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Pregnant?

He was going to be a father?

All his thoughts flooded his mouth and he could not utter a word. He knew he should, to save Christine's sanity, but he couldn't.

"I'll j-just go then, Erik." Christine spoke quietly; tearfully. "You know though Erik, I thought that this was what you wanted," her voice had turned harsh. "I would have thought that through everything we've been through, the least you could do is accept this tiny being that was created out of love...our love." She felt tears flooding over her face and went and took Erik's hand and placed it over her chest. "Erik, I love you, and I'm sorry this is not what you want."

Erik was overwhelmed by her mood swings and found himself laughing at the situation they were in.

"Oh my dear, sweet, Christine. Of course I want our child. I just simply wasn't expecting one so soon. I love you too, sweetheart. I don't think I could ever be without you."

Christine embraced him, kissing his shoulder as she cried. "I'm sorry. I've been an idiot believing you wouldn't want our child."

Instead of replying, Erik slowly slid to his knees, placing his cheek to her stomach. "I'm scared Christine, I won't lie. What if I am a terrible father? What if it doesn't accept my face?"

Instead of replying Christine knelt beside him and hugged him, words of reassurance would happen later; he simply needed her love right now.

"I'm sorry," He gasped, and she felt his tears soak through her top, "I'm so, so sorry. I will never deserve you."

"It's going to be ok, Erik." She softly whispered. "It's going to be ok."

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"Rough night?" Asked meg as she watched Christine storm into her home.

"Don't," Christine muttered as she flung her bag to the floor, "get me started."

"What's happened?"

"Erik had like a mini panic attack." Christine said, sitting down opposite meg and picking up an apple. "I told him, and he started sobbing." She lifted her eyes from her apple to see Megs expression before adding hastily, "it was good tears. He just kept going on about his face and if the baby had it, then he was just apologising on repeat. Honestly Meg, I didn't know what to do! He went and had a shower and then came back his old, usual self. He's being so protective of me, though. It's bugging me, and to think I've got another eight months to go."

"Tell me about it! I can't wait for this lil sucker to pop out. He's really bugging me. But seriously, you shouldn't worry about Erik. He's probably just worried about you. I mean, you're so tiny and-"

"-I'm bigger than you!" Christine interjected, hurt.

"Maybe you just need to forgive him. I know you Christine, and I know you have got a grudge against him, for some reason. Now, whatever wrong he may have done, he loves you. Please remember that! You can be so insightful sometimes. Just forgive. Bitterness is a curved blade...and it makes you ugly." She leant back in her chair while she reflected and rubbed her stomach. "He's being a nightmare today."

"He?"

"I don't know, it feels like a he, today."

Christine didn't reply, only took a bite of her apple.

"Christine?" Meg asked, a crease appearing between her brows. "I was wondering if you've heard from Patrick recently."

Oh god! How could she have forgotten! She hadn't seen Patrick for almost over a month.

"Um, no. I don't think he's employed under Erik anymore, either. I'll ask Erik about him when I get home."

"Okay," Meg said sipping her green tea, "he just hasn't been answering my calls or texts."

"Why? Do you wanna see him or something?" Christine asked, genuinely surprised.

"No. I just feel like I need answers. Why would he stand me up like that?"

"I dunno, Meg. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow for your scan, right? Bye!"

And with a new hope in her heart, Christine left Megs home with a new found peace within her body - especially her womb.