A/N: New chapter up! I promise, its not too bad, and I didn't go into detain, because honestly, I can't do that too well.

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The days flew by, and turned into weeks, which in turn turned into months. I was happy, neither of us usually complained, Tegatus being the practical one, didn't complain too much anyways. We'd been married for about five months, I'd been keeping track, and it hadn't faltered too much. We had completely gotten out of our tense moments, and now we were so close, just like Anelise and I used to be. But that was about it. We were just friends, really good friends, but still. This was not a romantic marriage, and not one day goes by where I do not think of my Kaspar, but my affliction with him has decreased, and I don't think on it too much.

We lived in a world of differences, but we were drawn to each other. I even think that we had those kind of crushes on each other that little children used to get; mostly we were very possessive of one another. I loved him, but like a sister would a brother. But there was one thing, not a minor thing either, that would tie us together with a bond stronger than friendship.

I was about to be a mother.

I suppose it was big news; my mother was ecstatic, Gala wouldn't talk to me, and Katerine was over almost everyday. It wasn't so bad for Katerine anymore, Viktor was so nice, she said, and since they moved to our larger village, she was closer. We would talk, and we both noticed that neither one of us had a good bond with Galatea. She was, and had always been, very distant, but it didn't bother either one of us too much. The next few months went by without much event, until the day I found out.

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It was two months before my due date, and I was craving some milk. It was a very inadequate thing to crave, very bland. I waddled over from my room to the kitchen to open the icebox. I stopped when I heard a soft, very delicate voice speaking.

"Oooh Teggy, please stop..." the voice hitched at the word 'please', and was countered with a noise like a hushing, or a quiet hissing. I couldn't really tell. I was intrigued, but my mouth had formed a hard line. I knew that voice. And I called him Teggy first, that was my pet name for him, how dare she steal it. As I walked on, my ear pressed against the wall, I grew angrier and angrier.

She giggled. God, I wanted to smack that pretty little face.

I finally got to the end of the wall, and I had to confront them. I sighed, trying to let some anger out. I walked out, and then closed my eyes to the sight. I opened them afterwards though, how odd would that had seemed, me just standing there with my eyes closed.

Of course, it wasn't anything too bad, Galatea was rested on a chair, her head was tilted back, and her skirt hem was hitched up much to high to be decent, I would say it went up about to halfway up her upper thigh. Teggy's tongue was slowly brushing up and down the length of her leg, and would cause Gala to let out a sigh of contentment. My hatred for her was increasing every moment.

"Ahem." I said, my voice resonating throughout the whole room. The laughing stopped immediately. Tegatus looked up, a look of horror and shame etched on his whole face. He scrambled up, grasping a table corner for assistance, but his hand slipped, possibly wet, with what I don't care to know at all, and hit the ground. In any other instance I would have laughed aloud, Teggy usually being very calm and composed, but in this case he was flustered. He got up, and at least had the decency to look me in the eye, albeit with an extremely shamed look. Gala got up too, but stared at her feet.

I was so angry, I couldn't say anything; I was calm and composed, like Teggy. I smiled at him coldly, not letting the smile reach my eyes. I was so angry, that if this is even possible, I was not angry. I accepted this, that Teggy and I would never love each other, but if he had told me, even mentioned it to me, just once, I would have been fine. But secrets, we had no secrets; we were supposed to be open with each other.

"Well, if this was your choice, you could have told me before burdening me with this." I said, pointing to my large stomach. He winced. Galatea kept looking down at her feet. I smiled again, "Alright then, if you choose to be quiet, that's alright. I'm going to go outside." Tears were welling up in my eyes, and I got that feeling in my throat where you know you are going to cry, but by trying not to, it hurts your throat. I wasn't how to explain it to myself either, but all I knew was that if I didn't get out of that kitchen, I would be a sobbing mess.

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Going outside was like a breath of fresh air, and not just in the literal sense. I finally looked around me, and I was not quite pleased with what I saw. My eyes had been opened, and I couldn't believe I had lived here for about nine months, already given other responsibilities, but there were little trees, almost no bodies of water near the house, no farms. My breathing grew heavy as I made more and more observations; the grass looked sickly, the horses were not proud creatures, rendered to poor beasts carrying carriages, the houses were quite near each other, small gardens, poor people littering the streets. I missed my country side. I missed my stream, my forest, my land, my house, my room, my parents, and most of all, and this hit me hard, I missed Kaspar.

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A/N: Ok, this is partly filler quality too, and I'm sorry that I switch my style of writing a lot. Thank you for reviewing! And please do!