𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 | 𝓑. 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Chapter fourteen - the next stage

July 3rd 1813

I have felt rather strange lately yet I can't seem to explain why. It's not something I have ever experienced before, constant nausea, headaches, sore breasts.

I am yet to tell my husband of these inquiries, as I am physically okay, and is nothing for him to worry about.

I am currently out on a promenade down the stream with an old friend of mine, Lady Elizabeth Bancroft. 

"Tea?" I ask the lady, to which she nods, we walk back to mine and Benedict's new estate.

He's currently out of town til this evening on business with Anthony and Sherlock.

We are halfway through tea when the nauseousness appears once more with a burning feeling.

I quickly make my way to the toilet Elizabeth follows and grabs my hair so it's out of the way.

Once I am finished, we go back to the drawing room, where I slouch back onto the chair.

"How long have you been throwing up for?" she asks

"... Almost three months, why? I'm not dying am I?!" I ask sitting up abruptly.

She doesn't say anything but just stares at me.

"... Ohh" my eyes go wide, before walking over to the door, looking round the corner and seeing Grace, "ah Grace, would you mind informing the doctors that I need to see him," I ask rhetorically.

"Of course Miss, I'll do it right away," she says to me as she turns back around.

I walk back into the drawing room, to see Elizabeth smirking.

"So, you have been having fun then," she tells me raising her eyebrows.

"Oh shush you, besides I could say the same to you. How many kids do you have again?  And I know for a fact that most of the time it doesn't happen on the first try" I smirk back at her, causing the two of us to break out into a fit of laughter.

No more than 30 minutes later, the doctor arrives and checks me,

"When was your last period," he asks me, writing something in his notebook.

"Two and a half months ago" he stares at me as if I was a blob that was supposed to do something.

"And you didn't think that was odd," he asks me.

"No, not at all, my periods have always been irregular," I tell the man who is getting on my nerves.

"Well you're pregnant, congratulations," he tells me by fore leaving the house.

I send Lizzie home 30 minutes later, as I wait for Benedict I realise that this is a high responsibility for us. We've only been married for three months.

I wait in the drawing room, it's around eleven at night.

The house staff announce his arrival before rushing off.

"You did not have to wait up for me, my darling," he tells me placing a kiss in my hair before sitting down next to me.

"Benedict, there is something I must tell you." he nods his head at me to carry on, and I pause for a minute to stable my nerves. I see his face cloud with worry. "I am with child," I tell him...

It takes him a minute to process before his hands shoot up to his face in shock.

"You are fooling with me," he says his hand moving away from his mouth for me to hear him.

I laugh "no" whilst walking up to him, nervously fiddling with my fingers.

"I'm gonna be a dad" I hear him whisper, he walks up to me and grips my face softly, "I am so excited, to be a dad with you"