Authors note: Thanks for pointing out some things. I'm afraid my spelling is even worse then you all believe. Spell check hasn't even helped me enough. Yes I'm aware there is handles on the case but I don't believe in handles. I do hope you sense my humor. Yes I'm very mean to my cello. I have three cellos and only one of them is in good shape. If there is one thing I poses it isn't intelligence. I always forget to hold it right and run it into things nearly every day. I'll be sure to go over the book and fix some things when I get the chance.

I couldn't stop shaking as Eric sat me in the chair and cleaned up my mess. I sucked in a large breath. I had to be strong for him.

"Addie are you all right?" He asked noticing how violently I was shaking.

I looked into his eyes and tried not to cry.

"Tuberculosis," I whispered as if afraid someone would hear.

Erik stared at me and raised a brow which was a reaction I wasn't expecting.

"Addie do you feel nauseated?" He asked me.

I nodded and buried my face in my hands.

"Are you having trouble breathing?" He asked. His voice was a bit too calm.

"No. Why are you asking me this?" I snapped. My voice broke. I scowled at him. He thought I was insane! Erik just smiled and softly touched my arm. His gentleness infuriated me even more and I swung away from his touch. When my back was to himmy teeth clenched bitterly as I sobbed.

"You don't have tuberculosis Addie. If you did you wouldn't be nauseated. You would have trouble breathing because blood would be filling your lungs. What came out of your mouth was the pomegranate you ate." he reassured me still smiling.

My mouth dropped and my hands fell off my face.

"How would you know?" I mumbled underneath my breath.

"I've read about it." He said.

I began laughing at my own stupidity. I of all people should know the symptoms of tuberculosis. I had simply panicked. After I had calmed down I looked back at Eric. He was still standing there. He was once again in his robe and he had his arms folded neatly across his chest.

I rubbed my stomach and looked up at him from the very top of my eye and my eyebrows rose to signal him.

"Erik I'm hungry again," I said cringing my stomach. He nodded and handed me some bread that was on his organ. I ate the thing so fast it disturbed me. I could consume so much. Perhaps I would grow out of it once I get older. It's odd thinking about not being an adult yet.

I thanked Eric and stood up. The nausea had completely left me. That was a bit odd. Perhaps the pomegranate had upset my stomach. Yes I'm sure that was the cause. Perhaps my dizziness was just from lack of bathing and nourishment. I sighed and dreamed of taking a bath. I hadn't bathed in what seemed like days.

Despite Erik's pleas I walked back to my room. He followed me there. When we were both standing on my floor he gently pulled me into him and kissed me softly. I enjoyed his sweet thick lips moving with mine. I Smiled as I was reminded of last night. He made for a fantastic lover. His masculine figure was so mouth wateringly sensual. His body was so unbelievable perfect shaped it hurt to be parted from it. I would trade everything I have for his kisses. Better yet, His love making was something you couldn't buy with all jewels of this Earth. I must be the most blessed woman alive.

"Will you meet me tonight?" He asked parting from me.

I shot him a seductive grin and danced to my wardrobe.

"I'll assume that was a yes." He said in a low voice while walking out. I began to wonder if he knew that mysterious flare he often had drove me insane. He seemed to enjoy when he made me want more and more of him every moment. I smiled at the thought. Now that weare married, I can have as much of him as I want.

After taking a bath I slipped on my brown two piece dress that I was to wear at the performance. The top was brown and the bottom was white. The entire orchestra wore brown and white. I raised my upper lip in disgust. It was hideous. I had dreaded putting it on for every performance. I slipped on a tad of eyeliner and blush and looked into the mirror. I tried to find some hint on my face that I had changed. I was a different woman now but it was barely shown. The only hint was the wide smirk on my face. There was only a glare in my eye but I tend to notice the little things.

I suddenly remembered how much I used to paint at my old home. I have nearly given up that hobby. It is a shame because I was such a talented artist. I promised myself I would drawl a sketch of Erik after the concert. I wanted to take the time to ingest every detail. I wanted to capture the emotion that lay behind his eyes. I wanted to portray both sides of him. I wanted to capture all those emotions that lay beneath the surface.

I stared at my rosin that lay shattered on the floor and frowned. There were a few chunks that I could still put to use but the nearly microscopic bits that surrounded the floor were useless. I gathered the large chunks and slipped them into the small pouch in my case and swept up the rest with the side of my hand. Then I kicked it under my bureau. No one would notice.

At the performance that night I poured out my heart and soul into every song. My bow swayed with the music. The orchestra diverted their eyes on Mason. We all over exaggerated the mezzo piano to the fullest extent. Our bows barely released a sound. The sweet soft combination of different parts from each instrument combining to make one song made me picture an ice-skater swirling around gracefully like a ballerina. I imagined snowflakes falling on my nose. I could almost feel and taste the snowflake melting on my tongue.

When I got back I was unbelievably exhausted. I was too exhausted to even enjoy the night with Eric I fell asleep in my bed and didn't wake till late in the morning. I was awakened to that all familiar sensation. I stood up and leaned over my pitcher of water as acid made its way up my throat. Vomit forced its way out of my mouth. I gasped when I had finished. I hadn't been able to breath. I had to go to the doctor. Something is obviously wrong with me.

The doctor had a few gray hairs peaking out from behind his black hair. Little crease lines stretched across his face as he smiled at me. I guessed he was a little over forty. He was very pale. When he checked my pulse I was surprised by his icy cold hands.

He began asking me when I started feeling bad, if I was having breathing problems, and other things. Some questions he asked I found a bit absurd. He asked me when the last time I had my flow and if I had a heightened sense of smell. Every time I answered him he jotted down things on a sheet of paper.

"Miss Addie are you sexually active?" he asked staring into my eyes and lowering his paper. His eyes wouldn't let me lie. I was a bit shocked by his question at first, but I know that this is strictly confidential.

"I'm married Dr. Morgan," I answered. I loved when those words fell out of my mouth. This was the first time I had said it, but I don't know if I will ever have a chance to say it again considering the circumstances.

The doctor nodded and smiled. He leaned in closer to tell me something.

"Congratulations to you both," He said. I assumed he was referring to the wedding but what he said next I wasn't prepared for at all. "I'm sure your husband is going to be so excited when he finds out he is going to be a father."

My eyes widened in terror. I was not ready for this at all. How in the world was I to explain this to people? They would obviously want to meet the father of the baby that would obviously be growing inside of me and I wouldn't be able to introduce them.

Although terror and shock had been my first reactions I couldn't help but feel excited. I grinned. I had a living thing inside of me. Together Erik and I had made a child. I suddenly remembered when the pastor had laid a hand on my stomach and said Rebecca. It was going to be a girl!

I had been born with a love for children. Seeing a child would simply lighten my day. People would often stare and send silent messages with their eyes to one another as I immediately connected with children. I was going to be a mom!

Somehow this would have to work out. Somehow.

I placed a hand over my stomach and began crying.

"Hello Rebecca," I said smiling behind my tears. "I'm your mom."