Mon Petite Lionne | Lafayette Fanfiction✔️

Ch 35: Diagnosis? What diagnosis?

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   "HERE COMES THE GENERAL!" Was all I heard when I see Washington swagger into the scene of the dual.

    "What is the meaning of this?!?" He yelled as John and Lee cowered away from the General.

   "General! Lee was talking nonsense about you! If it weren't for Laurens challenge Lee to the dual, I'd be the culprit of putting the bullet in his side." I shot back at Washington.

   "And for you!" He points a finger a me. "We have some talking to do." He then calmed his voice down. "Meet me inside..." Then a low whisper, I swear I heard.

"Meet him inside, Meet him inside..." I walk into Washington's tent to see maps and letters all over his desk.

"You've been busy haven't you sir?" I say trying to lighten up the mood.

"Actually..." He coughs, "I think I should be the one saying that sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart!" I correct him. "What do you mean I've been busy sir?" I slam my hands on his table.

  "Abi I know about your diagnosis."

  "What are you talking about sir? I'm not ill, I have no such "diagnosis" that you speak of."

"Abi, you're pregnant."

"What the hell?!" I shout. Who the hell does this guy think he his? I'm not pregnant, how would he know? I'm not pregnant— oh... That explains.

"Ah, you finally figured it out. When your brother comes back, you are out of here."

   "What!? Washington you can't do that!" I yell as I turn away, not looking at the general's eyes

   "Sweetheart—"

   "Call me sweetheart ONE MORE TIME!!!" I had enough. So did he.

"Go home Abi. It's an order from your commander." He looked down on me sternly. I won't make an excuse out of this.

"Alright. Till we meet again." I walk away almost exiting his tent, but he spoke before I could leave.

"I don't believe we'll meet again, Hamilton." I turn around before I leave his tent. One last time.

"But, I know we'll see each other again. I don't know when, how, or why but we will. Goodby General George Washington. Till we meet again." I salute him and leave the tent

I walk out of his tent, looking down to my boots avoiding the others as say they give me salutations, that I ignore. Could I actually be pregnant. I mean I hadn't been feeling well... And also hadn't had that monthly "friend". Maybe I am. Looks like I have to start packing before they figure I'm gone.

I swiftly go into the tent and I grab my duffel bag from under my cot and place my clothing, my sketching pad, and my little portrait of mother. Where will I go? Who would take in a pregnant woman—

"Abi?" I turn around to see Emma leaning on a chair.

"You're finally out of the medical tent? You look better than before." I point out.

"Yup, Washington's keeping me. Even after the whole I'm-a-girl-disguised-as-a-boy he's keeping me and Burr is out of here. Where are you going?" I look down at me bag and placed under the cot.

    "N-nowhere. I'm just packing, because I have a feeling this war is ending soon." I flubbed. But Emma saw through me.

    "It's about him isn't it?"