexy. Handsome. And Rowi looked perfect in her simple white summer dress on his arm. Fara was wearing a dress of blue. Urs had told her that it her eyes look darker in colour.
‘But I have dull eyes’ Fara had returned. She hated receiving compliments. Never knew how to take them.
‘Brown’ Urs insisted.
‘Dull’
‘Brown’ Urs insisted again, looking deep into them, ‘although’ he winked, ‘at this moment they look black. Full of desire’
‘Desire?’ Fara asked, ‘for who?’
‘For the man you’re looking at. Me’ he smirked.
‘Humph!’ Fara had replied.
‘Do, or say whatever you like. But you won’t convince me otherwise. You love me. You know it. I know it’
‘I love Marcus’ Fara tried.
‘Oh no. You may think you do, but you don’t’
‘I do’ Fara insisted.
‘Oh no. No. Or you wouldn’t have let me make love to you last night’ Urs replied.
Fara shut up then. He had her on that. As much as she tried to deny it, he was right. He was always right. Damn it! Round two to Urs. So far, he was winning hands down. It was too easy.
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There wasn’t a dry eye in the house, well, beach as Seb and Rowi said their vows and declared their love for each other. Dany sat holding David’s hand, sobbing into a tissue. She loved weddings. They always made her cry. Even yesterday, at her own wedding she had secretly cried tears of joy as David and she were pronounced man and wife. She was just so happy. In love with a gorgeous man who loved her in return. What more could she want? Apart from a child. And she and David were most definitely working on that part.
Cydalia did the same. Crying into a hankie. Holding Carlos’ hand after he had preformed best man duties.
‘Hormones’ she blamed it on.
‘Honey?’ Carlos asked.
‘I tend to cry a lot’ she shrugged, ‘but I’ll be ok. As long as you are here’
‘For you, I will always be here’ Carlos replied, gazing lovingly at his wife. He reached out and wiped away a tear with a finger, ‘I love you Cydalia’ he told her.
‘I love you too Carlos’ Cydalia replied, gazing back at him as Seb and Rowi were finally pronounced ‘Man and wife’


I love you Rowi Izambard’ Seb swooned, and winked at his new bride.
‘I love you, Sebastien Izambard’ Rowi winked back. Then they kissed.
‘Us next’ whispered Urs to Fara as Seb and Rowi kissed.
‘Only, if I’m pregnant’ Fara hissed back.
‘Oh, you will be’ Urs smiled, winking at her.
‘I might not be’ Fara replied, missing what Urs had said and meant.
‘Give me time. Give me time’ Urs muttered so Fara couldn’t hear, taking her hand.
‘Let me go’ Fara hissed, trying to pull her hand away.
‘Oh no. Its traditional’ Urs smiled.
‘Best man and chief bridesmaid maybe, but you weren’t best man’ Fara pointed out.
‘I was yesterday’
‘I wasn’t chief bridesmaid yesterday’ Fara pulled at her hand.
‘But you are now’ Urs held tight.
‘Let. Me. Go’ Fara hissed again.
‘Oh no. No. Now, lets not ruin it shall we? Smile. You’re on video camera!’ Urs smiled and pointed to David. As usual, he was filming. Yesterday, at his own wedding David had reluctantly let his male cousin, named Daniel do the filming.