Once V had left the Shadow Gallery an eery silence crept through the entire confinement of Evey's bedchamber. She had not been asleep as he thought she was and she smirked bitterly at the thought. Her hands were wrought underneath the pillow and her delicate tears started to dry on her cheeks. What could he be so afraid of? She wondered if it had anything to do with their incredibly bizarre situation. She had a distinct feeling that V would struggle with the news, but she just did not know how much it would effect him.
It dawned on her then that their child would never know the real face of their father and neither would she. They would be forced to take up residency in the Shadow Gallery for the rest of their lives, never being able to have the option of owning a real house with a real yard. It was a painful notion for her to recognize that their baby would not have a normal childhood and an overwhelming feeling of guilt began to weigh her down.
This is all my fault.
Their intimacy had given them a challenge that they would have to live with for the rest of their lives. Hopelessness overcame her better judgement and she started to cry again over the pain she had given V. In her selfishness she believed that this baby could change their relationship for the better and she gave no second thought to V's feelings. How cruel was she to steal his life away with something so imposing?
However, despite those feelings of indiscretion they had made the choice together to express their love. This child was a symbol that everything they had been through before and after the rebellion was completely worth every sacrifice. She recognized that V's feelings were justified, but if he were to turn his back on them now what would that say about him and the man that he had become?
Curiosity was getting the best of her and she felt too restless to try and sleep. Arising from her position on the bed she crept to her door and escaped into the corridor. The air was frigid and cold and she let out a shaky breath as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Their home felt strange to her then for the first time in over a year and it nerved her to acknowledge that change. Her feet padded softly on the stone floor and she paused by V's door. Leaning against the wood, she tried her best to listen to see if he was there. When she heard nothing, she placed her hand on the knob and opened it. The old door creaked open mysteriously and she did not find V on the other side.
Making her way inside she shut the door quietly behind her. Although there were no locked doors in the Gallery to her any longer she still felt uneasy sneaking around in V's bedchamber without his permission. Shrugging off her unsure feelings she wandered around until she found a clue as to where he could have gone to. She silently appreciated how tidy he was with his things and immediately discovered his laptop resting on his vanity.
Sitting down slowly she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror before her. Her eyes were pleading with her to not go through with her snooping, but she glared at herself and opened the laptop anyway.
I am allowed to know where he has gone to, I'm not afraid of him.
Once the laptop was open she turned it on and waited patiently for the security screen to appear. She knew V would have his laptop under complete lock down and she frowned when she tried to remember his password.
"Oh it's something difficult I'm sure," she muttered with irritation.
Leaning back into the chair she closed her eyes and tried to remember what it possibly could have been. She knew it was an obnoxiously long string of numbers and random letters, something he had come up with a while ago. His password frequently changed as well and she knew that he created a generator that would help him change it once he felt the need to. Evey put her hand to her forehead and sighed, "It shouldn't be that difficult."
After several minutes of pondering she started to give up. It was nearly impossible for her to remember the exact order of the password. She felt frustrated for giving up so quickly, but her pride suddenly got the best of her as she started to type what she felt like she did remember. When she pressed enter, the welcome screen appeared and quickly loaded. A wide grin spread to her cheeks and she searched his desktop for any familiar names. A folder titled Physicians immediately stuck out to her.
"What's all this then?" she asked herself quietly, clicking on the folder. The file immediately loaded and another password protected box appeared again before she could view the file. She cursed silently under her breath and leaned back in the chair again. It annoyed her that V was so paranoid about his computer, but it also wasn't out of his character to be so.
She rapped her fingers against the keys as she pondered yet again what this password could be. After a moment of thought she decided to type in the same one as she did before.
A dead end.
"Bollocks," This was going to be a challenge. She back spaced the words and thought harder for another moment.
What could he be hiding from me?
She typed the same password again and changed the number. Still nothing.
Feeling defeated, she logged out of the laptop and closed it shut, no longer having any patience to snoop. She figured if she wanted any answers she might as well just ask him whenever he returned. If he returned.
Exiting out of his room she found herself back in the corridor, the Gallery still silent from V's absence. She was cold, tired and upset that she could not figure out what he was hiding from her. If that file was a clue to where he was then she feared she would not find him for a while. Accepting her fate, she walked back to her room and crawled into her bed. Her longing for V increasing with every minute gone by.
The next morning, Evey awoke to her alarm buzzing in her ear. Unfortunately for her she still had other things to take care of that did not involve her personal life. There were no familiar sounds coming from the Wurlitzer or delightful smells from the kitchen. Everything was just as it had been the night before. Silent.
She gritted her teeth and pushed back the covers so that she could get up and get ready for the day. Deciding that she would not fret over V any longer she began to get her things ready for a shower and then to prepare herself breakfast.
After she was dressed and fed she gathered her messenger bag that contained her laptop and other work related papers and headed out the door.
Arriving at her building a little after eight in the morning, she approached her office and her colleagues with a smile. Eric Finch was waiting for her by her secretary's door and he returned her smile softly, "Good morning, Evey. How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, Eric. How are you?"
"Rather well, I was hoping we could discuss some things about our meeting yesterday,"
Evey nodded her head and gestured for him to follow her, "That would be absolutely wonderful. Mind joining me in my office?"
As they entered the room she offered him to sit in one of the chairs across from her desk. She sat her things down and Jane, her secretary, asked if either of them needed anything, "Just some tea, thank you," Evey replied.
"So what do we need to discuss this morning?" she asked.
"It's about Willard Bass. I have his file for you to review," he began, taking out the file from his briefcase. Evey furrowed her brows and took the manilla folder from his hands, "Is there something wrong?" she asked.
Eric shook his head, "No, he seems to check out perfectly. It was just a year ago that he was able to establish himself as a proper politician after parliament was destroyed. He has been in several rallies and movements to restore the country and has an impressive following,"
Evey took a brief moment to flip through the papers and she nodded, "I see,"
"However, the only thing we cannot figure out is why he seems to have more of a proper following than the other candidates," he said, watching her carefully.
She shrugged slightly and closed the file, "Are you suggesting that there might be something corrupt about him?"
Eric smiled and folded his hands politely across his lap, "I think we are all still a little paranoid over who should run this country,"
"But not dictate it," she replied firmly. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand, "We have a lot more to discuss, but I just wanted you to be aware of his statistics and where he has come from,"
"I appreciate that, Eric. There is still much work to be done," she said as she gave him a swift smile. Their tea arrived then and she thanked Jane for her kindness, "So what is next?"
"Here are a list of the other candidates and their records as we know them. We need to schedule a time for tea and then we should be ready to press forward and help them broadcast their speeches to the people," he replied.
"Right, let's work on that for a bit,"
For the rest of the day, Evey was able to make head way with learning more about the fifteen other candidates who were running for the election. In the back of her mind she wondered why Eric was so interested in Willard Bass's campaign and why he felt as though he was not genuine. She realized that V was also hesitant to give the man a chance when he did not even know who he was. Granted, she never knew what V was able to find out on his own with his extensive capabilities of doing research. She wondered then if he would be able to discuss with her anything about Willard Bass.
By the time it was nearing 5 o'clock that evening, Evey started to pack her things and leave for the day. As she got her coat on and her scarf over her neck, she absentmindedly touched her abdomen. A pang of guilt overcame her then as she reflected on her discoveries the night before. She wondered if V was all right and she hoped he was at home. She sighed deeply and started for the door and ran into Eric in the process of doing so, "Oh, Evey, do you need a ride home? I don't mind taking you to the nearest stop," he said, knowing that she was living with V.
"That would be great! I was freezing yesterday when I was walking home, thank you,"
Once they arrived at his car, Eric opened the passenger side door for her and relieved her of her bag. She muttered a 'thank you' for his kindness and watched as he sat in the driver's side. A few moments later and they were on the road driving in silence until she spoke.
"Eric...there is something I need to tell you, but you cannot speak of this to anyone," she said gently. He glanced at her from the side and nodded, "Go on?"
She sighed gently and narrowed her eyes, not wanting to look at him once she spoke, "I'm pregnant,"
He gasped and gave her a bewildered look, "Are you serious?"
"Yes,"
"Evey...I'm happy for you. How did V take the news?"
She placed her hand on the side of her face and shook her head, "Not very well. When I told him he left immediately and I don't know where he is,"
Eric sighed, clearly irritated, "Christ, that bastard. Do you not have any way of contacting him?"
"No, I do not. He refuses own a cell phone and I'm afraid it will take him some time to accept the news,"
This clearly wasn't a good enough answer for Eric as he shook his head, "He needs to take responsibility and take care of you. He should know better than to leave you like that,"
"He knows I can handle being on my own for a while. I'm just sad that he is having to go through this by himself. I want to speak to him about it, but I know he needs some time," she said with a sigh.
"You can't excuse him of his behaviors like that for much longer, Evey. He has changed since his vendetta. Now that he is no longer considered to be an "idea" he needs to accept the role of becoming a "man" and men do not run away from their problems,"
Evey knew he was right, but she also was patient in understanding V's point of view. She had a long time to figure him out and to understand his quirks and emotions ever since she had met him. She knew Eric would never understand the true torment that V suffered on a daily basis, but she kept her opinions to herself. She knew that despite her longing for her beloved she would wait until he would come back, no matter how long it took and she would allow herself to be more angry with him after she knew he was safe.
"I know, Eric. He knows. In the mean time I just need to concentrate on the election and I will focus on the rest later,"
"I wish you wouldn't work so hard. You need to focus on your health. Don't harm yourself because of him," he responded quietly, keeping his hands firmly on the wheel.
Evey smiled softly and reached over to place her hand on top of his. She was entirely grateful for how wonderful and protective he was of her, but they both knew she would always put their country above her own needs.
"I appreciate your friendship, Eric, more than you will ever know. Don't worry about me and I promise I will let you know if anything goes wrong or if I need your help," she said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
A lump started to form in the back of Eric's throat the moment Evey's hand touched his own. He would never admit his love for her, but he was grateful for any sort of her affection, even if it was not romantic. Parking the car on a street near by the Shadow Gallery, he gave her a small smile and tilted his head downwards, "You know I would do anything for you,"
"I know," she whispered. At that she gave his hand another squeeze and made her leave from the car. She waved at him as she walked briskly down the street, a feeling of ease taking over her tired muscles. She knew Eric wasn't happy with her choice and that he was resentful of V, but it did not matter in that moment and she needed to put the two of them out of her mind for a while. No knight in shining armor, just a Princess with a duty.
V's love was the only ray of hope that saved Evey from cynicism. There had been too many times in their past where he had disappeared for selfish reasons. She felt tired of waiting on him, purely miffed at his willingness to leave her for so many days alone. The silence was driving her mad and her heart was aching over his whereabouts. She had intense fear for his safety and it pained her that he was determined to keep her at arm's length for so long.
It had been three days since she had last seen him and her nerves increased with every passing moment. Work was the only thing keeping her sane as she tried to keep herself distracted. When she wasn't feeling ill she read and spent time on work proposals and papers. It was her sole motivation to not give up and to reassure herself of her independence. Regardless of how depressed she was she would not let England suffer over her troubles.
It was nearing two in the morning and Evey felt a wave of exhaustion hit her. She decided that she would retire for the night and pick up where she left off in the morning with her work. Knowing that she would be of little use to her council if she did not rest, she found comfort in her bed amongst her books and papers and the lingering scent of V nestled in her blankets.
Once she fell victim to sleep, catastrophic dreams invaded her subconscious. Feelings of anxiousness overpowered her senses and she struggled to keep her asthma at bay. A dark figure was looming in the corner of a desolate room and it stood motionless. She tried to see who it was, but a bright light blinded her perception of what she could only assume was a male presence. The figure took a step forward, but her only way of knowing that he had moved was the sound of a heavy boot coming towards her. She called out to him, but he remained silent, approaching her in a steady pace. Once the figure had grown closer, a tight feeling grasped around her neck. She choked in response and reached to remove whatever was strangling her, but the glint of a sharp blade stopped her once it came into focus and she muffled a scream when she realized he was coming to kill her baby.
Awaking in absolute panic, Evey gasped for air and she shot up quickly in her place on the bed. Fresh tears were streaming down her cheeks as she began to sob uncontrollably. She pushed the covers away to check her abdomen and once she felt her soft round bump she began to calm down. However, her moment of tranquility faltered the moment she felt something beside her. She snapped her head to the side when she realized she was not alone. In her state of panic she did not notice the dark figure that lay beside her and she jerked herself out of the bed before it could even touch her.
She yelped and yanked the chain on her bedside lamp to reveal a startled V who jolted from the bed the minute Evey turned on the light. When she caught her breathing she let out a whimpering cry of relief and ran to throw her arms around his neck, "V!"
"Evey! I'm so sorry to have disturbed you, are you all right?" he asked, his voice clearly panic stricken.
She took a moment to soak up his embrace and she buried her head tightly into his masculine chest. His arms encircled her protectively and he made sure to grasp her gently so that he would not harm her. When she released him, her soft features twisted into a fierce glare and she whacked his chest roughly, "How dare you! Where have you been? Why did you leave for so long without even saying a word?"
V immediately lowered his head, clearly ashamed of himself for making her so upset. Without her knowing he watched her as she began to furiously pace the room, shaking her head and gripping her fists together as she continued, "I was so worried about you! Do you realize if anything were to happen to you I would have no way of finding out?" she asked, her anger growing.
"Yes, I was aware of that," he said simply as he clasped his hands together behind his back. This seemed to anger Evey even more and she fumed, "I was so worried about you, V. I did my best to remain calm, but you were gone for so long I started to become frightened,"
"I know and I apologize for my absence. I want you to know that I did not depart our sanctuary for any other reason other than to find help for you,"
She stopped pacing then and stood squarely in front of him, "To find...help?"
It was V's turn to begin pacing the room as he sighed begrudgingly, his voice lowering as he started to speak, "Yes...the moment you told me you were with child I immediately began to make contact with a number of physicians I had met after I had escaped Lark Hill and I needed to ensure your safety,"
Confusion crossed her features suddenly and that familiar pang of guilt began to erupt her system, "You were worried about me? Why?"
Bringing a hand to his mask he shook his head, his posture slumped in sadness, "When I was a test subject at the Resettlement Camp I was injected with several poisons and toxins as a way of determining if I could survive or not. My blood contains the St. Mary's virus, as you know, and well...I have no idea what else I could be infected with that could be a threat to you and our baby,"
Fear gripped at her heart and the guilt she had felt earlier turned into immediate distress. Everything began to make sense then and before she could even react V approached her in one swift stride to bring her into his arms. He placed a gentle hand on her small abdomen as his left arm held her from behind, "Evey, I feel awful for not being honest with you from the start. I was just so...frightened...you must believe me. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you because of me,"
She placed her small hand on top of his, the warmth of his hand underneath his leather gloves bringing her comfort instantly, "No, V, please don't apologize. I'm sorry for not understanding your motives at first. I should have been more patient with you. I knew you would return eventually,"
V was smiling beneath the mask and he chuckled a bit, bringing her closer to his chest so he could rest his chin upon her head. She fit perfectly in his arms and it never ceased to amaze him how much she felt like home, "Let this sad int'rim like the ocean be which parts the shore, where two contracted new come daily to the banks, that when they see return of love, more blest may be the view; Else call it winter, which being full of care, makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare,"
"Do you think Shakespeare had us in mind when he wrote that sonnet?" she asked as she looked up at him. He gave her a small nod and whispered, "Yes, I believe he did."
After several moments of them enjoying each other's embrace after being apart for days, they finally decided to move back into her bed. Evey turned the light off and she immediately flocked to V's side so that she could rest her head on his chest. He welcomed her with open arms and she noticed he had abandoned his vest, gloves and boots so that he could cuddle with her more comfortably.
"I need to tell you something," she said as she wrapped her arm around his waist. He replied with a soft "hmm" and began to relax in his position on the bed with her, "When you left that night I wasn't asleep...I didn't want you to know though,"
He chuckled softly and shrugged, "I guess you've had a bit of practice in learning how to fool others,"
"Well, that wasn't the only thing. I went into your room and I found your computer. I was able to get into the main screen and I noticed you had a folder titled Physicians," she continued, feeling a bit wary with how he would respond.
"Ahh, so you were able to remember what my password was, very interesting," He didn't seem at all surprised that she was able to hack into his computer and she felt slightly annoyed by that.
"I wasn't able to get into the folder though, but I guess everything you told me answers a lot of questions I've been having over the last few days," she said quietly.
V sighed deeply and very gently tilted her chin to look up at him. His rough skin was colliding with hers and Evey did her best to soak up what she could of having him be so open with her.
"I told you that I will not keep any secrets from you anymore...even if it does take me several days to do so. I didn't have a choice though, I needed to find someone to help us immediately even if it meant leaving you in the dark for a few days," he said sincerely.
Evey nodded and nuzzled her face into his palm which he gladly took to caress, "I know, but was it worth it? Were you able to find anyone?"
She could see him nodding his head gently as he replied, "I did. We will go to him over the weekend. He needs to check you out and make note of your progress. A lot of tests will be performed, but I know as long as you and our baby are safe we will be able to continue on as normally as possible,"
"Who is this physician anyway?" She felt like she deserved a say in who her doctor would be over the next few months of her pregnancy.
"A man named Jonathan Crowe, he has been a trusted acquaintance since my early days of rejoining society," He slid his hand from her cheek back down to wrap around her waist then and she accepted his gesture by cuddling closer into his chest, "You mean to tell me that you actually have friends?"
V scoffed at her remark and peered down at her playfully, "I said he was an acquaintance. He mainly supplied me with books, papers and medical supplies to help me become self sufficient if and when I found myself in danger before the 5th," he stated matter of factly.
Evey made a face and smiled, "I suppose that's how you knew how to heal yourself after the destruction of parliament. That's why you were able to survive,"
"Precisely," he whispered, "Jonathan is a good man, I am convinced he will be favorable in your opinion,"
"Oh dear, I very much hope that you are right about this, V. I only want the best for our little one," The idea of being able to say, "our little one" ignited a radiant flame within Evey's heart and she knew V felt the same way.
"I do as well, my love," he whispered.
A soft giggle erupted from Evey's lips as she tilted her head up to place a small kiss on Guy Fawkes' lips. She never knew a happiness before her relationship with V and those feelings of guilt and sadness were immediately replaced with the joyful celebration just as she had originally imagined.
The next morning, Evey did not wake to the sound of the Wurlitzer or the smells of breakfast being prepared by her beloved. Instead, she woke to find him right beside her and he was sound asleep. He lay on his back with one arm above his head and the other at his side. She was facing him, gazing lovingly at his resting form. She knew he was exhausted from his journey and it pleased her that he was able to sleep so well with her there beside him. Knowing it had been a while since he had gotten a good night's rest, she decided to let him sleep and surprise him by making them both a wonderful breakfast.
Quickly and quietly making her leave from the bed she was able to escape without disturbing him. It was a very proud moment for her to be able to sneak around without him even noticing and she prided herself on being able to pick up on his skills.
She noted the time and decided that she would come into work a little later than usual so that she could prepare breakfast for V without having to feel rushed. If she needed to stay at work a little later than usual she would be comfortable in doing so, especially since she knew she would be spending her entire weekend with V.
Sending Eric a quick text on her phone she immediately began to work on what she would prepare for V. Over the past two years Evey was able to pick up a few tricks in the kitchen thanks to his teaching and she decided that she would prepare them a traditional full English breakfast which consisted of bacon, fried eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried toast with real butter, sausages and baked beans. In a sense she felt crazy for being so optimistic about this challenge, but she also wanted to return V's kindness and to return it to him.
As she started to prepare the food she began to reflect on the nightmare she had just before she was reunited with V. It was a strange dream and it felt incredibly real, too real for comfort. A slight chill ran down her spine as she remembered the way she felt when she saw the man coming after her with a knife that was similar V's. The presence she sensed was incredibly evil and full of hatred and it reminded her of when V had confined her in the cell before her transformation.
It had been a long while since she had thought about her time spent in the cell as V's prisoner. It was very curious to her that she made that connection with her dream. Was this something she had already experienced and forgot about it? Why did they seem to be the same?
Without even noticing at first, V had snuck up behind her she gasped when she felt a familiar muscular arm snake around her waist, "Oh, you scared me!" she hissed.
He chuckled softly and wrapped his other arm around her, "I believe you still have much to learn from me, my dear. My successor cannot be startled so easily,"
"Very well then, I'll do better. Did you get enough rest?" she asked as she turned around to embrace him.
V gave her a gentle squeeze and nodded, "Yes, I did, thank you for asking. What's all this? Are you making me breakfast?"
She grinned sheepishly and shrugged, "I am, I hope you're proud. I'm making you a traditional English breakfast!"
"A traditional English breakfast? I am proud," he replied, "Do you need any assistance?"
Shaking her head ferociously she pointed in the direction of the table, "Nope! I want to cook for you without any help. I figured it was about time I showed off my cooking skills," She placed a small kiss on the tip of Guy Fawkes' chin and she smiled warmly when he rested his forehead on top of hers before releasing her.
As she went back to cooking, V settled into a chair at the table and made himself comfortable. He was quite amused at her willingness to cook and he was eager to try her food. He recalled a time when he had taught her how to make this exact meal over a year ago and despite her valiant effort she did not succeed well. He figured after a time of practice she was trustworthy enough to prepare a meal for the two of them.
He watched her carefully as she grabbed the necessary supplies and a feeling of determination overcame him then as he studied her condition. Although she was not showing very much he could tell there was something different about her. She was wearing a thin cotton shirt over a pair of leggings and her curves seemed to cling to the fabric elegantly. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever met and it truly astounded him that she was his.
Her curls had grown to reach just past her ears and they framed her face perfectly. There was a certain glow about her that stirred a feeling of nervousness inside of him and that was when he was reminded of their conversation from last night. He vividly remembered the way she had screamed when she woke from her nightmare and he felt inclined to ask her about it.
"Evey, may I ask you something?" a hint of concern trailing in his voice.
She glanced at him over her shoulder and nodded, "Of course, what is it?"
"Did you have a nightmare last night?"
She was wondering when he would ask her that question and she sighed softly, her hands pausing their task. Glancing over her shoulder she picked up where she left off with their meal, "I did...it certainly was a fright. I was thinking about it earlier before you snuck up on me,"
"I figured so. Do you mind me asking what it was about?" he asked.
She hesitated a moment and turned around to face him, "No, I don't mind...it was just unusual and it seemed so real I felt as though I've lived it before. I was in a dark room with a light shining brightly on my face. There was a man in the corner, a dark presence, and he was walking towards me with heavy boots. I tried to call out to him, but he ignored me and then he produced a knife that looked like one of yours...I knew he was coming to kill me and he was aiming for my stomach,"
V was watching her steadily and he noted the way she looked down at her condition and then back up at him. As brave as she was there was a hint of fear in her eyes and it devastated him, "Evey...I'm sorry," he said softly.
She gave him a half smile and turned around to go back to her business, "Oh it's no matter at all really, it was just a dream and nothing more. I'm sure it was just stress related,"
"Did you think it was me?" he asked, keeping very still.
Evey shrugged, her demeanor remaining the same as she responded, "No, I don't think so. It was just a coincidence with the room, mysterious man and the knife,"
V paused a moment before he replied and she could tell that he was feeling remorse. She wished he hadn't brought up the dream, but she also knew that he was concerned for her wellbeing and she felt grateful that he cared so much.
"I promise you that even though I did some unforgivable things to you when you were captured that was not one of them," he admitted with utter grievance. He didn't need to defend himself from what had happened in the past and she smiled to herself when she noted that he felt guilty, "You realize I don't hold you against anything that happened during that time, right?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," he murmured.
"It was just a dream, V, it truly is all right. If anything I might just be experiencing something weird with the pregnancy. I'll have a look later when I get a chance to do some research," she said lightly.
He beamed a little to himself at her response, almost shocked that she had responded so coolly. Granted he wasn't sure what he expected, he knew she was a changed woman and could now be characterized as being strong, confident, and bold, but he didn't give her enough credit sometimes. She was made in his likeness and was the greatest love that he would ever know. Her braveness inspired him and he was honored to be her partner in this world. Perhaps there was a chance that she would be all right, that her willingness to push through her problems would make her stronger.
"Are you concerned of what I told you last night?" he asked, testing her.
A small laugh erupted her features and she shook her head, her honey-blonde curls dancing on her cheeks, "I am not. The moment you told me where you had been and what you had discovered assured me that I would be in good hands. Whatever we will face in our future cannot be compared to what we have suffered in our past,"
He felt exhilaration from her response and he grinned, standing from his seat and approaching her in one stride. He pulled her from the stove and lifted her so that she would be eye level with him, "I love you, Evey Hammond and I will protect you with my life,"
"And I love you," she whispered.
Evey was right, no matter what seemed to challenge them in their past could not compare to any such fear in their future. Their journey to become parents would be a long road and most certainly a test on their patience, but they both knew that once they were joined in one nothing could stop them.
A/N: Hello! It has been a WEEK since I have last updated and I apologize for the wait! I just started back to school so my updates may become a little less frequent, but I promise I haven't lost interest in writing at all! I'm only getting started! I hope this chapter was a bit more enjoyable and I hope to really start adding the drama soon! This was very fun to write so I hope you all like it! As always leave me a review to let me know how I am doing and if I need to fix any mistakes :) Happy Monday! ~