A Love from the Past Ch. 16-18

"With benefits," Netalia said bitterly.

"Once in awhile, yes," Stacey murmured.

"Neta, I do love you," Carter told her. Netalia scoffed at that.

"Go fuck yourself Carter, or go fuck Stacey," Netalia said, her voice low, full of hurt and sorrow. She spun on her heel and walked quickly to her room.

She looked up when Shella knocked and walked into her room. "I heard about what happened, I'm so sorry sweetie," Shella murmured. Netalia gave a small smile and burst into tears as her mother's arms enclosed around her.

"I loved him mom! I was willing to give myself to him on my birthday and he was sleeping with my best friend!" Netalia exclaimed. Shella sighed and held her daughter, hating the sobs that wracked her slender frame. Shella stroked Netalia's hair and looked up when she heard Dex speak her name softly.

"Netalia, it's going to be okay," Dex murmured, when her tears subsided. Netalia looked up and gave a slightly larger smile when he brushed a few stray tears away.

"What did I do wrong?" she whispered.

"Nothing Netalia, nothing at all," Dex assured her.

"Men, especially young men around Carter's age can be immature and uncaring, but not all men are like that. You'll find someone to love you the way you deserve to be loved," Shella added.

"Speaking of young men, there is a certain prince who is worried about you," Dex said, an unusual twinkle in his eye.

"What are you up to?" Shella asked, seeing the look.

"Dad, are you trying to marry me off?" Netalia chimed in.

"N-no, not exactly," Dex stammered. Shella and Netalia giggled.

"Spit it out," Shella said.

"Cory's family is from a long line of royals and he likes you; he's asked for permission to marry you. It wouldn't be so bad for either of you, not to mention Tria and Liera to be united by a wedding," Dex admitted.

"I don't know Cory that well," Netalia murmured.

"You know him well enough," Dex said. "I won't push it. Take some time, get to know him, but I want you to understand, he's probably the only one I'll approve of you being in a relationship with," Dex warned.

"You'll approve of Netalia being in a relationship? Wasn't it the other night you threatened to castrate any man that attempted to ..." Dex gave Shella a warning look and Netalia burst out laughing.

"I love you both, but if you don't mind, out! I need some time to think," Netalia exclaimed. Dex chuckled and gave Netalia a tight hug and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"We're just down the hall if you need us," he promised.

"Netalia?" Cory asked, hesitantly as he stepped inside of Netalia's bedroom.

"Hi," Netalia said shyly.

"Are you okay? Your mom said you were pretty upset earlier," Cory wanted to know.

"I'm better. I can't believe I let myself fall for that jerk," Netalia answered. Cory gave a small smile.

"We can't stop what the heart wants," Cory said.

"Dad said you've asked for permission to marry me," Netalia said suddenly. Cory blushed and dropped his eyes to the floor. "Why didn't you just ask me yourself, aside from the fact that we see each other about three times a year," Netalia wanted to know.

"That isn't how it's done Netalia. Around here are there are steps that need to be taken," Cory answered. She sighed and patted the side of the bed next to her. "Your dad would fillet me alive if he knew I was sitting on your bed," Cory told her.

"No he won't. Why do you want to marry me?" Netalia asked.

"I've loved you since I first saw you," Cory answered. Neither of them realized how much time had passed until Paul bounded into the room.

"I'm telling mom that you have a boy in your room!" Paul exclaimed.

"Boys are yicky!" Sara exclaimed. And at the tender age of five, to her, they were.

"Girls are yickier!" Aaron shouted. Netalia giggled and glanced at Cory.

"Girls are not yicky," Netalia said, grabbing Aaron and tickling him.

"Yes you are! You smell like flowers!" Aaron shouted, giggling and trying to squirm out from his sister's fingers.

"And boys are not yicky either," Samuel said.

"Are too!" Sara exclaimed.

"Are not!" Samuel shouted, pushing Sara hard enough to send her into the door. She sat down and started to cry.

"That wasn't nice Sam," Netalia scolded, dropping Aaron gently to her bed. He stood up and started bouncing on the bed and giggling as Netalia headed for the now screaming Sara. Cory got there first and scooped her up into his arms.

"You're okay little one," Cory soothed, pulling up the back of her shirt to make sure she hadn't injured herself too badly. "Just a small bruise," he told her. Sara wrapped her arms around Cory's neck and he rubbed her back gently as he whispered soft words in her ear. Finally, as Shella reached Netalia's room, Sara had stopped crying and had laid her head on Cory's shoulder.

"What do you want Stacey?" Netalia asked, looking up from her diary.

"To apologize. I told Carter that I was off limits here, but ..."

"Don't. You two deserve each other," Netalia said, returning her gaze to her diary.

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"Dad, can I talk to you or are you busy?" Netalia asked as she walked into Dex's study.

"I'm never too busy for you. Well, almost never," Dex answered. Netalia laughed. "What's up?" he asked.

"I was thinking about Cory's asking you if he can marry me," Netalia said slowly. Dex studied his daughter carefully and struggled to hide the smile that was forming. "I want you to give him permission, and I want the wedding to be on my birthday," Netalia told him.

"That's in a week," Dex reminded her.

"I know. My friends are already here, well, at least the ones from the States and I want them here," Netalia said.

"Even Stacey and Carter?" Dex asked.

"Even them," Netalia confirmed.

"I'll talk to your mother," Dex promised.

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"Netalia, what are you doing and why?" Carter asked.

"I'm getting married, that's what," Netalia answered.

"Why?" Carter asked again.

"Because Cory cares about me and will treat me the way I deserve to be treated," Netalia told him.

"You hardly know him!" Carter exclaimed.

"And I thought I knew you and guess what, I don't! Cory is patient and caring and great with the triplets so he'll make a great father one day," Netalia said, blushing at the thought of having sex with Cory.

"Give me a second chance," Carter pleaded.

"I can't do that Carter, the wedding has already been announced," Netalia told him. "Besides, even if I was inclined to give you a second chance, it wouldn't happen now," she added.

"Why not?" Carter asked.

"Stacey told Lucy that she's missed two periods in a row, three if you count the one that she was supposed to have starting Tuesday. It looks like you're going to get a go at parenthood," Netalia told him. She felt a twinge of guilt at having told him when she saw the look of utter panic on his face.

"I'll see you later," Carter muttered, leaving the room quickly.

"Everyone's here Netalia. Are you ready?" Shella asked a few days later. Netalia nodded and gave her mother a small smile.

"I'm scared," she admitted. Shella gave Netalia a tight hug, being careful not to wrinkle her dress.

"It's okay. You're going to be fine," Shella promised. The door open and Dex walked inside.

"It's time," Dex told Shella. She nodded, gave her daughter one last hug and slipped out of the bride's room.

"Hi daddy," Netalia said softly. Dex gave her a tearful smile.

"You look beautiful," he told her.

The ceremony passed without incident and seemed like a blur to Netalia.

"Are you okay?" Cory asked as they were dancing.

"I'm okay, just nervous," Netalia murmured. He chuckled and pulled her closer. Her eyes widened and she looked up, her eyes met his. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked quietly.

"Yes," Cory confirmed with a grin. He looked up when he felt a tap on the shoulder.

"May I cut in?" Carter asked.

"No, you may not," Cory answered.

"I almost feel sorry for him," Netalia murmured.

"Why? He hurt you, what's there to feel sorry for him about?" Cory asked.

"Stacey's pregnant and her father is the shot gun wedding type," Netalia answered. Cory could hardly hide his smile of pleasure.

"He knew the risks," was all he said.

When it was time to leave that night, Netalia was a bundle of nerves. "I don't know if I can do this," she whispered to her mother as she hugged her goodbye.

"Yes you can," Shella assured her.

Netalia glanced over at where Cory was talking with her father. "Is it going to hurt?" Netalia asked.

"A little, at first. It will get better, I promise Neta. You just need to relax and trust Cory," Shella told her.

Dex and Shella stood, hand in hand as they watched the limo carrying their oldest child and her new groom away from them. "Are you okay?" Dex asked, watching Shella closely after they returned to their bedroom.

"I never thought I'd see her get married," Shella whispered. Dex smiled and gave her a gentle kiss.

"When I walked into the bride's room, I thought I was looking at you," Dex murmured, pushing her against the bed. Shella's giggle turned to a moan as his hands slid up her body, caressing her lovingly.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Are you okay in there?" Cory asked, knocking on the bathroom door. His breath caught in his throat as she opened the door and appeared before him. She wore a sheer, ivory robe that tied just above her belly button and she blushed when he saw that he was completely unclothed; her eyes focused on his hard cock that seemed to her, to be too large to fit inside anyone, let alone her slender body.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured, reaching out a hand. She slipped her hand in his and allowed him to lead her to the bed. She shivered as his fingers trailed down her neck to her hard nipples, past her belly button to just above her unexplored womanhood. He grinned at her response and kissed her gently as he eased her to the bed. She lay back among the pillows and he climbed over her, making sure to stay as far above her as he could as his hand roamed her body. After a few minutes, he knelt next to her on the bed and pressed a kiss to her slightly parted lips. His tongue slipped past her lips and mingled with hers as he played gently with a nipple. Netalia gasped as the new sensations rippled through her body. She sighed in disappointment when his lips left hers and he grinned at her before closing his mouth over the nipple his fingers had been teasing. She moaned as his hand moved to the other nipple and squirmed. Cory slid his free hand down her body, using his fingers to tickle her gently before he reached her pussy. She gasped and arched her back as he dipped a finger inside. Cory chuckled as he slid his finger in and out of her. Netalia's hips lifted off the bed as he brushed his finger against her clit.

She moaned again as he began trailing kisses all along her body. She gasped in surprise as she felt his lips against her pussy and tried to pull away but he gently grasped her arm with his hand. "Trust me," he whispered, before he licked at her gently. She whimpered as he sucked gently on her clit while sliding two fingers deep within her. He smiled to himself as Netalia cried out shakily as she came and held her close, kissed her gently.

"Please tell me that isn't all there is," she whispered. Cory laughed and kissed her again.

"Not by a long shot," he told her, spreading her legs apart. Netalia's eyes flew open as she felt the tip of the head of his cock pressing into her.

"You won't fit," she said quietly, beginning to panic.

"Netalia, look at me," Cory said. She looked up at him. "Relax and trust me," he urged. Netalia took a deep breath and moaned as he tweaked her nipple again. He pushed into her further, making her gasp as she was stretched. Cory took a deep breath as he bumped against her hymen. He looked at Netalia to find her eyes wide, her lips parted. He captured her lips with his, his hand still playing with her breast and she moaned. The moan was enough to have his body send more blood to his cock and it pulsed, pushing against her hymen making her gasp a little.

"Do you trust me?" Cory asked, peering into her eyes. She nodded slowly and made a sound of protest as Cory started to pull out of her. She cried out loudly as he suddenly thrust back into her, hard and fast, busting through her hymen. Tears filled her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Cory kissed them away and struggled to hold himself still.

"Netalia, relax, it won't hurt much longer," he promised. He waited for the tension to leave her body before he began thrusting into her gently. Cory gripped her hips with his hands and pulled them up to meet his. After a moment, instinct took over and he slid his hands back up her body to cup her breasts again. She met him thrust after intense thrust, mewling softly as his cock brushed against her already sensitive clit. Cory closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn't see her, he would last longer, but her image was already imprinted in his brain and he knew he was a goner.

"Cory," she murmured, her voice full of wonder and pleasure. "What's happening to me?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Just let go," he advised, nibbling on her ear lobe as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, reaching deeper and deeper. He could feel the familiar tightening and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He kissed her gently and went back to playing with her already hard nipple. She moaned again and met him thrust for thrust. "Netalia," he groaned, as he felt her hands on his back, her fingers trailed lines down his back before she pulled her arms close to her body. He growled and tried to get around the arms that now impeded his way to her breasts. "Woah!" he exclaimed as a hand slid to where they were joined. Her eyes were wide and she blushed when she realized just how wet she really was.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted to make her cum again before he did so he slid out a little, but knew the minute her fingers curled around the tiny amount of his cock that was outside of her body that it was over. He removed her hands and thrust harder and deeper than he had before as he rolled them onto their sides. She gasped as his finger slid to where they were joined and fingered her clit gently. It became too intense for her and she came with a loud, shaky scream. Cory came right behind her and let out a howl of delight as he emptied his seed deep within her.

"Are you alright?" Cory asked gently, rubbing her back gently, making no move to pull away from her. "Did I hurt you too badly?" he wanted to know. He was growing worried, she hadn't answered him yet and when he felt cool tears on his sweaty chest, he tilted her face up towards his. "Netalia, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," she whispered. He looked at her in surprise.

"Then why the tears?" he wanted to know.

"I never knew it would be like that," Netalia answered. Cory laughed.

"I didn't either," Cory admitted. He pressed tender kisses to her lips and cheeks and pulled her close to him. "Sleep," he murmured, pulling a blanket up with his foot before tucking it around both of them.

"Morning," Cory said when he noticed she was awake.

"Hi," she said shyly. Cory laughed.

"It's a little late to act shy and innocent," he reminded her. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Okay," Netalia answered.

"Not too sore?" Cory asked.

"A little, but nothing a warm bath won't fix," she told him. Cory smiled.

"Good. Why don't you go take a bath and we'll go get some breakfast," Cory suggested.

After breakfast, they decided to go sight seeing, and Netalia seemed delighted to be in Ireland.

"Oh, Cory, look! Don't you think Sara would like this?" Netalia squealed, seeing a large teddy bear in a window of a toy shop.

"It's cute," Cory agreed. He suppressed a groan as Netalia dragged him into the store. By the time they left the store, they were each carrying two bags full of toys. "You know, the whole point of a honeymoon is to have time to ourselves," Cory reminded her as they returned to their suite.

"And there is plenty of that. I just wanted to bring my brothers and sister back some stuff. They're too little to understand the finer points of a honeymoon," Netalia said. Cory smiled and kissed her cheek.

"You're a great big sister," he told her. Netalia smiled back.

"I try," Netalia murmured.

"We need to talk about something though," Cory said, sitting down on the sofa.

"And what's that?" Netalia asked, dropping to the sofa next to him.

"How soon do you want a baby?" Cory asked.

"What? I haven't even, what?" Netalia asked, surprised. Cory laughed.

"Do you want to have a baby right away or do you want to wait? I'm asking because if you want to wait, then we need to go back to a store and pick up condoms. If you don't want to wait, I predict that it won't be too long with the way it was last night," Cory said, nuzzling her neck.

"I love kids Cory, but I just turned eighteen," Netalia murmured. Cory resisted the urge to sigh. He had known, from the minute he laid eyes on her that she was the one he wanted to have children with and spend the rest of his life loving.

"I understand," Cory said softly.

"You're upset," Netalia said, reading the expression in his eyes.

"It's okay Netalia. I want children with you, but I don't want to rush things," Cory murmured, trying to avoid the confrontation that was sure to come. "If you aren't ready, then you aren't ready," he added. He stood up and Netalia sighed.

"I want to go to college," Netalia blurted out. Cory turned and looked at her with an amused smile.

"I wondered when you were going to mention that," he said.

"I've received early acceptances to Yale, Harvard and Oxford," Netalia told him. His smile widened.

"That's great, really great," Cory murmured as he sat back down on the couch. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I really love the idea of owning my own restaurant. My mom has a culinary arts degree and I love cooking with her. I thought maybe ... Cory, what's so funny?" Netalia asked.

"You aren't going to have to work sweetie. Every," Cory told her.

"But I want to work!" Netalia protested.

"We'll figure something out," he assured her. "Now, let's go back to bed," he added, scooping her into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom.

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"What do you want Stacey?" Netalia asked, hesitant to accept a phone call from her old friend.

"Carter left me Neta. I'm all alone," Stacey sniffled.

"What about your parents?" Netalia wanted to know.

"Carter denied having sex with me and dad called me a whore," Stacey said.

"Oh Stace," Netalia murmured.

"I need a place to stay Neta, can you help me?" Stacey asked.

"Are you still in Oak Grove?" Netalia asked.

"Yes," Stacey answered.

"Give me an hour," Netalia said, hanging up the phone.

"Netalia?" Stacey asked, picking up her phone an hour later.

"There is an apartment for you at the Glades. It's a two bedroom and paid up for a year. I also called my mom's old friend Ashley. She runs a daycare center. She'll give you free daycare until you find a job. I've also arranged to have groceries taken to your apartment for you on a weekly basis. Good luck Stace," Netalia said before hanging up.

-2 weeks later-

Cory walked into his and Netalia's bedroom and frowned when he found her asleep. It was only three in the afternoon and she had only been up for about five hours. He found a letter from the family physician on the desk and opened it, worried that something was wrong. His worry turned to relief and a twinge of fear ran through him when he read the words on the paper. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Netalia, wake up," Cory said, shaking her gently. Netalia woke up with a start and smiled when she realized it was Cory waking her up. "When were you going to tell me?" he asked, holding up the note. Netalia sighed.