It had been 5 months since that fateful day. For the first week, Felicia had had to stay either on the bed or on the couch all the time, not being able to do anything that wasn't walking up and down the stairs twice a day and cooking meals (when Ludwig let her). She had been pleasantly surprised when Ludwig offered to actually help her with her "work". At the beginning she thought that he said that just to please her, but soon she had to recognize that he was doing it because he wanted to, giving it his all. He had done pretty much all that she did, going to the houses of people who hid jews to bring money, food and medicine. She could not even imagine the face Elizaveta had made when Ludwig showed up in her stead, dressed in his Wehrmacht uniform. Ludwig had told her that she'd been petrified with fear at the thought of being discovered, but then realised that having a member that was actually working for the Party would of course be an asset. The fact that he was a decorated Captain that got injured fighting bravely on the Russian front made him above all suspects from his peers, subordinates and higher – ups. That was why Ludwig had become one of the key people of the Berlin Resistance, even earning himself the code nome of "Kommander".

Then Feli started getting bigger, thus attracting more attention. That meant she could not go sneaking around anymore, meaning that she would not help the Resistance for a long while.

Feli had not regretted giving Ludwig a second chance. From the day she had come home, he had come back to his usual self. Shy, uptight, easily embarassed, prone to worrying, serious and caring. Now she could be completely honest with him, tell him what she thought and what she did with no problems. And this "new deal" had made their bond grow even deeper. Life was going well for them. The baby was due in more or less three months, she was healthy as could be and they both were very happy. Ludwig had sent his brother a letter, announcing that he would become an uncle in a few months. He had replied "Though I'm happy that you're having a brat, I hope it takes after me. No offence, but I'm way prettier than you. At least he or she's gonna get an awesome uncle!". Feli had sent her granddad and brother two separate letters announcing the good news, and she had received two very different answers.

Her grandfather had wrote that he was so very happy about having a new grandchild, that he hoped Ludwig was taking good care of her, that he would visit as soon as he got the chance and that her poor mom would have been beyond herself with happiness. Her brother however wrote "though I'm very happy about being an uncle, I am going to get myself a machine gun, run all the way to Germany and scatter that fucking potato bastard's balls all over the place."

She still laughed about that letter. Her big brother Lovino was never very fond of Ludwig anyway, and not only because he was a nazi soldier.

Scratch that, he hated his guts for "taking his sweet, naive little sister's innocence". Little did he know that it was in fact her who had been doing the deflowering. Poor Lovi – had he known, he would have had a stroke.

Feli snapped out of her musings when she heard Ludwig's voice announcing that he was home. She went to the door, took off his jacket and asked him how was work. She noticed that something was wrong when he didn't answer.

"Ludwig? What's the matter?"

Ludwig threw himself on the couch. He undid the first two buttons of his shirt and let his head fall on the backrest. He brought his right arm over his eyes, as if to shut out the light from his vision.

Feli was now sure that something was off.

She sat down beside him, resting her head against his shoulder and petting him on the chest.

"What's wrong, Ludwig?"

Ludwig groaned before answering.

"They are tightening security. They are making extra patrolling rounds starting tonight. It's a matter of days before one of us will get caught. And the Brits are plotting something. And the price of bread will go up again. And the rations are going to be cut again. And I think that fucking private Weil is not as dumb as I wished he were."

Feli knew that Ludwig never whined unless he had a reason. And what he was saying sounded serious. But she tried to comfort him nonetheless.

"Come on, now. You are the one in charge of security, so you just tell us when we can sneak out at night without getting caught, and we'll do it. The Brits are always plotting something, anyway. And as for the price of bread and the rations... it's not your fault. We will get by, don't worry. And Weil... just be careful around him. You're smart, you'll figure it out, I'm sure!"

Ludwig looked at her. How come Feli could always make his worries sound less frightening? Everytime he could not spot a solution, he just needed to talk things over with her and he would realize that he had at least two or three options that he did not even consider by himself. He often wondered if she had always been like that or if she had to learn the hard way.

He smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders. Feli snuggled closer to him, a content smile gracing her features. He brushed his lips on her hair.

"And how was your day?" he asked.

"The usual... Elizaveta came over, we talked about things, the kid kicked pretty much non – stop all day, I cooked, cleaned, painted..."

She snuggled closer to him. "And now I'm kinda tired."

Ludwig tightened the grip around her shoulders a bit and asked her if she felt like taking a nap before dinner. She didn't even reply before closing her eyes. Then her eyes flew open and she said happily "Hey, the baby's kicking! Wanna feel it?"

Ludwig blushed a bit and put his left hand on her belly. He still felt somewhat shy about feeling the baby kick, but he loved it.

"No, not there... here..." she said while getting Ludwig's hand in her own and moving it to where she had felt the movement. They stayed like that a long time, or maybe very short, their hands entwined over the baby bump, just enoying each other's company. And the baby's, of course.

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