I would like to say I couldn't wait for this moment in my life. I'd be lying if I did. Whenever I would pick up a book to read my thoughts were lost in far of places. Don't get me wrong, I am filled with happiness. Happiness that comes at a price.

I don't feel like myself. I'm irritable and grouchy and just the other day I surprised Gaston and myself, with my temper. In my defense he should not have dipped his fingers into the batter for the biscuits after he just came back from hunting. But mood swings is not just where it ends.

I feel absolutely horrible. I have never felt so nauseated and sick in my entire life. I half to rid my stomach at every waking moment. To make it worst I can't eat any of my favorite foods! I get sick of the smell and Harriet just keeps giving me bread and ginger biscuits. Life isn't fair.

I love the life inside of me and I cant wait to be introduced to him or her. But I'm cranky.

Especially since I can't eat anything besides the biscuits Harriet made for breakfast. I stare jealously over at Gaston who piles food onto his plate. He looks up at me and sucks the supple t juices from his fingers.

"You sure don't seem all that hungry," he says gesturing to my barely filled plate that contains two biscuits. Stupid Biscuits!

"Yes, well when its the only thing I can manage to keep down, I should not overfill my stomach since its already full no thanks you! " I snap at him.

He stops mid chew and glares at me. Not seeming one bit pleased about my outburst.

"Stop being such a shrew Belle. You're going to curdle milk with that foul mood of yours."

I scowl at him while nibbling on a busicutt. Shrew? Curdle milk!? "You oaf! How dare you? I am your wife and you have no right to talk to me with such disrespect." I say with conviction and on the verge of tears.

Without any warning he slams his fist down on the table causing me to flinch. "That's enough!" He yells.

Also startled by his outburst Harriet scatters the room leaving me to deal with Gaston all on my own.

"I have every right to treat you that way! You are my wife! You are the one who has no right to treat me with such disrespect! You should be thrilled a man like me would want to marry a shrew like you! If I didn't come along you would have been a working girl at the brothel several towns over because nobody would want you."

My anger vanishes and I'm filled with fear. I start crying. I know i'm very irritable and sometimes go overboard but I never thought he would lose his temper like that. When I get like this he usually takes it in stride. I believed we were making progress with his temper. Clearly not. I refuse to acknowledge it as my fault though.

"STOP YOUR CRYING FOR CHRIST SAKE. YOU'RE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!"

He finishes and begins digging into his plate again.

As if it could get any worse it clearly would. I have never had someone raise their voice that loudly at me. Including Gaston. I felt fear radiate through my salt in my tears sting my eyes as my sobbing turns into hysterics. My emotions are everywhere. Am I really that bad? I only wanted some damn eggs and a slice of bacon. The man had four slices of bacon. FOUR! That's just greedy. Nobody needs that much bacon. The longer I watch and cry the more aggravated he seems to get. But he doesn't say anything.

I then see him picking up a piece of bacon that I had just previously desired and my stomach rolls with the stench of the grease and I run from the room trying not to cover it with the contents of my stomach.

Luckily Harriet keeps empty buckets near by and I clear them out into the bucket. I can't help the heaving and the dry heaving mixed with tears afterwards. I hear a chair scrape across the floor and footsteps and try to pull myself away from the hands trying to hold back my hair.

"No! Leave me alone!" I sob pushing his hands away.

I hear him sigh and watch I him sit down on the ground and pull me into him.

"Are you deaf! Let me go!" I yell at him no longer crying and try to pry myself away from him.

He holds me tighter and start to beat his chest. "How dare you, you conceited man! I'm sick and tired all the time! Damn it! I'm hungry too! But all I can eat are those bloody biscuits while you stuff your face with eggs, bacon and other stuff while I just sit there and watch! I'm tired!" I argue exhausted from hitting him.

"I just so tired.." I whine and sag into him.

He squeezes me tighter. "Are you finished?"

To tired to say anything I just nod.

"Good," he breathes. "You need to calm down."

I go to object but he cuts me off. "Enough. Its not good for you, and its not good for the baby either."

Stupid hormones. I couldn't help that wave of guilt that consumes me. I potentially harmed my child. What kind of mother am I?

I place my hand on my tiny bump. "I'm so sorry," I sob.

I feel Gaston shift his arm and he places his large hand over mine protectively on my bump. "Its alright Belle.. Harriet said you not being able to eat much is only temporary."

I sigh no longer crying, "I know."

He then holds my hand on my stomach and start caressing the bump with both our hands.

"And, I'm sorry as well. I should not of said the things that I did. I half to watch my temper."

I snuggle into his chest and calm down. "Its quite alright. but I was not talking to you when I said I was sorry. But I do accept your apology though." I say smiling up at him.

He looks down at me and just shakes his head and chuckles softly, "I'm glad you do wife."

I sigh contented when he leans down and presses a soft lingering kiss on my forehead.

"Now, why don't we try feeding your eggs or toast in small portions? That way I can have my Belle back and less grumpy?" He suggests.

I laugh and nod my head, "That sounds good. Although, I can't make any promises with be being sane again."