German Living in Hitler's World

Pregnant

The first time we mated was a month ago. I'm still not pregnant. So, that meant we had to do it again.

Me and my husband have gotten closer. And last night he told me that he was happy we got married. I said that I agreed.

Afterwards, we started to kiss, and then we mated.

Now, I'm in the bathroom throwing up.

"I'm pregnant", I say to him.

"Finally", he says.

"But, at the dinner table my father said he wanted grandchildren not a grandchild", I say.

"It's okay", he says.

"Easy for you to say, You don't have be pregnant or give birth", I say.

He shrugs.

"Just be happy that we got one down, I'll have to send a letter to your father, so he can come visit when the baby is born. I think that's hard enough work right there", he says.

"I'll do it, but not to father, mother", I say.

"But it's your father's laws. You can send your mother a letter, but it's mandatory that I send your father one", he says.

We walk together to the shipping center.

We ship the letters.

"Now, let's go celebrate", he shouts.

"Where", I ask.

"At your friend's house", he replies.

We make our way to Smithy's house. She was ordered by father to get married and move here too. Just for me. She was married to Benito's friend, Sari.

We reach their home.

We knock.

"Sari, how are you", Benito Jr. says.

"Great, come in", we step in the house.

I walk into the kitchen, where I see Smithy baking.

"Bake much", I joke.

"Oh, Jill", she says while hugging me.

"Wow, there", I say to her rubbing my stomach and nodding my head.

"We are in it together", she said.

Smithy is pregnant, too.

Just then the men walk in.

"Congrats", Sari says to me.

We celebrate together. The men torture us by drinking the best wine on the planet.