Poland, June 1941

Amon Goeth sat at his desk and sipped on his brandy. Anny had lost their child and was battling a terrible childbed fever. With her in the hospital and Sophie not responding to his letters, Goeth's stress levels skyrocketed to new areas. He already was an ill-tempered individual with little to no patience; however, Sophie not returning his letters was unacceptable.

He had recently spoken to Oskar Schindler in regards to her non-responsive ways and the man just shrugged and insisted that Goeth move on from his feelings. The captain was not a robot; he could not turn off his feelings unless it was towards the vermin that he was in charge of overseeing. With a hardened sigh, Goeth finished his brandy. His thoughts danced around the last time he had seen Sophie; it was at her wedding and she looked wonderful. How he wanted her to be his wife and how he wanted to give her the wedding she wanted. His thoughts pondered to whether or not Landa was treating the girl right; Hans was already married to his duties as 'The Jew Hunter' and did not seem to have the urge of becoming a family man.

The rumors of Landa's infidelity had reached his ears all the way in Poland; he couldn't imagine how or what Sophie was feeling. She was naïve, but not stupid. Goeth poured himself another glass before a gentle rapping on his office door intruded his train of thought.

"Come in…"

A familiar husky voice chuckled as the door opened "Don't mind if I do."

Oskar Schindler entered his office with a grin. "I need to discuss an important issue with you, Amon."

The captain smirked "Please, take a seat and pour yourself a glass. What would you like to discuss?"

Schindler entered and closed the door behind him. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he trudged over towards the great desk against Amon Goeth and cleared his throat.

"It's not what, but whom."

The captain cocked a brow. "Go on, Oskar and please, join me for a drink."

Schindler smiled and reached for the decanter full of brandy. As he poured himself a full glass, the two gentlemen exchanged glances before Schindler's face grew grim.

"I'm here to discuss my goddaughter, Sophie."

Northern France, Dairy District

Hans and Sophie Landa finally arrived to their destination in the Northeastern part of France. They had been married now for a little over three months and Sophie was not happy with her marriage. Besides making love and going to expensive dinners, Hans was never home. He seemed to crave her physically rather than emotionally and it made Sophie horribly upset. There were rumors that her husband's loyalties lay with duty and loose women; while she was making their home a livable place to be, Hans was always out and about. Whenever he would come home, he would reek of cigar smoke and whiskey. It bothered her tremendously, but she continued to allow him to act the way he wanted.

The car pulled up to a small cottage on the Northeastern portion of the dairy district. It was a humble abode where they could spend their much delayed honeymoon. Sophie had not been feeling very well for the last few days. She grew to be nauseous and would be overwhelmed with fatigue. During their drive, Sophie had fallen asleep on Hans's lap, trying her best not to vomit all over him.

As the chauffer started to unload all of the Landas' belongings, Hans gently shook his resting bride awake.

"Sophie…we are here." He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

Her eyes opened one at a time; she felt really groggy and cranky, but sat up to be pleasantly surprised at the scenery. Hans helped her sit up before exiting the vehicle. With a smile, Sophie opened her car door and the chauffer had helped her out. She nodded and thanked the driver before taking in a breath of fresh air.

"Oh, Hans…this is beautiful."

Her hand found the crook of her husband's arm before she felt the nausea approach her. Sophie placed a hand over her mouth, gagged, and stopped in her tracks. Hans inspected her before he smirked.

"And how long has this been going on?"

Sophie composed herself before straightening herself out. "I've been sick for almost a week; you would have noticed if you were home."

She side-eyed her husband before blushing; this was the first time that she had given him any sass, but it was a well-deserved attitude. Hans bit down on his lower lip and ignored her snide remark. He escorted her into the cottage and helped her sit on the couch.

Sitting next to her, he smiled and brought her hand to his lips.

"Allow me, darling, to find you a physician. Perhaps he can run some tests while you rest? We've had a very long journey."

Sophie stretched herself out on the couch, forcing him off of his seat. "Perhaps I'm pregnant."

Hans's face dropped and his tone grew firm "That is a terrible thing to say. You know that my condition will not…"

Sophie propped herself up with her elbows "Oh please, Hans. You've made it your business to have sex with me every single night for the last few months. It only makes sense."

Hans stayed silent for a moment before standing up and adjusting his tie.

"Nonetheless, I will fetch the physician. Get some rest, Sophie. We have a buggy ride in a few hours and then we will go to dinner."

Sophie raised her eyebrow "Buggy ride? Have we turned back time?"

Hans sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "When did you decide that this was a good time to show me how much of a spoiled brat you are?"

Sophie got upset at his remark and swung her legs over the couch. Without speaking to him, she walked past him and made her ways upstairs. Hans sprung up to his feet and followed her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to my room and I'm getting away from you." Her voice echoed along the hallway of the small staircase.

"Your room? Don't you mean our room?" Hans was at the bottom of the staircase.

He admired her plump, rounded behind from where he stood. His wife turned to face him and folded her arms across her chest.

"No, I mean my room. We have four bedrooms here. I take one and you take one. I don't want to talk to you and I don't want to see you."

Hans was trying his best to be patient with her, given that she may or may not be pregnant. Her attitude and sudden short temper indicated that she may in fact have a hormone spike.

"You're being a bitch, Sophie."

She huffed and turned her heal, leaving a chuckling Hans at the bottom of the staircase. Her attitude confirmed that she was indeed pregnant and if so, his ploy worked and he was extremely happy about it. The physician in Austria had confirmed that he had a low count, meaning that if he could find one woman and have continuous sex with her, she could eventually have his children. Hans could not be happier; his young wife was pregnant and once a son was delivered to him, his plan would soon take over.