I was miserable. Keeping food down was close to impossible, even the soup Colin made for me sent me straight to the bathroom, vomiting. Colin was worried; he thought I might have contracted dysentery while I was traveling with Indiana Jones. To hear that name roll off his tongue made me cringe.
"Colin, don't ever say his name again!" I shouted, and shortly after, retreated to the bathroom again. He ran over to check on me, and said, "Mare, you should really go see a doctor. You're not looking too well." I looked up at him, and said, "Well, if you think I don't look so hot, then why the hell won't you just call the doctor for me? I've got my head bent over a toilet, puking!" Colin patted my shoulder gently, and said,"Alright then, I'll make a call." He ran to the phone, and while he called the doctor, I felt a little bit better to go and lay on my bed. Picking up my diary, I leafed through the pages, and came up to an entry I had written right before the wedding I would have had with Indiana Jones.
"I love this man. I didn't think I would, but I fell in love with him again. Finally, I get to experience my childhood dream of marrying him. I can't live without his love."
I didn't make it through the part I was reading. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my stomach started feeling sick again. I placed a hand on my stomach, and closed my eyes. It had been months since I had seen the bastard. I couldn't have been sick while traveling with him, I didn't start feeling like this until about two whole months ago, except now it was worse than it was at first. Colin walked in, smiling cheerfully. "I got the doctor to come to the house. When I talked to the doctor, I told him you are unable to make the trip. He said he'll be by within a half hour or so." He brushed a wisp of my hair aside, kissing my forehead. Colin smiled."You don't feel warm, so I'm guessing it's some sort of thing going around." I nodded, and he handed me a glass of water. Taking a sip of the clear liquid, I smiled. He left the room, and I lay there, paging through more parts of my tattered diary. I came across another page that I vaguely remembered.
"Father brought home this man to study with him. I entered the house, and much to my surprise, he was standing there. Gosh, he has such gorgeous eyes, and--that smile! I know I am much too young to love him, but if he loves me--I will definitely return the favor!"
I laughed silently." My god, I've changed." A half hour had passed and I peered out the door of my bedroom. Colin was with the doctor. He brought the doctor in to see me. I smiled weakly and the doctor began to ask me all sorts of questions. Questions about the symptoms I had been experiencing. I told him I had been vomiting a lot, and couldn't always keep food down. He nodded, writing the stuff down. I also told him that on the days I did feel good, I had strange cravings for certain foods. The doctor looked up from what he had been writing, and smiled. He then said,"Ms. Ravenwood, have you ever thought you might be pregnant?" I looked at him, shock on my face. He did some tests, and took some samples, and then he was off to the lab. I knew the tests were expensive, but Colin paid for them. He wanted to know what might be wrong with me.
A few days later, I was in my sitting room when the phone rang. I picked it up, and it was the doctor. He gave me the news. Right then, I felt my heart sink. I thanked the doctor, and hung up.
"Pregnant?" I said aloud. Thinking to myself, "How the hell did this happen?" I wondered who could be the father. I knew it wasn't Colin, he and I don't have that intimate of a relationship yet, and then finally I burst into tears. I knew who it was.
"I can't believe that bastard. He left me, alone and pregnant!" I started sobbing. Tears ran down my cheek. As I was crying, Colin walked in.
"Something wrong, love?" Colin put an arm around my shoulder.
I pulled him close to me. "Colin...the doctor called. I'm...I'm pregnant." My eyes were red from crying. He, being the kind soul he has been, hugged me, and said, "Stay as long as you like. I love you Mare." He kissed my cheek, and I sat there speechless. "Did Colin just say he loved me?" I turned to him, and kissed his lips. He smiled, and said," When the child is born, you can give it my name. I would also marry you just so it has a father figure." Smiling, I knew that I could have a damn good life without that son of a bitch. Indy was probably somewhere else, and right now I could care less where he was. I was going to have a damn good life, with Colin, and my unborn child. We were going to be a family.