I wrote this absolutely ages ago and wasn't going to upload it but figured I'd give it a go because it was bugging me sitting on my computer even without a name. I know it's not great but let me know whether or not to go on with it.

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Sorry for the short chapter.

Louis Vartann lay in bed, waiting for his girlfriend to return from the bathroom. She had been distant lately but he put it down to work. She had been working a lot of overtime and it was making her cranky. His plan was to help her relax. Catherine emerged from the bathroom, clad in a baggy nightshirt which he loved, and crawled into bed, immediately turning her back to him. Louis moved in behind her and draped his arm over her, feeling her tense up.

"What's wrong?" He whispered in her ear.

"Nothing, I thought you were asleep." She replied, relaxing slightly.

"I was waiting for you." He placed a few little kisses on her shoulder, moving towards her neck. He began to nibble gently when he felt a hard nudge in his side and Catherine pull away from him, sitting up.

"Don't do that! You know I hate it." She scolded him running a hand through her hair with a deep sigh.

"I was just kissing you, Catherine." He defended himself.

"You weren't. You were trying to leave your mark and you know it's the one thing I won't let you do." She pushed herself up from the bed. "You're such an asshole." She muttered as he headed towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Louis remained on the bed, confused about what had just happened. He sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded towards the bathroom. Trying the door, he found that Catherine had locked it.

"Catherine, please let me in. I'm sorry." He pleaded. No reply.

"Catherine? Come on, you know I wouldn't do anything that you didn't want me to. What's brought this on?" He heard a small sniffle from the bathroom and his heart sank. He had made her cry. But that wasn't like his Catherine to cry over something so trivial.

"Baby, what is it? Open the door please." He waited a few minutes in silence before he heard a click, signalling that Catherine had unlocked the door. He hesitated and gripped the handle. "I'm coming in, okay?" He gently pushed the door open, finding Catherine perched on the side of the bathtub, looking down at her hands. His heart sank for the second time as he took in her tear-stained cheeks and slumped shoulders. He sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. She responded by wrapping her arm around his waist and burying her face in his neck, followed by a quiet sigh.

"I think you should take a couple of days off work." Louis broke the silence. "I don't like seeing you like this." Catherine pulled away slightly and looked up at him with a small frown.

"What does work have to do with anything?"

"It's pushing you over the edge. Look at you. You need a break." He reached out to caress her cheek but Catherine dodged his hand, her expression turning into one of fury.

"I can handle my job just fine and what makes you think you know what I need?" She folded her arms, glaring at him.

"I don't." Louis dropped his hand. "I just want to help you."

"You can help by leaving me alone. Go home." Catherine got up and moved towards the door. Louis was dumbstruck by what she had said and jumped after her, reaching for her hand.

"Catherine, wait. Let's talk about this. I know you don't mean-" he was cut off when Catherine swung round to face him with an icy glare.

"I'm pregnant."

Louis stood glued to the spot trying to process what Catherine had said. Meanwhile, she walked away and went to the kitchen, slamming all doors behind her.