The next morning arrived with Hans still lying in bed. As his eyes opened, one at a time, he noticed that Sophie was no longer lying next to him. He grew concerned for a moment and sat up; before he could indulge in his instincts of calling Dieter, he looked at the floor to find Sophie's reception dress on the floor alongside her stockings and her veil. Hans slid out of the bed and followed the trail of clothing that his wife had left for him. The bathroom door was cracked open; he pushed it all the way open to find his wife, topless, and curled next to the toilet.

He smirked and made his way over towards where she was and sat next to her. The motion of him sitting made Sophie wake up and pick her head up. She let out a small groan of discomfort before she crawled over to her husband and placed her head on his lap.

Hans placed his hand on her head and started to stroke her soft curls. He then reached over his shoulder to turn on the faucets of the tub with his free hand. The steam of the water started to rise as the tub filled. Without any further speech, Hans slid Sophie's knickers off of her and repositioned himself to lift her up. He placed her into the tub of warm water and stuck a towel behind her neck and head for support. With another soft smile, Hans leaned in and kissed his wife.

"I'll be right back, my dear. Relax here. I will order us some breakfast."

Sophie gave her husband a smile and tried to nod. "Thank you, darling."

Using her toes, she turned off the water. She sunk further into the tub and sighed. What happened last night? She caught one glimpse of Amon Goeth and her feelings for her husband disappeared. Sophie also let out another sigh; Amon was going to have a baby with a woman who was emotionally mature to handle their relationship. Sophie played with the water for a little bit longer before submerging her entire head. Her head was killing her—at least the bath was helping her headache. She sat back up, the warm water running down her face to find Hans standing near her with a tray.

He smiled at her and placed the tray at the bathtub's edge.

"Feeling better?"

Sophie smiled and nodded. Eyeing her breakfast, she was disappointed to only find two slices of buttered toast and a cup of black coffee on the tray.

"Isn't there anything else to eat?"

Hans chuckled "And what? You throw it up afterwards? Try and stomach this first and then we will discuss real food afterwards."

Sophie growled at him and reached for a slice of toast. He slapped her hand away and gave her a serious look.

"You're ungrateful."

Sophie rolled her eyes "Thank you, Hans for my toast. It looks wonderful."

Hans took the tray from the edge of the tub, stood up, and chuckled

"You don't get to eat anything with that attitude."

He walked away, leaving his wife sitting in the tub with her jaw dropped. That jerk! Sophie thought to herself. Mustering enough courage, she stood up. The world seemed to be spinning but she managed to reach for a towel and wrap it around herself. As she dried off, she felt nauseous again, but held it in. She had to square this attitude away with her husband. Sophie's steps were uneven and she seemed to be wobbling around but she managed to exit the bathroom.

When she made her way towards the bed, Hans was sitting there, his shirt unbuttoned as if he expected her.

"I didn't get my wedding night…and until I do, you eat toast."

Sophie giggled and leaned against the wall.

"Then toast it is…" she protested.

Hans smirked and patted to the spot next to him on the bed. Sophie giggled and shook her head.

"I can barely stand…"

Hans's face went from playful to serious very quickly. He transitioned the pat to a point.

"I won't ask again, Sophie. Come here and let me have you."

Sophie's smile faded as well. She shook her head again before he stood up and walked towards her. Her heart was pounding out of fright. He wouldn't force her, would he? Sophie's limbs trembled as Hans grasped her wrists in tight grips. Pulling her towards him, he landed a kiss against her lips. As he pulled away, he chuckled.

"You taste like a bar, Sophie…"

His hands found her towel; as they yanked it off of her, the cool, spring breeze brushed against her skin. Hans traced his fingers along her collar bone; he left a trail of kisses before he dropped down to his knees. Her goose bumps hardened at the touch of his finger tips and lips. As he kissed her past her navel, she felt herself become excited. Hans's lips found her throbbing female parts. Sophie let out a moan as her husband's tongue drew a masterpiece against her sensitive parts.

He moaned at the taste of her before slipping a finger between her legs. This time, he squeezed a second finger inside of her tight folds; Sophie braced herself against the wall as this new sensation ripped through her senses like a truck.

Her soft moans began to formulate themselves into harder moans and soft, high-pitched screams. Hans's fingers hooked into a new spot; as they tugged in and out, hooking each sensation his tongue danced against her skin further. Sophie felt the pressure build up from her belly and was afraid that she was going to urinate on her husband.

"Stop..Hans.." she panted in between her moans "I swear, I'm going to explode all over you."

He ignored her, but caught her glimpse with his eyes. Sophie felt a hot stream of liquid pour out of her and literally spray him in the face. Hans pulled back from her with a devilish grin on his face. He then stood up, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her in for a kiss. Sophie tasted herself on his lips and it brought an odd sensation to her. As their kiss broke, Hans leaned in and whispered

"Get on the fucking bed."