Something Different

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Chapter 12

Laughter filled the room as the champagne flowed and glasses clinked and music soared to the heights of the ballroom. The only two people in the room who were not laughing at that moment were Bane and his father. The two of them were standing on the terrace, the cold December wind blowing their tuxedo jackets away from their bodies. Bane felt none of it as he glared at his father.

“You blamed me? How the fuck could you possibly blame me for what happened?” he ground out, forcing himself not to yell and ruin the joyous celebration taking place only feet away behind the French doors of the Hotel d’Fleurs in downtown Chicago.

Asher Scott just looked out onto the snow-covered lawn of the enclosed garden, his hands clasped behind him, and sighed. “I didn’t know the whole story at first, Bane. I’ve been so mad at you for so long that it was a gut reaction. I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Dad! You can stay out here and freeze for all I care! I’m going back inside!”

“Bane!” Asher cried out as he turned around, but his son was gone, and the door to the terrace was slammed shut with such force that the elder Mr. Scott thought the glass just might break. He took a slow step toward the laughter and music and then stopped and sat down on a beautifully carved concrete bench. His head dropped into his hands, and his shoulders shook with the sobs that were wrenched from him. He was still there, getting colder by the minute, when he heard the door open.

“Asher, what’s the matter?”

He looked up, his cheeks streaked with frozen tears as his wife, Marissa, sat down next to him.

“He hates me, Rissa, and I can’t blame him. I’ve never supported him. Never! All I could think of was that he had what I never would. I’ve been jealous of my own son for eight years, and now he hates me!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Marissa Scott said softly as she wrapped her arms around him, “he doesn’t hate you. He’s just upset.”

“Yeah, well he has every right to be. I’ve been a horrible father to him, Rissa, and I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me.”

“You tried talking to him?”

Asher scoffed. “Why do you think we were out here in this cold? Of course I tried, but I fucked that up just like I fucked up everything else for the past eight years.”

Marissa hugged him tightly. “Try again, Asher, please, but not tonight. Give him this night with Anna. Maybe tomorrow or the next day.”

“What am I supposed to say to him, Ris? ‘I’m sorry I’ve been such a shit father to you?’ He won’t accept my apology. I’ve already tried.”

“Then I’ll try.” When Asher shook his head, she kissed his cold cheek. “He’ll listen to me, my love. I know he will. Now, come back inside. You’ll freeze out here.”

“Bane said he didn’t care if I did freeze.” Asher stood, his face a mask of misery, and pulled his wife up into his arms. “My son hates me, Ris, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Just come in and try to enjoy the rest of the night. After all, your son just got married. He’ll calm down; just give him some time.”

“I don’t think so, but I hope you’re right,” Asher said as he opened the door and held it for his wife. She walked in, and instantly her eyes found her son and her new daughter-in-law. They were sitting at the head table, but Bane was not smiling like Anna was. His eyes met his mother’s, and he frowned deeply. She indicated with a nod of her head that she wanted to talk, and he whispered something to Anna before kissing her softly and standing up. Anna grabbed his arm, her gaze sweeping across the crowded room until she saw Marissa. Bane’s mother watched as she said something back to Bane, and he bent down to kiss her once more. Then he pulled his arm from her grasp and moved toward his mother.

“What do you want?” he said softly.

“I want to talk to you, but not outside. It’s too cold.” Marissa took Bane’s hand and pulled him out into the hallway. It was empty, and she closed the door behind her, muffling the noise from the ballroom.

Bane yanked his arm from her and stalked away a few paces. “If this is about that bastard I have to call a father, I have nothing to say!” He folded his arms around himself and squeezed tightly, his back to his mother.

She was taller than Anna, and she placed her hands on her son’s shoulders. “Bane, listen to me--”

“No!” He jerked away from her, ignoring the look of disappointment on his mother’s face.

“You will not be rude to me, Bane Raimond Scott! We raised you better than that!”

“I’m not trying to be rude, Mama, but I do not want to talk about him, and I don’t want to listen to you try and defend him!” Bane looked at his mother and then sank to the floor, his back against the wall and his arms over his head. “Why does he hate me so much, Mama?”

She sat next to him and pulled him close. “Baby, he doesn’t hate you. He’s never hated you. He loves you more than you could ever imagine.”

“Then why hasn’t he talked to me for eight fucking years? Why did he blame me for Tony’s death?”

Marissa sighed heavily and thought about what to say. She finally decided on the truth. “He’s jealous, baby. Jealous of your fame and your money. He knew when you were sixteen and playing in the basement that you were going to go far, and he started thinking about his job at the factory and how different your life was going to be.”

“Jealous? Of what? All he had to do was ask, and I would have done anything for him! If he wanted to know what it was like to have money, I would have given it to him! He just had to ask me!”

“He couldn’t, Bane. He’s too proud to ask you for money or anything else. So am I. You’ve earned your money, and it is yours to enjoy, not ours. And now you have a beautiful wife who deserves everything you can give her. Your children will want for nothing, Bane. Unlike you.”

He looked up then. “I never wanted for anything, Mama. Never. I had a home, friends, and a mother and father who loved me. What else could I have needed or wanted? That’s all that is important.”

“Do you still feel that way now that you can buy whatever you want?”

“Of course I do!” Bane stood up, and his mother followed him. “I’m not a snob, Mama, and I’m not shallow! There is nothing more important than a loving home and family and friends!”

Marissa smiled. “I’m so happy to hear you say that, baby.” She raised her hand and laid it on Bane’s cheek. “Just know that your father loves you so very much. I know he hasn’t shown it these past years, but he does. He always has.”

Bane was about to answer when the door to the ballroom opened. Anna poked her head out and smiled at him. “Bane, they’re about to start the dancing. We have to have the first dance, you know.”

Smiling back, Bane wiped his face. “I know, my bella.” He leaned down and kissed his mother’s cheek. “I’ll think about what you said, Mama,” he whispered. Then he walked to his wife, held out his hand, and when she took it, he entered the ballroom and took her to the center of the dance floor. He pulled her into his arms and rested his hands in the small of her back, just where the fabric of her wedding gown started up again. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said softly, and she smiled up at him. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, and then the first chord of Anna’s song strummed quietly over the loudspeakers. Bane started moving her around the floor as the music continued, and then he sang to her.

“My one, the matching half of my soul,
You are the most beautiful woman in the world.
How did you come to be mine?
How did you come into my life?
Rising like the morning star at the start of a new day,
Your eyes are the loveliest green.
Your lips are sweet,
The taste of them drives me insane.
Your body is full of grace, your hair soft as silk,
And I am so very grateful to call you mine.
Other men are jealous when I simply hold your hand,
And they ask you to dance when I am away,
But you tell them all no as your eyes search for me.
I come to your side, and you take my breath away.
Rising like the morning star at the start of a new day,
Your eyes are the loveliest green.
Your lips are sweet,
The taste of them drives me insane.
Because I love you, my beautiful girl,
I want to give you the world.
Let me be your world."

Bane dropped his head and kissed Anna deeply as the music ended, his tongue tangling with hers and his arms pulling her close. When he broke the kiss, her eyelids fluttered open, and she gasped. "I love you so much, Bane," she whispered, and it took all his willpower not to sweep her into his arms then and there and carry her off to their room. He knew there was a lot more of the reception left, though, so he just smiled, took her hand, and led her to the edge of the dance floor. His grip tightened almost painfully on her hand when Asher stepped up to him.

"Feel free to tell me no, Bane, but traditionally, the bride's second dance is with the father of the groom." The look of hope on his father's face was so pure and open that Bane couldn't say no. He just nodded silently and let go of Anna's hand. Asher smiled and led his daughter-in-law out onto the floor amid several other couples. Then Bane felt a hand on his arm.

"Come on, Bane. Dance with your Mama," Marissa said softly, and Bane nodded again. He led his mother around the floor, and they talked softly, although Bane's gaze kept straying to Anna and his father. They were also talking quietly as they danced, and Bane desperately wanted to know what was being said. He'd ask Anna later when they were alone. He turned his attention back to Marissa until the current song was over, and then Asher brought Anna back to him. Instead of handing her off to him as expected, his father pulled him into a crushing hug. Bane's arms stayed down by his sides.

"I am so very sorry, Bane," Asher gasped. "So very sorry for everything. I've been a horrible father to you these past years, and I am sorry." Slowly, Bane's arms came up, and he hugged his father back until his hands were fisted in his father's jacket.

"I missed you so much, Papa," he sobbed as he laid his head on Asher's shoulder. "I could never figure out what I had done to make you hate me so much."

"Oh, my boy, you did nothing," Asher said through his own tears. "It was all my fault, and I never, ever hated you. I love you, son, more than my life. When I heard about Tony, the only thing I could think about was that you could have died, and I lashed out at the only person I could. You. It wasn't fair, Bane, and I don't blame you if you hate me for it."

"I don't hate you, Papa," Bane whispered. "I never hated you. That's why your rejection hurt so much. I love you, and I thought you hated what I had become."

"No, Bane, it was never that. I was...I couldn't deal with what you'd become, and so I shut you away." Asher turned his head and kissed Bane's hair. "Never again, Bane, I promise you. Never again."

Bane let out a chuckle and stood up straight before wiping his face yet again. "Does this mean you'll come to one of my shows?"

His father frowned. "I don't think so. I'm a little old to be hanging around the type of people your shows attract." Then he smiled. "But I'll buy your CDs, Bane, and I promise I'll listen to them all no matter how much it pains me to do so."

Bane laughed, and Asher grinned. "That song you sang when you danced with Anna. Is it on any album? It was beautiful."

"Not yet. I'm not sure it ever will be. I may just keep it for my shows." Bane looked over at his wife who was talking with his mother. As if she could feel his eyes on her, Anna looked up at him and smiled. "If you'll excuse me, Papa, I want to dance with my wife again."

"Of course, son," Asher said softly, and the two men gathered up their wives and led them to the dance floor.

As Bane and Anna started to dance, she raised her hand to his cheek and said, "I have something to tell you, Bane, but I don't know if now is the right time for it."

He stopped dancing and stared down at her. "What is it, my bella?" When she shook her head, he said, "Oh, no, you don't. You have to tell me now or I'll go crazy wondering what it is." She gave him a shy smile and gestured for him to bend down. She whispered in his ear, and a grin spread across his face. "Really, my Anna? When?"

"About seven months."

Letting out a loud whoop, Bane swung her into his arms and spun her around in a circle, his grin growing even larger.

"Bane! Put me down!" she laughed, and he did, but then he took her hand and walked to the head table. He pulled her up on the platform and raised his hands.

"Everyone, we have an announcement to make!"

"Bane, no! Not now!"

As the room quieted, Bane took Anna's hand and kissed her knuckles. "Now is the perfect time, my bella." He turned toward their friends and family who were all looking at them expectantly. "My beautiful Annabelle and I are going to have a baby!"

Cheers and applause filled the room, and then the bride and groom were swarmed with people. Flashbulbs went off all around the room, and the next half hour was filled with Bane and Anna accepting the congratulations of everyone in the room. After everyone eventually left them, Bane took Anna in his arms and kissed her soundly.

"I love you, my bella," he said as his hand dropped to her abdomen, "and I will love our baby, too. Neither of you will ever doubt my love for you, I promise."

"I know that, Bane. I love you, too."

Bane Raimond Scott, Venom to his millions of fans across the world, simply smiled and kissed her again.

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