Seeing her at the window gave Hugo a false hope that she would be willing to come back to him. He did threaten to slit her throat, but it was not something that he intended on doing. She was, after everything, the mother of his only child and the only love in his life. All Hugo wanted to do was kidnap the Landas, send Hans off to the Americans, and run away with Sophie. Hans would be tried and executed for being a criminal and Sophie would live out her days with him and their family. He would finally have what he most desired—vengeance and a beautiful woman to call his wife.

Hugo had stalked the Landas for the last three months; each and every month in his passing, he could only watch as Sophie's belly grew larger and larger. Every day, he waited until Hans was out of the house before he stepped out of his hiding spot. Sophie would find him and the two of them would stare at each other for what seemed to be hours before she stepped away and began her day. Today, however, Hugo made a bold move by waiting until Hans was completely out of the house before he crossed the street.

As he rang the doorbell, the butterflies in his stomach created a wave of anxiety for him before the door opened. Hugo held his breath as he didn't know what awaited him.

Sophie

After her daily exchange with Hugo, Sophie decided that it would be best if she rested a while before Hans came to pick her up for the Annual Officer's Spring Luncheon. She had gotten dressed in her dark, rose pink maternity dress, and laid down on her bed. The mother-to-be started to drift off to sleep before she heard the doorbell ring. Feeling curious, she swung her legs over the large wooden frame of the bed and stood up.

Sophie had been alone since Hans had the last maid fired. The doorbell sang again before she waddled her way down the stairs and at the door. She pressed her head against the door and questioned who was outside; when there was no response, Sophie cracked the door open slightly. Seeing Hugo standing there, in broad daylight, made her heart skip a beat. She composed herself before opening the door fully.

The two stared at each other before he placed a callused hand over her cheek. Sophie closed her eyes and inhaled, hoping to keep this moment a private memory for her mind. As she opened her eyes again, Hugo's silence only wanted to make her want him even more. His hand traveled down her neck, over her swollen breast, and finally onto the growing belly that Sophie had been burdened to carry. He glanced a moment below before he caught her eyes again. Then, without thinking, Hugo leaned in and placed a kiss on Sophie's lips. As his chapped lips caressed hers, Sophie let out a whimper as they pulled apart from each other.

"When it's time, I'll come back for you and I'll come back for my child."

Without another word, Hugo stepped away from the door, popped his collar, and walked down the street in a rushed pace. Sophie, still standing at the door, placed her fingers over her lips and let out a sigh; her body yearned for his touch as it remembered every curve and scar that lingered on his chiseled physique. She closed the front door, her cheeks pink, and the heart of femininity grew slick as she continued to remember their time together. The pregnant wife of Hans Landa let out a sigh of wanting before she climbed back upstairs to her bedroom.

Hans

The colonel sat in the car and shook in rage. He had his driver swing by his apartment a few hours earlier than scheduled because he wanted to surprise Sophie by driving past the flowers that were freshly blooming at the Louvre. As the driver pulled up to the apartment building, Hans witnessed Hugo Stiglitz force his lustful will upon his beloved Sophie. The way the man placed his hands all over his wife, trailing his fingers up and down her body like she was a cheap whore created a rage big enough to kill all three of them—Stiglitz, Sophie, and the baby. He continued to witness the ordeal as Hugo showed a peaked interest in Sophie's growing belly.

This created a deep seeded jealousy and rage within Landa; no matter what Sophie could say in order to reassure Hans that this child was in fact his, he would no longer believe her. Hugo and Sophie had bonded during her time as his prisoner and Hans had grown sick with anger watching how Sophie fawned over the young sergeant.

Hans took a deep breath and insisted for his driver to drive around the block before he went to retrieve Sophie. When he reached his building, Hans could not get the image of the two of them together. It created a strange lust and a dominate hunger among the colonel and his emotions. He exited his vehicle and made his way into the apartment. Feeling controlled by his feelings, the colonel entered his flat with determination to show his wife who she truly belonged to.

Sophie

Sophie had taken a seat in her foyer; her brain was racked with confusion. As her thoughts continued to bloom into a wild fire of desire, they stopped as she heard footsteps come up the stairs; her heart raced like a wild stallion in an open field. As the front door of her flat swung open, she was relieved to see Hans. She smiled at him but her smile quickly turned into a look of concern as he closed the door behind him and locked it. Hans took a deep breath before turning his heel and facing her.

"Hello darling." He purred "How has your day been?"

Hans, expecting her to lie to him, was surprised by her answer.

"Honestly, it was very nerve racking. The man who took me…he's here in Paris."

Sophie gave him a genuine look of fear as she sunk into her chair. Hans was starting to mellow out before he continued to interrogate her.

"Oh my poor, sweet wife! Did he harm you?" He rushed over to her side and kneeled beside her.

Sophie, who had already lived in fear for her life, allowed a few tears roll down her cheeks as she leaned in and hugged him.

"I'm safe, love, I promise. I just cannot vouch for my sanity."

Hans was torn; he wanted to keep interrogating her, but she seemed fearful enough to be truthful to him. It was in this moment where he leaned towards her and caught her lips with his own. Their tongues danced wildly against each other, Hans's hand found Sophie's breast. He continued to fondle her before she let out soft moans of pleasure.

He immediately felt the groin of his pants tighten. Pulling away from her, Hans stood up and took a few deep breaths. Whatever rage or anger he had within him turned into an immense feeling of lust and desire. He needed to subdue his animal nature and needed to focus on the task at hand—he needed to get whatever information he needed from her in order for the guaranteed capture of Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz.

Without thinking, Hans reached down and grabbed Sophie by the wrists. He pulled her up with force and yanked her into an embrace. His lips found hers again, but this time he was more aggressive. Sophie squirmed beneath him, feeling pained by his sudden urges.

"Hans, stop it! You're hurting me!"

He ignored her and dragged her into their bedroom. Sophie's heart raced as her greatest fear was coming true. Hans had walked her towards the edge of their bed and forced her to sit down. Sophie started to shake as she looked up at Hans. Her lips quivered, the baby in her belly swarmed around as its mother's heart raced. Hans took a few steps closer to Sophie, the fear and anxiety built up in her throat and for a moment, Sophie was mute.

She brought her hands up, shielding her face and belly and she started to scoot back and soon she was on her back like a helpless turtle. Hans smirked as he climbed on top of her. He then lay next to her, drawing circles around her pretty, pale skin. Hans was still smiling when he leaned in and kissed her.

"Now, Sophie, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't think I'll ever let you out of my sight again."