Part fourteen: Unexpected

As the days went by, they lived as a normal couple would. They loved each other more and more each day and they fought and they had their momentous times and their disappointing times. Soon, the days crept into weeks, the weeks turned into months, and the months turned into a year. Before they knew it, it was their first anniversary. And boy, it was a special one.

She woke up with a start. She looked to her left and saw Christian snoring.

"Stop snoring," she grumbled. He stirred and turned. She rolled her eyes and looked at the clock. It was 7. Too early to be up, as far as she was concerned. But today was a special day. She smiled and crawled under the covers again. She scooted closer to the snoring Christian and fell asleep again.

He woke up and she was clinging next to him. He gently led her hand off of his arm. He aroused out of bed and opened the window. Today was his anniversary. In earlier times, he imagined his anniversary with Satine. But it wouldn't be with her. It was with Emma, the woman he loved for three years. He looked out the window and at the rainy Parisian morning and sighed. He loved Emma so much. If anything ever happened to her, it might just be the end of him. He heard a noise behind him and he turned around. She was up. She raised her arms above her head.

"You have to be the loudest snorer ever," she said. He grinned.

"You have to be the clingiest sleeper ever," he said back. He walked over to her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Happy anniversary," he whispered to her.

She smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't forget." He rolled his eyes.

"How could I forget with you leaving obvious clues around?" he asked sarcastically. She smiled sweetly and got out of the bed. She ran to her chest and opened it. She took out a box and handed it to him.

"It's for you. You're old one was getting so worn," she said to him. He took it out of her hand and opened it. Inside was a pocket watch. He opened it and saw that it was already set. He looked at her as she stood there, her hands behind her back. "Do you like it?" she asked eagerly. He put his hand to her cheek and kissed her. He kissed her with passion and love. The watch was something he wanted, but money had been scarce since his father's loan was running down. When they broke away, he turned away. He opened a drawer and took out a small box. He handed it to her.

"I know you'll like it," he said to her. She opened it and inside was a small locket. She opened it and inside was a picture of them on their wedding day. It was an informal picture, where she was holding him and he was holding her. It had been taken by Toulouse, a good friend of Christians. "Do you like it?" he asked her. She walked over to him, stood on her Tipp toes, and kissed him gently.

"I love it," she said. She pulled her hair back with one hand and put the necklace on with the other. It hung on her neck and to the middle of her chest, where her cleavage barely peeped out. Her green eyes were gleaming with happiness and her wavy honey brown hair has down. He thought that she never looked more beautiful. He took her in his arms and held her. She held him back and they just stood there, embracing each other. He kissed her on the forehead and returned to standing there, loving her.

The day went on. They both did nothing accept what they did everyday, worry about money, drink coffee, and read books. When she went to go get the mail, the first of the unexpected happened. A formal looking letter was in the mail, with Christian's name on it. They had both fallen asleep when the mail would usually come, so she had gotten it late. It was past supper, which for them was simple and good.

"Christian, you have a letter," she said, while handing it to him. He opened the letter and began reading it. While he read it, his eyes lit up with excitement.

"It's the publishing company I sent my story to. They apologize for the delay and they want to publish my story!" he exclaimed. Her eyes lit up with happiness and she jumped in his arms.

"Oh Christian, that's wonderful!" she proclaimed. He looked down at her and kissed her. His emotions got to him and he kissed her harder and harder each time. She kissed back with all her might. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer. Their kissing increased and before they knew it, they were involved in a sensual manor on their bed. They kissed and touched and did what lovers did. When it was all over, he laid on top of her, kissing her gently. "Christian, I don't believe that I've ever love anyone more than I love you," she whispered between kisses.

He kissed her neck and whispered, "I couldn't love anyone more than I love you." She sighed and he continued to kiss her throughout the night.

Time moved on past that special night and as time went on, she began to feel weird. Like there was something wrong with her. But nothing was wrong with her. She looked at herself in the mirror everyday. Christian would be at the publishing house and she would be home alone. She wasn't gaining weight and her complexion was fine. But it wasn't towards the end of the month until she began to know what was wrong.

She woke up that morning feeling pukish. Christian was still asleep and she got up. She felt dizzy and sick. She tried to gain her balance and held the desk next to her bed. The room wouldn't stop spinning. She knew she was going to be sick and rushed to the nearest basin and let it all out. She had never before felt sicker. When she was done, she felt like all she could do was sleep. She climbed back in the bed with Christian and fell asleep, clinging to him once again.

Every morning, she repeated her dizzy spells. But the rest of the day, she would be fine. Nothing else happened until the beginning of the next month. Christian finally got a day off and was sitting in a chair, reading. She was finishing the dishes when she felt woozy. She began to wobble a little and clinged to the sink. She dropped the dish and it shattered. Christian looked up from his book and asked her if she was alright. Before she could answer, she fell on the floor, unconscious.

His first reaction was to panic. He rushed over to her and picked her up.

"Darling, darling are you alright?" he asked frantically. It was like living a bad nightmare again. He cradled her in his arms. He felt her neck for a pulse. She still had one. In a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open and he was relived.

"Darling, what happened?" he asked, with a worried look on his face. She looked confused.

"I don't know. My head hurts though," she said. He helped her to her feet and led her to the bed.

"Lay down," he commanded her. She lay down and he put the comforter on her. "Stay here. I'm going to get the doctor," he said. Before she could protest, he left.

She now knew exactly what was wrong with her. A maid in London had the same problem as her, dizzy spells, vomiting, fainting. It was all symptoms of one thing: pregnancy. She knew she was expecting. Now, Christian thought she was ill and she knew she wasn't. Oh, how she wanted to tell him. But he wasn't there. She had been denying that she was with child, but now it was more obvious than ever. She sat there, waiting for him. When he arrived with the doctor, she wanted to kiss away his worried expression. The doctor excused him into the next room and walked towards her.

"So what's this about you passing out?" he asked her.

"Doctor, I passed out doing the dishes and I believe there is no reason to examine me. I know I'm pregnant and that's all there is to that," she said to him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh really? Well, is it all right if I just check you out to make sure that you're good and healthy and how far along you are?" he asked.

She sighed and said, "I guess it would do the child good." He smiled and examined her. When he was done, he gave her the information.

"You're seven weeks into your pregnancy. You'll be due sometime in April. It all depends when the child was conceived. You're healthy and fit and just get plenty of sleep, eat good meals, and when you're stomach begins to swell, don't do too many things that could strain you. Now, who will be telling the father?"

She grinned and said, "I think I will. Send him in." The doctor nodded and opened the door. She took a deep breath and began to prepare what she would tell him.

He sat in another room, waiting impatiently. What if she had consumption, like Satine or some other deadly disease? What if she had little time left on this earth? He was so scared and nervous that even five cigarettes couldn't calm him down. When the door opened and the doctor came out, he was expecting the worse.

"You can go in there, son. And let me say, there is nothing wrong with her that I can't see," the doctor said. He didn't take too kindly to those words and walked in. He walked over to her side and knelt down before the side of the bed, where she was sitting.

"Christian, I have something to tell you. I figured it out when you went to get the doctor," she started. He looked at her anxiously and pleaded her to tell him what it was. She took a deep breath and said, "Christian, you and I are expecting a baby." The awkward silence that fills in spaces between joy and nervousness settled in. Then he smiled.

"A baby. I'm going to be a father," he whispered.

"The doctor said that the baby would be due in April," she said quietly. She smiled and looked at him. He looked up at her.

"A baby, he repeated. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He locked into her eyes and brought his lips to hers and kissed her slightly.

When they broke off, he said, "I have never, ever, loved anyone this much before." She smiled and embraced him and they sat there, holding each other in the midst of happiness.

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