I am alive! I dont really like this story anymore but i decided to try again. writers block is a terrible thing too.


"Well the minister is here we must not keep him waiting. Belle? He held out his arm for her and she refused. "My Father will give me away to you I will not deny him this chance." They walked inside the church doors the chatter from everyone in the town filled the air as Gaston walked down the aisle indignantly and took his place by the minister. Someone began playing the organ and Belle began to hyperventilate. Maurice put his hands on her face to make her look at him.

"Belle you don't have to do this. Let me go. Please Belle; you are not going to be happy with him." Maurice begged. "You are such a stubborn girl," He shook his head, "Please breathe and don't cry you look so beautiful."

"Papa," she said with a sniff, "I love you so much and don't ever forget it." The song changed and Maurice and Belle walked out from the church hall down through the aisle. Gaston had a sneer on his face and Maurice let go and took a seat. When time came for the I do's Gaston's voice rang out clear. Belle was now crying even harder than before and managed to sniff out her I do. The minister pronounced them man and wife. Gaston took her face in his hands, lifted her chin and kissed her lips with a little too much force than necessary.

He then whispered in her ear "Stop crying, it's not becoming for a woman to weep this much."

"What are you going to do if I don't? I married you isn't that enough? If you don't mind I would like to speak with my father for a moment." She spat back at him. She ran into her father's open arms and continued to weep. Gaston eventually grew sick of her behavior and forcefully picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Everyone had already made their way over to the reception party at the tavern across the road. Everyone gave them congratulations and wished them well. As the night went on Gaston became very intoxicated and Belle refused to go home with him until he was sober. Being as drunk as he was he refused her to go to her father's home and they ended the night very late. Gaston took Belle to his place. He unlocked the door and took Belle by the arm. He was so much stronger than she was. He gripped her tightly and opened his bedroom door. She started to shiver and struggle in his grasp. She couldn't do it not so soon. He lifted her, tossed her on the bed and he began to undress. Belle whimpered in protest.

"You belong to me now," he said with an evil grin. "If you scream it will only be worse." She wouldn't dare move. She was a lifeless, her mind shut down. The tears continued to fall harder and faster each time he touched her.

*two months later*

Belle waited until Gaston had left to hunt innocent animals to hang on the walls at the tavern. She was afraid. She went into town going to see the doctor. She did not want to have Gaston's children. It was too horrible to even consider. The doctor called her into his office; he checked her vitals and asked her many questions. When her examination was finished he looked her straight in the eye and said, "Belle you are pregnant. You should be ready to deliver in about seven or eight months depending if the child reaches full term or comes early.

"Are you absolutely sure?" She questioned.

"Yes, you are a young, healthy woman I wouldn't doubt my knowledge." He said matter of factly. Belle could feel the tears swelling up in her eyes but she wouldn't let them fall.

"Thank you" she managed to choke out. She left and ran. Her father had left for an inventor's fair of sorts earlier in the week so she couldn't tell him. She also did not wish to tell Gaston about the matter either even though he would eventually figure it out. She went home and sat on the bed that the two of them were now sharing. Maybe now that she was going to have a child her husband would stop abusing her. She prayed often especially that the child would be a girl, just too somewhat irritate Gaston. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of wood breaking.

"BELLE!" He hollered, "I brought you something!" She came out of the bedroom looking flushed.

"Yes Gaston what is—"she cut off catching the smell of the fresh bloody kill laid on the table. She wretched over and became sick. Gaston, never seen her sick before ran to get a cold wet rag. Belle was quite surprised at his actions and thought perhaps his mother had taken care of him when he was ill in the past.

"Are you alright? You've never become sick when I've brought home my kill before." He coddled her awkwardly. It was odd for Belle to see him so vulnerable. She didn't know whether or not to tell him yet. She decided against it because he swept her up in his arms gently as to not jostle her so much and become sick again. He put her to bed and left the cold towel on her face to soak up the perspiration on her brow.

"Do you wish for me to fetch the doctor? Or get you anything else? I want you to be well, even if it may not come across that way." He was very sincere.

"No, don't send for the doctor I have already been to see him today." He raised his eyebrows questioning her statement. "I wasn't feeling well earlier. Gaston, I-" "Belle what happened?" I- , Gaston" she struggled to answer, "You are going to be a father." She flinched back expecting him to be angry. Instead he stumbled back into the dressing table and had a rather goofy looking smile on his face. "Really, a Father? Just think of all the fun things I will get to do with my son!" "Wait just a minute, what if it is a girl? Ha! He laughed Gaston's family will only be boys!" "How do you know that? What will you do if it is a girl?" "Belle, He came down to her level and took her small hand in his. We will get to that bridge if it happens. "I'm going to the tavern to tell the Guys the great news!" Belle was uneasy about any part of her and now her child's future. She simply closed her eyes and went to sleep to hopefully have some much needed rest.

*Six months later*

Gaston had become very irritable his kind nature didn't stay more than a month. Belle had become more emotional than normal and was getting close to her last weeks. She was unable to walk around as much as she would have liked to, the doctor had put her on bed-rest since it was her first time and did not wish her to become ill. The Triplets from the tavern had come to help tend to everything that his wife was now unable to do on her own. Gaston was furious when he had come home and was yelling like a raging maniac. He went to his room to hopefully receive some sympathy from his wife. Belle was asleep with a book under her arm. Gaston looked at her and began yelling some more. "WOMAN! How many times have I told you that it is not RIGHT for a WOMAN TO READ!" Belle was startled awake and sat up as best she could. "Gaston, what, oh," she saw her exposed book by her side that she normally kept hidden in her pillowcase. She now was very scared because he had threatened her many times about if he caught her with a book she would be punished.