A/N: Once again, not shipping Evelyn with Wilbur the person, the character in the SMP. Please enjoy this chapter which caused me much pain to write.

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So Evelyn was not having a great time. She'd been feeling much more ill recently and overall just felt emotionally exhausted.

Day 21

How do I say this? I'm about eighty percent sure that I'm pregnant. It's Wilbur's of course, I don't want anyone to mistake that but it's such a terrible time for it to happen. I've been feeling terrible as of late and I've missed my monthly waterfall from hell.

I'm getting to the point where if an opportunity arises I might just stab Schlatt. He's pissing me off and won't let me out of his sight unless I'm in my room. Even then I'm not really alone. I'm completely certain that someone stands guard outside my door at all times. So I haven't been able to have any kind of conversation as of late.

Tubbo has definitely been sneaking out to see Wilbur and Tommy, though. Schlatt was questioning him earlier today and I could see right through his bluff. If only I could sneak out with him. I would give anything to be back with those two dumbasses.

Dream came to talk to Schlatt today. It was horrid. Schlatt kept putting his hands where they didn't belong and if I didn't know any better, we'd look like we were together. I want to make this very clear; Schlatt and I are not romantically involved. Why am I clarifying this? It's a damn journal Evelyn, odds are no one is going to read this. It is literally the only thing keeping me from speaking my mind around Schlatt.

It's getting so hard to not say something. I hate the decisions that he's made. He's changed L'manberg to Manberg, supposedly to take the "L" out of our country. To me it's just taking our ideals and everything we build this place from and throwing it out the window to replace it with something completely different. Not to mention that he's changed our flag so much. I'm almost glad, in a way. L'manberg and Manberg are so different that I almost don't feel like they're the same place.

Those damn Americans. They've ruined everything. We wouldn't be in any of these situations if they kept to themselves and didn't try to take over everything we do.

Well, until tomorrow

Evelyn

Evelyn got up when she finished writing, as she did everyday, and tucked the leather bound journal where it was stored under her bed. She looked around the room for perhaps the first time since the election. Her eyes spotted a familiar piece of blue fabric sitting on a chair in the far corner. Recognizing the coat, Evelyn walked towards it and picked it up. It was Wilbur's. During the Revolution. Overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the short time she had been in this world. Sinking to the ground, Evelyn was brought to tears by everything.

She might have to raise this child alone, if indeed she was pregnant. How would she tell Schlatt about this? Would she tell him? Was there a way she could hide it and get the baby to Wilbur after it was born? If Schlatt would even still be in power.

She had taken things for granted before Schlatt had gained his power. Being able to see Wilbur and Tommy and Tubbo and her family, gone now. Being able to have a conversation with anyone whenever she wanted, gone. All of her freedoms, taken away.

Evelyn brought the coat up to face and inhaled a scent she hadn't smelt in a long time. The smell of Wilbur, and L'manberg, and the reason she fought for everything she had. There was no reason to fight now. Schlatt had won. He was in power and Wilbur and Tommy were gone. Evelyn had no doubt that Schlatt would discover the fact that Tubbo was betraying him before long. She could be stuck like this forever. Trapped, with virtually no way out without putting someone she cared for on the line. Schlatt could easily do something to Fundy or Tubbo that Evelyn would never forgive herself for. If he hurt either of them...No I can't think like that. I have to stay strong. For this child, and for my family.

Evelyn made the promise to protect her family and stay strong for them. That's what she would do her best to accomplish.