Chapter 9 - A Happy Discovery
Maria awoke from her peaceful slumber and blinked her eyes against the soft light of dawn. Feeling Georg's eyes on her, she turned her head to look at him. He was propped up on one elbow and was looking at her lovingly.
"I could just look at you for hours," he confessed.
Maria smiled and turned onto her side, so that they were facing. "I think you can do more than that," she said huskily, sliding an arm around his waist, pulling herself close to him.
The feeling of skin on skin caused a low grunt to escape from Georg's throat. Surprised at how much fire Maria could evoke in him in a few seconds, he kissed her hungrily, glad that she had proven to be just as passionate as him.
She kissed him back eagerly and let her hand travel up and down his spine. Little sparks of electricity seemed to jump all over his skin at her sensual touch. Georg let his kisses drift along her jaw, down her neck, all the way to her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his lips. Maria tilted her head backwards, eyes closed with pleasure, as she let his caresses come over her, carrying her into another world.
***
"Shouldn't we get up," Maria asked lazily, while snuggling even closer to Georg.
"I guess so," was Georg's reply, also hugging Maria tighter to him.
They both sighed contentedly, neither making an actual attempt to get out of bed.
"We could order room service," Georg suggested, a mischievous grin on his face. "At least, I assume you're hungry.. .. I seem to have that effect on you."
Maria smiled into his shoulder. "Well, for a change, I'm not, actually. But you can order some breakfast for yourself, if you want."
"You mean I have finally managed to satisfy your appetite, my love?" Georg quipped.
"Mmm.. ..Only for the moment, I'd say," Maria answered, placing playful kiss on his jaw, which she could just reach without having to untangle herself from his arms.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Georg looked down at his wife in his arms, burying his nose in her hair. It smelled of vanilla.
"No, really. My stomach feels a bit funny," she answered.
Georg pulled a frown into his forehead at this answer. For the past few days, ever since they came back from the picnic trip actually, Maria had not shown any signs of her usual healthy appetite. At first he thought maybe she'd caught a cold in the thunderstorm, but apart from not eating very much, she seemed completely fine.
The remark from Count von Wittelsbach echoed in his head. A new child .. .. He had told him that his wife was not expecting, but maybe, he'd been wrong?
"Maria," he asked, shifting her head to the pillow carefully so he could turn onto his side.
She looked at him questioningly, wondering why he suddenly had such a serious expression.
"Darling, when are you supposed to get your period?"
Her cheeks coloured a bit at his question. She was not used to discussing such private matters with anyone, but he was bound to notice anyway, she realised. She thought for a second, hardly aware of even what day of the week it was, because of their surroundings.
"Well, about two or three days ago, actually. Why?" But as she said 'why' he saw understanding dawning on her.
"Do you think I'm.. .. I mean.. .. that we are.. .. " she stuttered, not really daring to say the words.
He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her gently. "I'm not sure, of course", he said, "but I think you might be expecting, yes. You've been feeling faint, you haven't been eating much.. .. The signs are there." He smiled at her.
Surprise, happiness and shock fought for control over Maria's face, and Georg grinned at her quickly changing expressions. Finally, she seemed to settle halfway between happiness and shock.
"Of course, you should see a doctor if we want to be sure," Georg suggested.
Maria nodded fiercely. Georg pulled her to him and kissed her again. "I love you," he told her.
Maria let out a sound between a laugh and a sigh. "I love you too," she answered, her voice quivering a bit. She sat up and looked at him. She leaned in for a last kiss before sliding out of the bed. Slowly, she walked toward the bathroom. With her hand on the doorknob, she turned around and looked at Georg with a half smile.
"I love you," he confirmed once more. And with a full smile breaking onto her face, she disappeared into the bathroom.
***
"How long have you been married, Baroness von Trapp?" Doctor Dubois looked up at Maria from his writing. He had been carefully taking notes while Maria explained why she had come to see him.
"Eh, eighteen days, to be precise, doctor."
The doctor, a kind, elderly man, smiled at her answer.
"And you think you might be pregnant." This was more a statement than a question.
"Well, my husband thought of the possibility first. We have seven children from his previous marriage, you see, so he's had a little more experience than me." Maria smiled nervously.
"I see. Now, 18 days is not long or is there a possibility that your pregnancy may be further along?" He cleared his throat, somewhat ill at ease with this question.
"No!" Maria cried out, indignant that everybody seemed to think she had become pregnant before she was married. Then she realised that the doctor simply needed to know. "I'm sorry," she apologised. "But no, there is no such possibility."
"I didn't mean to imply anything, my dear," said the doctor, equally apologetic. "Well, I need to do a small examination, you understand. Would you please undress behind that screen?" He nodded toward the corner, where an examining table was mostly hidden from sight by a large screen. "There is a dressing gown which you can use."
Maria underwent the doctor's examining prods with resignation. She felt rather embarrassed, but kept repeating to herself that he was a doctor and had probably done this hundreds of times before. Still, she couldn¹t suppress a sigh of relief when he told her she could get dressed again.
When she emerged from behind the screen and sat down in front of the doctor's desk, she looked up at him expectantly.
"Well, Baroness, I have good news for you. I think you are indeed about two weeks pregnant. It's still very early, but everything seems to be in order. Congratulations."
"I don't know what to say," Maria said, her voice quivering. "Thank you."
The doctor stood up and extended his hand to her across the desk. This made Maria realise that the consultation had ended, and she got up quickly. She shook the doctor's hand, and walked towards the door of the office.
She was feeling happy, strange, and quite bewildered at what she had just heard. As she reached the door, she turned around.
"Doctor?
He looked up, but she didn't continue. "Is there something you wanted to ask me, Baroness?" He smiled encouragingly.
"Yes. Ehm, will it hurt the baby when we.. .. If my husband and I.. .. " her voice trailed off and she looked at the floor.
"If you and your husband are intimate together," doctor Dubois ended her question for her. Maria turned crimson, but nodded.
"No, my dear, that will not hurt the baby at all. When your pregnancy moves along and your stomach grows bigger, you will just have to ask your husband to be gentle with you. But for the rest, I don't see any problems at all."
Maria managed a little smile. "Thank you," she said, and slipped out of the office.
Georg stood up from his seat and walked up to her the moment she came out. He had such a look of nervous anticipation on his face that Maria couldn¹t help smiling, regardless of how nervous she felt herself.
When she didn't immediately speak, he put his hands on her shoulders and said: "Well?"
She looked into his eyes, and suddenly, she felt her nervousness disappear. Since Georg's observation of that morning, she had felt both anxious and happy. She had never anticipated on becoming a mother, but now that the possibility was open to her, she wanted it more than anything. But this was so soon and Georg had already been through it seven times. How would he feel about having another baby?
But the love and expectation she read in his eyes told her there was no need for doubt. She smiled a wide smile at him and nodded.
"We're going to have a baby," she whispered.
******
A/N
* I know it's quick - but hey, if you look up the word "fertile" in a dictionary, there must be a picture of Captain von Trapp and his offspring there! Besides, I just couldn't resist. :-)
*Applause to Maria's Georg, who was the first to notice (very keen!).
* I haven't a clue how a doctor would have determined pregnancy in such an early stage in the 1930's. I'm from the ClearBlue generation (in general that is, I have no first-hand experience at all). So I just made a nice embarrassing examination up. I apologise to Maria! LOL
Maria awoke from her peaceful slumber and blinked her eyes against the soft light of dawn. Feeling Georg's eyes on her, she turned her head to look at him. He was propped up on one elbow and was looking at her lovingly.
"I could just look at you for hours," he confessed.
Maria smiled and turned onto her side, so that they were facing. "I think you can do more than that," she said huskily, sliding an arm around his waist, pulling herself close to him.
The feeling of skin on skin caused a low grunt to escape from Georg's throat. Surprised at how much fire Maria could evoke in him in a few seconds, he kissed her hungrily, glad that she had proven to be just as passionate as him.
She kissed him back eagerly and let her hand travel up and down his spine. Little sparks of electricity seemed to jump all over his skin at her sensual touch. Georg let his kisses drift along her jaw, down her neck, all the way to her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his lips. Maria tilted her head backwards, eyes closed with pleasure, as she let his caresses come over her, carrying her into another world.
***
"Shouldn't we get up," Maria asked lazily, while snuggling even closer to Georg.
"I guess so," was Georg's reply, also hugging Maria tighter to him.
They both sighed contentedly, neither making an actual attempt to get out of bed.
"We could order room service," Georg suggested, a mischievous grin on his face. "At least, I assume you're hungry.. .. I seem to have that effect on you."
Maria smiled into his shoulder. "Well, for a change, I'm not, actually. But you can order some breakfast for yourself, if you want."
"You mean I have finally managed to satisfy your appetite, my love?" Georg quipped.
"Mmm.. ..Only for the moment, I'd say," Maria answered, placing playful kiss on his jaw, which she could just reach without having to untangle herself from his arms.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Georg looked down at his wife in his arms, burying his nose in her hair. It smelled of vanilla.
"No, really. My stomach feels a bit funny," she answered.
Georg pulled a frown into his forehead at this answer. For the past few days, ever since they came back from the picnic trip actually, Maria had not shown any signs of her usual healthy appetite. At first he thought maybe she'd caught a cold in the thunderstorm, but apart from not eating very much, she seemed completely fine.
The remark from Count von Wittelsbach echoed in his head. A new child .. .. He had told him that his wife was not expecting, but maybe, he'd been wrong?
"Maria," he asked, shifting her head to the pillow carefully so he could turn onto his side.
She looked at him questioningly, wondering why he suddenly had such a serious expression.
"Darling, when are you supposed to get your period?"
Her cheeks coloured a bit at his question. She was not used to discussing such private matters with anyone, but he was bound to notice anyway, she realised. She thought for a second, hardly aware of even what day of the week it was, because of their surroundings.
"Well, about two or three days ago, actually. Why?" But as she said 'why' he saw understanding dawning on her.
"Do you think I'm.. .. I mean.. .. that we are.. .. " she stuttered, not really daring to say the words.
He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her gently. "I'm not sure, of course", he said, "but I think you might be expecting, yes. You've been feeling faint, you haven't been eating much.. .. The signs are there." He smiled at her.
Surprise, happiness and shock fought for control over Maria's face, and Georg grinned at her quickly changing expressions. Finally, she seemed to settle halfway between happiness and shock.
"Of course, you should see a doctor if we want to be sure," Georg suggested.
Maria nodded fiercely. Georg pulled her to him and kissed her again. "I love you," he told her.
Maria let out a sound between a laugh and a sigh. "I love you too," she answered, her voice quivering a bit. She sat up and looked at him. She leaned in for a last kiss before sliding out of the bed. Slowly, she walked toward the bathroom. With her hand on the doorknob, she turned around and looked at Georg with a half smile.
"I love you," he confirmed once more. And with a full smile breaking onto her face, she disappeared into the bathroom.
***
"How long have you been married, Baroness von Trapp?" Doctor Dubois looked up at Maria from his writing. He had been carefully taking notes while Maria explained why she had come to see him.
"Eh, eighteen days, to be precise, doctor."
The doctor, a kind, elderly man, smiled at her answer.
"And you think you might be pregnant." This was more a statement than a question.
"Well, my husband thought of the possibility first. We have seven children from his previous marriage, you see, so he's had a little more experience than me." Maria smiled nervously.
"I see. Now, 18 days is not long or is there a possibility that your pregnancy may be further along?" He cleared his throat, somewhat ill at ease with this question.
"No!" Maria cried out, indignant that everybody seemed to think she had become pregnant before she was married. Then she realised that the doctor simply needed to know. "I'm sorry," she apologised. "But no, there is no such possibility."
"I didn't mean to imply anything, my dear," said the doctor, equally apologetic. "Well, I need to do a small examination, you understand. Would you please undress behind that screen?" He nodded toward the corner, where an examining table was mostly hidden from sight by a large screen. "There is a dressing gown which you can use."
Maria underwent the doctor's examining prods with resignation. She felt rather embarrassed, but kept repeating to herself that he was a doctor and had probably done this hundreds of times before. Still, she couldn¹t suppress a sigh of relief when he told her she could get dressed again.
When she emerged from behind the screen and sat down in front of the doctor's desk, she looked up at him expectantly.
"Well, Baroness, I have good news for you. I think you are indeed about two weeks pregnant. It's still very early, but everything seems to be in order. Congratulations."
"I don't know what to say," Maria said, her voice quivering. "Thank you."
The doctor stood up and extended his hand to her across the desk. This made Maria realise that the consultation had ended, and she got up quickly. She shook the doctor's hand, and walked towards the door of the office.
She was feeling happy, strange, and quite bewildered at what she had just heard. As she reached the door, she turned around.
"Doctor?
He looked up, but she didn't continue. "Is there something you wanted to ask me, Baroness?" He smiled encouragingly.
"Yes. Ehm, will it hurt the baby when we.. .. If my husband and I.. .. " her voice trailed off and she looked at the floor.
"If you and your husband are intimate together," doctor Dubois ended her question for her. Maria turned crimson, but nodded.
"No, my dear, that will not hurt the baby at all. When your pregnancy moves along and your stomach grows bigger, you will just have to ask your husband to be gentle with you. But for the rest, I don't see any problems at all."
Maria managed a little smile. "Thank you," she said, and slipped out of the office.
Georg stood up from his seat and walked up to her the moment she came out. He had such a look of nervous anticipation on his face that Maria couldn¹t help smiling, regardless of how nervous she felt herself.
When she didn't immediately speak, he put his hands on her shoulders and said: "Well?"
She looked into his eyes, and suddenly, she felt her nervousness disappear. Since Georg's observation of that morning, she had felt both anxious and happy. She had never anticipated on becoming a mother, but now that the possibility was open to her, she wanted it more than anything. But this was so soon and Georg had already been through it seven times. How would he feel about having another baby?
But the love and expectation she read in his eyes told her there was no need for doubt. She smiled a wide smile at him and nodded.
"We're going to have a baby," she whispered.
******
A/N
* I know it's quick - but hey, if you look up the word "fertile" in a dictionary, there must be a picture of Captain von Trapp and his offspring there! Besides, I just couldn't resist. :-)
*Applause to Maria's Georg, who was the first to notice (very keen!).
* I haven't a clue how a doctor would have determined pregnancy in such an early stage in the 1930's. I'm from the ClearBlue generation (in general that is, I have no first-hand experience at all). So I just made a nice embarrassing examination up. I apologise to Maria! LOL