"Get up"

"Fucking get up" I heard a voice yell.

I opened my eyes to the bright morning light and the the smell of strong scotch coming from the empty bottle beside me. I must have passed out last night after drinking the scotch. My neck and back ached from sleeping on the cold hard kitchen floor with nothing but a nightdress on. "What the hell were you thinking" he continued to shout as he kicked the empty bottle beside me. He leant down and slapped me in my drowsy state in an attempt to wake me. I said nothing and endured the shouting until he finally stopped as he stormed out to work.

I got up and threw up up in the kitchen sink above me and cleaned it after. I then retreated back to my room for the day after I had taken a long bath. He didn't disturb me when he got back late from work simply went to his study and shut himself away.

The next morning I threw up again and this time he was by the doorway watching me. "Go away" I mumbled. "Have you drank anymore since" he questioned. "No I just feel like shit can you leave me alone" I asked coldly. I heard the door go not long after as I sank onto the living room arm chair. A short while later I threw up again in the toilet whilst I heard a knock at the door. I swung the door open in such a rush I didn't realise who it was. "Frederick, I wasn't expecting you its not a great time" I said hurriedly, realising I had had opened the door in nothing but my silk shift nightdress. He looked me up and down as I crossed my arms over my chest to conceal a bit of decency. "Can I come in" he asked and I moved aside to let him through. He looked at my face in the mid afternoon light. How much of a mess I must've looked. "You don't look well" he said brushing his fingers across my cheek. "I know I think I've come down with a sickness maybe from the meal and the drink I've been a mess these past couple of days" I replied taking his hand from my cheek and clasping it. "I wouldn't come near me I mean I don't know if it contagious Hellstrom hasn't been near for the past few days so I guess it's a blessing really" I continued sitting on the opposite sofa away from him.

"Look, I know you don't love the major and I know he loves your looks and beauty over what's your really like but I have to ask you, if you ever had the chance to be with me would you ever except. I know it's impossible and silly to think as the major would probably kill you before another man could have you. But would you?" He asked after a long pause. I didn't know what to say. Everything thing he said was right. But I still didn't know how I was going to answer.

"Your right Frederick I don't love Hellstrom and it's not silly what your proposing, it's just I cannot see a day when those thing you wish will come to pass. I would be with you if I could. But I feel like you would be waiting forever for me" I said sadly after a few moments.

"Well at least you've given me some kind of hope" he smiling slightly. He left not long after. After he left I felt the loneliness come straight back. I went to bed early that night didn't even do myself dinner, I wasn't hungry anymore. I heard him come in from work late at around 11. He came slowly down the corridor I heard his boots on the floor and stopped outside my bedroom door and pushed it open. I lay there still almost pretending to be asleep watching him with one eye open. The majority of his uniform was off and he was in just trousers and a white t shirt. He continued his approach to my bed and stopped at the foot of it pulling back the sheets and took his boots off before slipping in next to me. We just slept that night in peace.

The next morning I woke again and rushed to the bathroom throwing up again. He heard me rushing and he soon followed me into the bathroom he stood behind me and too my surprise rubbed my back. I then leant back on the bathroom wall looking up at him as he poured me some water. "I thought this would be over in a few days like any sickness" I muttered sipping the water slowly afraid I was going to throw it back up. "And you've not drank anything at all over these past few days" he asked studying me. "No I haven't had anything" I replied, leaving him puzzled. "Maybe I should take you to see a doctor" he said after a long while of thinking silently.

In the afternoon he took me out to a doctor he had found not far away from our apartment. He walked for a change and I pulled my coat around me feeling the chill of the morning. He linked his arm around mine as we walked down the avenues. We then stopped outside a large entrance and went into one of the largest clinics in the city which was full of officers. He spoke to the receptionist and we then walked down serval corridors until we came to a doctors office at the end. He kissed my forehead before I went in and he disappeared into the waiting area.

"Hello" I said knocking the door. "So you are mademoiselle Galloway the English woman I was told by the receptionist" he said standing from his chair. He was an older French man with a kind smile and small round glasses on the bridge of his nose. "So what is the problem mademoiselle" he asked gesturing to the seat beside the desk. "Well I've been sick these past few days at first it was because of a dinner party I thought and drinking to much on that night. But it's gone on for several days now and I haven't been drinking alcohol so I don't know the cause" I replied.

"Well do you know of anything you could be allergic to or have a reaction to a type of medicine or any food you've been eating regularly" he inquired

"No I'm not allergic to anything and I'm not on any kind of medication" I said getting slowly more and more worried. He then checked his notes and some other of papers. "Do you have regular sexual interactions and if so when was your last period" he asked this time looking more serious. It suddenly hit me then what he was asking and what he thought it could be. A baby. Pregnancy. "Yes I do I suppose and I can't really remember it's been off and on" I slowly said after a long pause.

"Well I think pregnancy is the most likely reason for your sickness I'll have to run some more check ups but I think I can assume that you are pregnant miss Galloway" he exclaimed and smiled. I tightly smiled back, holding back the tears. I rushed out of the doctors office after he scheduled my weekly check ups. I ran out leaving Hellstrom rushing out after me. He caught up with me a few streets later as I began cry.

"what did the doctor say is it anything serious" he asked sounding worried by the way I'd taken the news.

"I'm with child" I said after a long while.