Hi there here is the next chapter. It took ime to write It and I fear it will stay this way in the next 2 weeks because of my work. I hope you will unterstand.well then have fun
Quasimodo looked at me and saw how angry I was.
"You shouldn't talk to her this way.", he said.
"I doesn't matter. Lets go.", I said.
"Where?"
"Back to your Time. I have no place here. I always felt that. But now I know why.", I said.
"Are you sure?", Quasimodo asked.
"Yes I am."
I took Quasimodos Hand and we returned to Notre Dame through a Backdoor. We're going carefully through the Shadow to the stairs who lead to the bell tower. As we took the first stair the bright light hit us as before and as that happened I felt strange. So weak as I collaps in every moment. I began to vary. Quasimodo hold me and asked: " what's wrong?"
"I don't know. I feel so dizzy.", I said.
At the next instant Esmeralda stood in front of us and looked so concerned too.
"There you are! Thank the heavens! Where have you been?", she cried.
"What do you mean?", Quasimodo asked.
"You be been vanished for almost 3 months. Without a word. We where so worried about you!", Esmeralda said.
"What?", I gasped and sat on a step.
"How can this be possible?", Quasimodo said.
"It doesn't matter you're back and I am so happy about it. And something else.", Esmeralda said and caressed her stomach. It was a bit bigger then I could recall.
"What?", Quasimodo asked.
"I'm pregnant. I was at the doctor and I came here to pray for a healthy Child.", Esmeralda said.
As I heard that I began to think what was wrong with me. Could It be that I'm pregnant too? But before I could get any answers, Quasimodo carried me above the stairs in the Bell tower.
Quasimodo sat me on his bed and than the thought about Esmeralda words.
"How long where we gone? An Hour or two?", he said.
"Maybe." I answered.
"But how could pass here a few months?", Quasimodo asked and I remembered something I read in a book from the Narnia series.
"I heard that in different worlds time could pass different. That means if we where an hour or two in my time, here can pass a few months. It could be not impossible.", I said and felt suddenly very sick and I puked.
Quasimodo came to me and was very worried about me.
"I'll get the doctor.", Quasimodo said and left in a hurry. A bit later I heard a strange voice gasping: "Dear lord I never thought there where so many stairs...", then I saw the doctor coming next to me.
"Quasimodo would you wait outside please?", I asked.
"What? O-okay.", he said and leaved.
Then I tell the Doctor about my guess. So the Doctor wanted a urine sample from me. I did what he asked and then he did something wich let me feel more sick. He tasted my urine and then he wanted me to stood up and undress my trousers and underwear. Then I should stand with one feet at the Bed. The other at the ground. The Doctor kneeled before me and tried to feel for the Child in my Stomach as he put two fingers inside of me. I gasped loudly as he did this. Then he stood up and the Checkup ended.
"Well congratulations. You're right.", the doctor said and I smiled.
"Who is the father?", he asked he wanted to gratulate him too.
"The one who brought you here.", I said happy.
"The Hunchback?!"
"Don't call him like that! I hate this word.", I said angry.
"Sorry.", the doctor said. "I will come next month again to check you both."
Then the doctor leaved. After that, Quasimodo returned and asked: "And? What's wrong?"
"Nothing.", I said, smiling at him, "oh Quasimodo I have such a wonderful massage for you. I'm pregnant."
Quasimodo looked at me, shocked. I didn't expect this kind of reaction and asked: "What's the matter?"
"No... We where too careless.", he said lost in thought.
"What do you mean?"
"Regina, stop it. Don't treat me as I'm like any other man. You know how I look. What if the Child looks the same? I don't want to have anyone the life I had."
"But everything is different now. The people accepting you. I don't care, even if our child looks like you. Its just a reason to love it more."
Quasimodo rumbled and leaved me. I sat on the bed and cried. I thought he would be happy. But he looked so disgussed about my massage. And I began to doubt If it was such a good Idea to stay here in this world where child mortality rate was so high...
