"James, are you almost done? I'm freezing." She asked as she stood naked near the window, her pregnant belly full and round.

"Very close darling." I replied, drawing what was, up until now, the most important image in my life. I needed this to be perfect.

"You aren't going to be showing this to all your friends are you?"

"All my "friends" happen to be gentlemen, and would be horrified to see me with a picture of a naked woman."

"I'm sure jealous would be the word. Although," she paused running her hands over her belly, "maybe you are right with being horrified."

Thankfully I had finished my drawing and motioned for her to come over to where I sat on the edge of the bed.

"You are beautiful."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"Just think, by the time you come back the baby will be here." She reached behind me and grabbed her nightgown and shrugged into it.

"I wish I could be here." My heart felt tight, in a few days I would be preparing to be shipped off to France, and to war.

I was lost in thought when she nudged me and whispered, "Look."

A tiny hand was outlined on the skin of her stomach, I pressed a finger to the tiny palm, hoping he or she could feel me. "This is amazing."

"You better come back, your son is going to need you."

"It could be a girl. My father would argue with me until his dying breath, but I feel less worried thinking that it's a girl. Girls are smart and strong, boys are trouble." The tiny hand disappeared and a tiny foot stretched out a bit farther down, I glided my finger across the taut, smooth plane of her stomach to keep contact with my baby.

"I love you."

"I love you both." I said as I leaned forward to kiss her.

This charge was a mistake. Why didn't I tell Maj. Stewart this was a mistake.

I need to go home.

Oh god.

This was a mistake.

We shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't be here.

Oh god, I have a baby.

Oh g