"Maria," the Captain spoke softly, too softly, "collect our son and your belongings and return to the villa."

"Georg, I…" she began wanting to explain what had just happened; only she didn't know herself.

"Immediately!" he barked as he would to one of his crew or his children before Maria had come.

Maria normally did not take orders well not at all, but given Georg's current state, Maria of mind she knew it was prudent not to argue with him.  Quickly, Maria cleaned up their picnic and started for home.

"Captain," Dr. Skinner began.

"Do not even speak to me; you don't get that right until I've had my say," Georg began, "What was that incident I just witnessed?  How dare you think you can take such privilege with my wife?  You are very lucky we are both officers and gentlemen because that is the only thing saving you right now.  And if I ever see you or hear about you going near Maria again, if you so much as blink inappropriately in her direction ever again, I will very likely forget our shared status as officers and gentlemen," Georg snapped in a calm clipped tone, "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir," Dr. Skinner replied, "now, I have something to say."

"I don't believe you have the right to say anything to me," Georg snapped.

"Oh, I see. Maria said you were a reasonable man.  It must be love or something because I don't see that side of you at all," Dr. Skinner said evenly, "So, Don't disillusion her by showing your colorful side."

"I cannot believe your audacity.  The nerve of you telling me…"

Dr. Skinner cut him off, "Look, all I'm saying is what happened here, it was my fault, my doing.  Maria had no idea she didn't participate…"

This time Georg cut the doctor off, "Noted," he said before turning and heading for the house.

Maria had gotten her emotions under control while she waited for Georg to return.  At first she was hurt by his harsh words, his coldness, his regression to heartless sea Captain, then she was a bit frightened, but now she was angry.  How dare he be so unreasonable, treating her like a child?  It was as if he suspected she had some role in the incident with Wladyslaw.  Georg was her husband, he's supposed to love her, trust her, his distrust of her, it hurt her, it angered her…how could he think she would betray him like that?

Lucas fussed and Maria bounced hi to calm him.  The baby was picking up on her tension, "Ssh, my darling," she whispered, "It's all right now.  Daddy's home."

Maria sang softly to Lucas while she waited for Georg to arrive.  Finally, the slamming of the door signaled his arrival, just as it had when she first met him and intruded on the sacred ballroom.

"Georg," she began.

"Don't say a word Maria, please," he said his voice softer and husky, "Is that…"

"Yes," she replied, holding the baby out for Georg to take, "His name is Lucas Georg."

Georg took his son and held him in his arms, "He seems healthy."

"He is," Maria replied, "He's a good eater, not much of a sleeper, but…"

"And the birth?" he asked "Was it…it wasn't too hard? The telegram said he came…surgically?"

Maria nodded, "He had a big hard head, not unlike both of his parents.  He got stuck," she replied the hard tense conversation breaking her heart.  She took a deep breath; this should be a happy time for them, a romantic time.  Georg was home, their baby was healthy, Georg was meeting his son for the first time, and that had to be overshadowed with misunderstanding and upset, "Georg, we need to talk about what happened."

Georg sat down on the settee with Lucas, "Do we really have to Maria?  What I saw on that hill was fairly self explanatory."

"Was it?" she asked, "It confused me, I could only imagine it did you."

"It wasn't very confusing, Maria.  I saw you and a Nazi doctor sharing a picnic lunch on our hill and kissing.  You were kissing him Maria.  What about that would you think I'd find difficult to grasp?" Georg asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"It wasn't like that," Maria began, "We've become friends.  He's not like the other Nazis," Maria told him.

"Maria, if it wasn't like that, why did you look so horrified when you saw me standing there?" Georg asked.

"It wasn't horror, Georg, not for you.  It was surprise, I didn't expect you, I hadn't heard from you. The horrified look was for Wladyslaw when he…"

"On a first name basis I see," Georg commented flatly.

"After what he and I went through together, yes," Maria replied her back strong and straight, "He was there for me when our son was born, if it weren't for him…I don't know what would have happened, but I'd be s lot worse off, I know that!

"And he hasn't had it very easy, either.  Very true, a horrible mistake was made today.  Liberties were taken that shouldn't have been taken, and I am very upset and angry about that.  But how dare you have the nerve to make comments or judgments about my behavior!"  Maria was angry now and shouting at Georg, whose blue eyes were blazing with anger.

"You're behavior was inappropriate not to mention sinful," Georg shouted, finally losing the tight control he had on his temper, "I'm away fighting in a war I don't believe in for people I detest to keep you safe and you go and betray me, our marriage, our life with one of those people.  You are the one with nerve.  How do you expect me to feel?" he argued.

By now Lucas began to cry and Georg lowered his tone and softened his words so he could calm him, "Papa's sorry, little one," he soothed rocking the little body, "No more yelling, I promise."

Maria finally let the tears that were building up in her eyes fall.  This was not how she imagined her reunion with Georg.  She took a deep breath and tried to stop herself from sobbing as she spoke, "Georg, I didn't betray you.  And I appreciate the sacrifices you made for all of us, but if you think so little of me that you would actually believe I would break my vows to you or betray your trust…" she paused for breath, "I love you, Georg.  I had no choice on that hill today.  I didn't kiss him, he kissed me I've never kissed anyone but you until just today and I didn't like him doing it."

Georg listened to Maria's words, her tears tugged on his heart. Deep down he knew Maria was telling the truth.  He knew she loved him and he knew how skittish she was with him and they were husband and wife.  Slowly, Georg closed the space between them, "Maria, I know you'd never, not purposely, but it hurt so much seeing him touch you the way I long to touch you every day I'm not here.  I was jealous, and angry and hurt and I'm sorry."

Maria reached up and touched her husband's cheek, "And I only want you to touch me that way.  I love you, Georg, but I fell sorry for him and grateful to him for what's he's done for me and this family while he's been here, and he's lost so much…" Maria said in a whisper.

Georg nodded, "Maria I should have trusted you.  I apologize."

"It's all right, Darling," she leaned up to kiss him, "I understand."

While Maria and Georg were in the study sorting out their issues, Frau Schreiner roamed the villas halls. She heard the Captain and Maria's raised voices and leaned against the study door to listen.

"…fighting in a war I don't believe in for people I detest…" she heard the Captain's voice echo.

Frau Schreiner heart fell in her chest.  Captain von Trapp, the Captain von Trapp, a traitor to the principles of the Reich.  It was impossible it was unbelievable and it was dangerous.   If Georg von Trapp was a traitor, his sub was at risk, her husband was at risk, the medical unit housed in his villa was at risk, it all was at risk.

Quickly she crossed herself and uttered a prayer hoping she was doing the right thing.  She wasn't sure, it was hard, but one thing was certain, those loyal must proved their loyalty.  That was a fact, because of that she knew what she had to do.  So with her heart in her mouth, thumping in her throat, she placed the call.

"Yes, I have information regarding Captain von Trapp," she said into the receiver after the operator connected her call, "Bad, very bad."