1Four months after the funeral of Maudeline Everglot, Victor woke early one morning to find that his wife had already risen. He looked around the room and noticed that she was no where in sight. Then he spotted that the door to the balcony was halfway open, he stood up and silently walked over to the door and peeked out to see Victoria, still in her night dress, standing near the railing looking at the rising sun. Her swollen belly making her silhouette look even more curvy from behind. Every time he looked at her it took Victor by surprise. Slowly he walked over to her side so as not to surprise her, "how long have you been awake?" he asked.
"Not long," she said turning her head toward him, "only a few minutes. I didn't wake you did I?"
"Oh No," he said smiling, "of course not."
Putting her hand in his, she looked back to the East to watch the Sun continue to rise, her long nightdress blowing gently in the early morning breeze.
"You have an appointment with the midwife today, do you not?" Victor asked after a few minutes silence.
"Oh, yes, I nearly forgot," Victorias eyes widened as she turned to face him, "Victor, this is just so wonderful!"
"I know," Victor said in a 'meant-to-be-calm' voice, trying not to reveal his fear.
When they had first discovered Victoria's pregnancy, everyone thought that she may be terribly ill, but when the doctor came to look her over he had guessed as to what it was and had called upon the Midwife to confirm his thoughts. When she had revealed that the pregnancy was confirmed, Victor all but passed out, he felt cold sweat running down the back of his neck, and he was desperately praying that no one would try to speak to him for fear of his voice coming out wrong, or not being able to speak at all. But when Victoria's beaming face turned toward his, he almost felt instantly better knowing that she was happy. Although still fearful,
he smiled widely as his wife hugged him very tight and kissed him on the cheek, face turning red because of all the company in the room witnessing this.