A tale of the titanic with Thomas Andrews

How much did you hear

"Ah there we are" Thomas laid Kathleen on there bed in the spare room as Adalyn put a cool cloth on her forehead.

"How much did you hear?"
"Plenty"
"Well what Did you hear"
"It's not for what I did hear but what I didn't it seems as though I didn't miss much in that conversation but that I've missed a lot between us. What's going on Adalyn how long have you known?"

"A little while." Was all she could make out. Reframing back to her timid self.
  "A while. As long as you've been sick? And you hadn't a care in the world to tell me dear?" His Irish voice rising
    "Thomas it's not like that. I didn't know how to tell you and I'm sure your well aware of the fact that she wants me to get rid of it and have our marriage annulled and you didn't seem to have ANY issue with that? How dare you question me! In our home. Where you had hoped to fill the rooms with children and now your flush with rage at me! Is that it is that all we have at this moment?"

"I suppose I need to cool down. Your mother is resting and she'll obviously need it. I'm going to bed.... Id rather take part in our bed but given the circumstances I think we could use a night to ourself"

With that left a broken hearted Adalyn, as Thomas closed the door.
Feeling more alone then ever she packed a small over night bag and some cash into an envelope and left.

"I'm going to back Brooklyn. I have a small room behind my store front I can stay in" she thought

*Time skip*

Tired and sore from the ride in Adalyn finally arrived, outside her shop turning the key she opened her door. Still dark out she tucked in quickly and locked the door behind her. She closed her curtains and lit a small candle. Luckily she had a couple of blankets and mud matched fabric left over from some of her projects. She used them as pillows and tucked her self in. Tears threatening to spill from her eyes she shivered slightly and fell alseep with moments to spare.

She dreamt of Thomas mostly. Wondering how he could be so insensitive. And how her mother whom lived Thomas at one point could turn so quickly. As those vivid images danced across her mind and into a deeper sleep, she hadn't known that Thomas was talking with her mother and that they would soon discover her absence.

So much for eternal bliss in the honeymoon phase.... please remember to get your friends to read. The more reads I get, will determine how often I can update;) happy holiday