I know all of you are wondering how in the world Catherine's pregnant. This will explain why!

Happy Mother's Day!

Catherine's Point of View

Thomas came back around the corner of the deck, looking pale and disturbed. Shock flickered in his dark hazel eyes, I noticed, as he got closer. I wondered what Madeliene told-or DID-to him.

"What happened?" I asked as he stopped beside me.

"We need to go back to your cabin," He said, not even answering my question. He reached out and grabbed my hand.

"What? Why?" I questioned, bewhildered. My stomach jolted with pain and I winced.

"That's why." Then he dragged me back inside.

Thomas led me through the maze of corridors back to our cabin. I kept asking him about what was going on, but he wouldn't answer. The walk back seemed a lot longer, mostly because I was terrified.

When we arrived at the front of my cabin, he opened the door and gestured frantically for me to go inside. But I hung back warily, hovering just a few feet back, eyeing Thomas cautiously.

He saw me watching him and he mustered up a tiny reassuring smile. "I won't hurt you, love," He promised, his voice soft.

I nodded and walked into my cabin. Sitting down on my bed, I watched Thomas as he walked over and sat down in a chair across from me.

"What is it, Thomas?" I asked again.

This time he responded. "Catherine..." He began, but stopped. He ran a finger through his slightly graying dark hair. "Catherine..." Thomas started up again, but trailed off and stared at the ground.

"Thomas, for God's sake tell me!" I was growing annoyed and slightly worried.

"You're..." Why couldn't he just spit it out?"

"Jesus Christ, tell me!" I practically shouted.

Thomas looked at me, alarmed. "You're pregnant," He blurted, then looked down at the ground again.

He probably expected me to be shocked, surprised, angry even. But I wasn't.

"I...I think I already know that," I told him softly. He looked up at me, his dark hazel eyes ripe with surprise. I launched into an explanation. "I had a relationship with a young man named Connor. We broke it off a few days before I met you. I knew it wouldn't work, so I wasn't that upset. But before we seperated, we...we had sex."

Thomas looked slightly relieved. "So, I'm not the father?"

"I honestly don't know," I admitted. "All I do know now is that I understand why I began vomiting about a week before Titanic set sail every morning. But it's gone away now. For the most part. And my menstration stopped."

"But you don't know?" He pressed, growing pale.

I shook my head. "I think the father is Connor, but you might've contributed. We did make love, after all. And those men from the shipyard down in Third Class..."

His face had gone white. "So this child...has what? Nine fathers?"

I shrugged. "I'm not a doctor, Thomas. I have no idea."

Thomas buried his face in his hands. "This is terrible," He moaned. "A scandal! What will the others think?"

"They don't, and won't, know," I told him.

"Madeliene does!" He exclaimed. I could see the fear glittering in his eyes.

"But I trust her. She's the only one. And she might not be right, you know, in her view. It could just be her intuition," I suggested.

"But it isn't!" He cried. "You are pregnant! And it, most likely, is somehow connected to me! If Ismay finds out..oh, God, what about press-"

"This isn't big enough of a deal to even make the last page of the paper," I argued.

"The others, they won't let us hear the end of this is they find out! I'll be ruined-"

I cut him off, my body growing hot with anger. "You'll be ruined? What about me? I'm the one who's pregnant!"

"And I'm the one who's well-known!" He retorted. Clearly worry and shock was forcing him into this rude, unusual manner. But that was an insult, and Thomas never insulted me.

"I thought you loved me enough to help me through this!" I yelled. "Not go and rant about how you'll be ruined! The world hardly knows about you! All they know about is Ismay and how grand this ship is! Do you think half of them give a damn about who designed it and how many rivets are holding it together? No, Thomas! No! They don't! And neither do I!" Tears were sliding down my face now.

I didn't mean to say those last four words. Not even the slightest bit. But Thomas was being selfish. He needed to know how much he was hurting me right now, even if it forced me to act horrible and cruel towards him.

Thomas looked like I had just blown the Titanic up right in front of him. And that would mean, he looked greif-stricken. Upset. Angry, a bit, and shocked. But again, the worry and the shock of it all was taking it toll on him. "I-I have a repuation to protect," He countered, stammering slightly.

"And I have a child to protect, Thomas!" I screamed through sobs. "So if you won't even help me, if you won't even care, then get out! Leave!" I pointed to the door. He stood frozen in place. "GET OUT!" Inever knew my voice could be so powerful.

Thomas nodded and blinked rapidly several times, holding back tears. He got up and left without another word, leaving me to cry.

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