Anne Wheeler x Phillip Carlyle

Chapter 13

Phillip POV.
I was at the circus, with all the lights flashing at me and people streaming past me, and I was getting ready to go home. Well, until Barnum walked up to me.
"Carlyle. Charles, our little Tom Thumb, he's sick. I need you to take him home in fifteen minutes."
Ugh. And that is what ruined my night. I was meant to go home to my wife, she was sick, for christ's sake. But Barnum was strict, and I couldn't go home and come back in fifteen minutes, so I did what the only thing to do, write her a letter.

Anne,
I hope you are feeling better and aren't feeling so sick. I am sorry for not visiting you today at the lunch break, but I hope you had a fun time with Lettie. Either way, I won't be able to come home just now. Charles is sick, I must take him home now. It is thirty minutes there and thirty minutes back; therefore I will see you in an hour. I am very sorry to let you down again my love. I wish I could come home now- as much as I love Charles...well, right now, I don't care how ill he is (don't tell him I said that)!
Have lots of fun with Lettie (again) , Anne. I will be back at 8, latest. The doctor is coming soon, I hope he says you are alright. See you soon, my love.
your Phillip. xx

Hopefully that will do, I think, as I fold up the note and pass it carefully to Lettie, which begins her walk to our home.

Anne POV.
As soon as Lettie opens the door, for the second time today, I groan. For god's sake, where's Phillip! I did love Lettie, but I wanted my husband. I may be pregnant!
I read Phillip's letter, chuckling on the outside but flipping the finger to Charles on the inside. As Phil said, who cares if Charles is ill? He was so nice, but I need Phillip more than him. Lettie talked to me for an hour, until the doctor arrived. He looked at us like we were dirt under his nails, and when we other him a seat, he takes the one furthest away from me.
"Right, Mrs Anne Carlyle," The doctor says, flipping to a new page in his notebook. "Tell me everything about how your feeling."
"Well," I begin, "I've been feeling tired for a while, since I came back from my honeymoon, and I woke up and just threw up everywhere this morning!" I say. A little smirk appears in the doctor's face, as he writes all this down, as if he was saying "haha, sucks for you!" in my face.
"Any cravings, Mrs Carlyle?" He asks.
"Yeah, many, actually." I respond. The doctor nods, and then takes something out of his bag.
"Do this." He tells me bluntly. I was looking at a pregnancy test! Lettie gasps and leads me into the toilet.
"Oh my god, Lettie, he thinks I'm pregnant!" I scream whisper at her.
"Ssh!" Lettie tells me. I wee on the pregnancy test, dry it, and don't look at it out of fear. I pass it to the doctor afterwards. Barely glancing at it, The doctor informs me, "Congratulations, Mrs Carlyle, your pregnant."
This is about the time I faint into Lettie's open arms.

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