The way it was meant to be.

Chapter 2

Rose POV~

His side was getting worse. The cut was infected, and looks like it is not going to get better. I splash more whiskey on his side. Why am I doing this? I keep asking myself. Why him? He destroyed me before, and now I am here dousing his side with whiskey trying to keep him alive. I could've left him on my door, or I could've let him die.

"It's looking better," I lied.

"Darling you don't need to be tough for me" he says in a thick southern drawl with a grin.

"Peter you don't have any right to call me darling. You gave that right up years ago when you left." I said now furious. I got up, dropped the bottle on the bed, and stormed my way to the door. "You gave it up when you left us." With that I left the room, and slammed the door. I swiftly went into my room. Collapsing on the door as I shut it. I curled up and shoved my fist into my mouth then bit down so I would not make a sound as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I can't let him do this to me. No I can't.... Not again.

Peter POV~

Nice move Moore. I thought to myself. It was going so well she was happy and even kind to me. Then my old habits brought out the worst in her. It's been years since I saw her... Since I left.

London 1817, three years earlier~

I was giving her a hug before I would get on the train to New York. Then get on a ship to South America. I would be deployed for three months.

"I'm Pregnant Peter." She slowly empathised every word for me. I immediately unwrapped my arms and stepped back looking at her stomach. Not bothering to hide my shock."Peter I am going to need help." She says bringing me back to earth.

"Ruth... are you sure?" I asked, still in shock. Now is not the time for a pulse one. I am going overseas for a year or so, and we aren't even married.

"Peter I am two weeks late, I am positive." She sounded desperate for me to understand. We were on our way to the train station.

"God dammit Ruth. I am leaving." I said harshly. While staring clenching my fists. I look over to see her sobbing with her head in her hands. I reach over to rub her shoulders.

She whips up and shouts. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" She stares into my eyes with so much hatred it could kill. "If you want to leave then go. But don't you ever dare come back"

End of flash back~

Going on that train was my worst decision in my life. I kept my end of the bargain though I never wrote, or came to visit. I never came to check in on the kid. I didn't want to make things hard for her. The last three years came and went without a thought in her direction. Why did I come here? I don't know. How did I know that she would help me? I didn't. How long will this arrangement last? If you ask me not too long.