I am really really sorry I never update my stories, I work 50 hour weeks and go out every weekend and until recently have been without internet cos I moved out of home. I will one day finish the other ones.

This however is just a 4 or 5 short chapters story, you get one a day. I started it yesterday and I've almost finished it.

This story looks into four (or five) seperate years of Clarisse/Joseph's life.

1981

Clarisse sat on the seat of the lavatory looking down at her underwear - nothing. She wiped the tears as they fell from her eyes and sniffled at what hadn't come, but should have come two weeks ago. It was unlike her to skip a period, but there she sat fourteen days late wondering what she had done to deserve this. Of course it wasn't her fault, she wasn't the one who'd said, "I don't like wearing them, it takes fifty per cent of the feeling away. It's like jumping into the bath with a wetsuit on."

But all the same, it was her fault because she'd asked him to take a break for an hour, she'd locked the door behind her when she entered the room that night and she was the one who said, "I need you."

So in all reality it was both their faults.

Rolling her underwear back up her legs she sighed and banged her head against the wall, what was she going to tell her husband? She'd never been late before, there could only be one possibility...

"Joseph I need to talk to you," Clarisse spoke in a panicked voice as she struggled to maintain his pace as he moved swiftly down the hall.

"I'm actually busy right now, sorry. There's some sort of comotion going on downstairs, a fight I believe."

She clung to his arm trying to slow him down, but he continued walking.

"I'm late."

Suddenly he stopped and turned to her with a shocked expression on his face, "What?"

She opened the door to a vacant room and threw him inside.

"Late? What do you mean late?"

She practically screamed at him, "Oh what else does being late mean?"

"Are you sure? You might have just-"

Tears were falling again, "It's been two weeks! I've never been late before - EVER!"

Joseph's face was white as snow, there's no way in hell he could believe he'd knocked up the queen, "So are congratulations in order?"

Her eyes widened, "Congratu? Congratulations? I am carrying a mistake of a child and you're congratulating me?"

"You and the king, a new heir to the throne! Don't you think that's grounds for congratulations?"

Clarisse's claws came out and she clenched her teeth, "It's your child, not Ruperts! Do you think if it were Ruperts I'd be speaking to you about it?"

"My child?" He suddenly sounded chirpy, "My? You think this is my child? No, no, no," he faked a laugh, "there is no way you're carrying my child, it's impossible. In fact I'll tell you why it's impossible, because I've been shooting blanks ever since...well...ever since I could shoot."

"No, it is possible because you're the only man I've been with in a long time and there's no other way this could have happened."

"I'm sorry I can't be the one you blame for this accident, perhaps you should intterrogate one of your other lovers?"

He smiled slyly, still white with disbelief.

Clarisse glared at him, "I have no other lovers."

"Then perhaps somebody snuck into your room at night and impregnated you? Or you were too drunk to remember? I don't know. I can't give you an answer as to how this happened. Sorry."

He exited the room and walked into another room across the hall, gasping for breath as soon as he'd closed the door behind him, "Shit!"

He was sweating now, "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Clarisse was crying in the other room, it was obvious to her that he'd bullshitted his way out of this to escape responsibility. At that point she decided whatever it was they'd shared the past six months was going to end right there.

She didn't sleep at all that night, she was too busy rushing to the bathroom every five minutes to see if any change had been made to the color of her underwear, unfortunately she had no luck, however relief washed over her the following week when she sighted the first drop of blood upon her lingerie, her spirits had lifted, but her love for Joseph had sadly died.