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Toulouse sat back down and stared his friends. Christian had his hand around Satine's waist and her hand was on her usually flat stomach. "Pumpkin, are my eyes deceiving me?" asked Zidler, indicating her tummy. "No, you are correct", she smiled. Their friends crowded around them, congratulating the happy couple.

"I think we need something to celebrate with!" said Christian, disappearing into the dining room and coming back with a bottle of champagne. The group toasted to their future and downed the glasses. Apart from Satine, she just had apple juice.

"How did you find us?" asked Christian. "We know the owner of a pub nearby, The Bohemian Traveller, and she told us where you live. She said you were one of their most faithful customers, Christian", said Satie, taking another sip of champagne.

"Yes, that is the pub my best friend used to own", said Christian, while Satine squeezed his arm sympathetically.

"Shall we move into the lounge?" suggested Satine. "Yes, that would be nice," said Marie. They all went through, apart from Satine, who quickly rushed to the toilet. She clutched onto her stomach, and threw up her breakfast.

She leaned against the wall and gasped for air. Once she had recovered, she washed her face, reapplied her fading make-up, and walked through to the lounge, where Toulouse and Christian were in deep conversation.

"Where are you staying, Marie?" she asked, sitting down next to her good friend. "In a hotel about 10 minutes away from here", she answered, "Sorry to bring this up, but have you heard anything from the Duke? He left Montemart in a furious temper when he found out you were here" she asked, her face full of worry.

"Oh! You didn't hear? He was run over after starting a fight with Christian! Christian fought back and the duke ended up on the road, where he was hit." "Really! Oh, what a horrible way to die. Even the Duke didn't deserve that"

"Yes, but there was nothing anyone could do", said Satine, staring over at Christian, who was telling Toulouse and the Argentinean about the Dukes death. She smiled at the surprised look on their faces when he finished.

There was silence for a minute before Harold changed the subject. "When is the wedding, my dear?" he asked Satine. "When Christian publishes his next book, come to think of it, when will you finish it dear?" she said to Christian, who was staring lovingly into her eyes.

"It is finished, I am going into town tomorrow to get it published," he announced to the whole group. "That's wonderful!" said Satie, "So we must get busy, we have so much to do!" the group agreed and started to chatter about the decorations and music. They moved into the dining room later and ate a delicious dinner cooked by Marie. When they were all stuffed, their friends bid them goodnight and left for their hotel.

While Christian cleaned up the kitchen, Satine felt a sudden urge to rush to the toilet again. When she got there she leaned over the toilet threw up her dinner. She though this was just something to do with the baby growing so she wasn't worried about it.

That night, a sudden pain in her side woke Satine up. She quietly tiptoed through to the bathroom and locked the door. Then she sat down on the side of the bath and clutched her stomach tightly. Then she felt something wet underneath her. She quickly got up and realised she was bleeding down below.

She felt another sharp pain in her side as she reached for the toilet roll to clean her self up. She doubled up, knocking a vase full of lilies over, sending it crashing down onto the tiled floor.

Christian awoke to a loud crash, coming from the bathroom, where a small slither of light was coming out from under the door. He turned over to find Satine wasn't there. He quickly got out of bed and hurried over to the bathroom, where he heard crying.

"Satine!" he cried, "Satine! Are you in there?" the crying stopped. "Yes! Don't worry, everything's fine, I'll be back to bed in a minute" she called out. "I know something is wrong. Please let me in" he called through the door.

The lock clicked undone and the door opened to reveal Satine standing naked, holding her stomach. He rushed over to her and put his strong protective arms around her shaking, frail body.

"What's wrong? Where is your nightdress?" he asked. He spotted a bit of pink satin hanging out of the laundry basket. He lifted the lid and pulled out Satine's blood-soaked Nightgown.

"What happened? Have you hurt yourself?" he asked. But then he noticed where the bloodstain was on the nightgown. "Oh no..." he said, looking over to Satine, who was sobbing.

"Christian", she said through tears, "something is wrong"

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