Long time no update. I'm working on some more chapters and developing more stories within the story for each of the children. Thanks for the reviews! Oh and if you haven't noticed the title of the story has changed from Look After You to Trust Me.

The Von Trapp household had settled slightly but a slight tension still hung heavy in the air. Marta and Gretl had taken to being quiet and stayed in the living space, playing with their small bunny. In the kitchen, Louisa was seated at the table while Liesl helped Maria bandage her arm. Brigitta's voice was the only that broke the silence.

"Here you are, Commander Ivanov," she said gently, setting down the freshly brewed pot of tea.

"Thank you," Roman replied. Though he was grateful for Liesl's invitation, the situation had become slightly awkward. The family seemed caught up in the fear of waiting for the two remaining brothers that he had yet to meet, and even worse, fearing the possibility of another attack.

Georg turned at the sound of Brigitta's voice and slowly settled his eyes on the new guest. "Commander? Are you a soldier, Ivanov?" Georg asked. He was slightly suspicious of the young man, but Liesl seemed to be fond of him, and in the past years, he had come to respect his daughter's judgment.

Roman nervously cleared his throat and gave a nod of his head. "Yes sir. I command a unit for the Red Army," he answered.

"You look young to be a commander," Georg observed.

"Well, the army seems to be in desperate need of them," Roman replied.

"That does seem to be the case more often than not," Georg agreed.

Roman gave a slight nod, before beaming slightly. "They say that after the war, I could be promoted from a junior officer to a major."

Georg nodded slightly. For a moment he reflected on his career in the Navy. One he had left behind in Austria. He remembered being young like Roman and flying through the ranks.

Maria had finished bandaging Louisa's arm and found Georg lost in a fog at Roman's words. She wondered where he was. It wasn't for a few moments until he realized her gaze had settled on him and he slowly turned his head. For the first time after the bombings he gave her a smile, and suddenly her eyes lit up ever so discreetly and her heart felt less heavy.

"So, what brings you to Switzerland? Where's your army?" Georg asked Roman .

For a moment, the soldier seemed at a loss for words. "I'm an escaped prisoner of war," Roman replied finally. His eyes became distant and for a moment Liesl felt utter compassion for him. He had told her his situation before, but it wasn't until know that he revealed it with such horror.

"I served during the first world war," Georg told the young man. Roman nodded his head and it was as if there was a silent alliance made between the two of them. They were men of war and because of this they seemingly understood one another without question. "Where did you escape from?"

Roman lowered his head slightly and nervously fiddled with his fingers. "It was a Nazi camp north of Ludwigshasfen . . ." his voice trailed off and suddenly those who were in the kitchen realized that the conversation was not of pleasantry. Georg and Maria exchanged looks and Liesl's heart sank quickly.

Georg prepared to say something, but interrupting him was the swinging open of the backdoor and the loud voices of his two sons.

"Father, we couldn't find the girls - - You're back!" Kurt announced in excitement after taking sight of his two sisters at the table. He nearly ran to both Louisa and Liesl to grab them into hugs. Friedrich slowly closed the door behind him before sharing embraces with both his sisters as well.

"Louisa, what happened to your arm?" Kurt asked Louisa in sheer curiosity and also slight worry.

"To be honest, I'm really not quite sure. I remember when the first round of bombs fells and when I opened my eyes again Liesl and Roman had found me," Louisa explained. Her eyes shifted toward Roman in admiration and he gave her a small nod. Liesl took note of the small exchange.

"They say that they've already counted thirty fatalities," Friedrich revealed as he took a seat at the table next to Liesl.

"I don't understand why someone would bomb Schaffhausen," Liesl sighed. "It's frightening to think that even in neutral territory we're in danger."

Maria's heart skipped a beat at her daughter's words. She had been on edge since the bombings and while her children's safety eased her fears slightly, there was no soothing them. Her entire body shook and she knew that the stress wasn't healthy for her unborn child. With unsteady hands she grabbed her tea and drank down the warm liquid in order to calm her nerves.

"Who dropped the bombs?" Kurt asked.

"Americans," Roman spoke up.

Both Kurt and Friedrich shifted their attention to the guest and Louisa was fast to introduce him. "This is Roman Ivanov. He's a Captain from the Red Army."

"Nice to meet you," Kurt greeted politely. Friedrich watched him with intent eyes and said nothing in return. He looked to Louisa who seemed to stare at him as though he were candy. Then taking a shift of perspective and gazing at Liesl, Friedrich saw his older sister in a state that he almost recognized. It was as if she was looking at Rolfe.

"Why would Americans bomb Schaffhausen?" Louisa asked.

"They could have mistaken Schaffhausen for Ludwigshasfen," Georg suggested.

"He's right. Just a slight shift from the intended coordinates could prove deadly to innocent places like Switzerland," Roman agreed. "It seems unlikely that the allied forces would do something like this purposely."

"Whether it was intentional or not, it could send Switzerland into an undeclared state of war," Friedrich said causing Georg's gaze to settle on him. Suddenly causing the attention of the table to shift was the loud clattering of dish ware.

"Mother are you all right?" Liesl asked, growing concerned as she looked over at her.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just clumsy as usual," Maria covered up the best she could. She placed her hands on her lap so that the others at the table wouldn't be able to see that they were shaking.

"I'm almost certain that there won't be another air raid tonight or anytime soon," Roman assured. Maria appreciated his words probably more than anyone else at the table and nodded her head.

"So, where are you staying?" Brigitta asked.

"Well, thanks to the Hague Conventions and the Rights and Duties of Neutral Powers, I am staying at a camp for foreign troops. I'm allowed to be on parole as long as I don't try to leave Switzerland," Roman explained. He paused for a moment as a short quiet began to form. "In fact, it's probably best if I get back."

Georg nodded his head in agreement and the children gave sheepish goodbyes. As Roman rose from his seat, Louisa did as well. "I'll walk you out," she told him.

Brigitta and Friedrich exchanged looks and Liesl swallowed down the bitter pill that had formed inside her. While Louisa showed Roman to the front door and followed him out, Georg slowly rose from his seat.

"I think it's best if everyone got some sleep," he said slowly. No one made even the slightest movement at his words. He looked to his two youngest first. "Marta, Gretl, why don't you get ready for bed."

Slowly the two girls headed for the staircase but before they reached the top floor turned back.

"Are you sure that the planes won't come again?" Marta asked swallowing down all the fear she could, but it remained evident on her face. Gretl was obviously distraught since the bombs had dropped but she did not remain a minority.

Georg was the first to rise from his seat and make his ways toward the girls. "You have nothing to worry about," he tried his best to assure. Maria slowly came up behind him and Gretl embraced her immediately. Maria placed a comforting hand on Marta's shoulder as she stared at her father intently.

"Are you sure father?" Marta asked gently.

"Yes," Georg answered. "We're all safe now."

The remaining siblings at the table exchanged looks until Liesl finally nodded her head. After so many years the children still looked to her for guidance and her word seemed to define all. "He's right," she whispered gently. "We're safe now."

Maria was thankful to rest her head after an eventful day. After coaxing Marta and Gretl to bed, it had taken more of her persuasive skills to convince the elder siblings to get rest as well. Liesl and Friedrich were the only ones still awake after she had retreated to the bedroom.

She had prayed especially long and hard that evening, thankful that all her seven children, her husband, and her soon to be eighth child, had all came away unharmed. After saying a gentle amen she climbed into bed, but found no relief with an empty bedside. She listened as the door creaked open behind her and shuffling footsteps followed. In an instant the weight on the bed increased and a pair of familiar arms embraced her from behind.

Georg rested his chin against her petite shoulder and folded his hands onto her abdomen. She put her hands over his. "I thought you were asleep …" he whispered.

She ignored his comment. "Are the children in bed?" she asked. He nodded against her and kissed the soft skin behind her ear.

"I never had the chance to ask you . . . but are you all right?"

"I'm fine Georg," she replied gently.

"Are you sure?" he asked. It was amazing how well he could read her. It was as if he was in tune with every thought in her head.

She sighed. "I've just never been so scared . . ." she confessed. "For you and for the children . . . and for the baby . . ."

He gave a comforting squeeze of her hand. "I was worried too," he admitted quietly. "But we're all okay now."

"But what if they attack again? What if this war is taking over even places that are supposed to be secure? I'm afraid that we're not going to be safe anywhere we go and this child is going to be born into a world of constant fighting - - -"

"Shhh," Georg tried to soothe her the best he could. "No bombs will drop again, I can assure you that. And even if they do I will do everything in my power to protect you and the children . . . you know that, don't you?"

A single tear rolled down her porcelain cheek. "Yes," she replied. She turned her head to face him. "I love you, Georg."

"I love you too, Maria" he said with nothing but compassion in his voice as he gently wiped away her lone tear. "Just please don't worry so much . . . it's not good for the baby. Trust I won't let anything happen to you . . ."

"I trust you," she whispered, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. He brushed his lips against hers and she returned the kiss, feeling the warmth and comfort she had longed for from his single touch.

"He was so charming and handsome," Louisa beamed as she remained wide awake, ranting happily to her younger sister. "Brigitta are you listening?"

"Mmhmm," Brigitta replied, with a roll of her eyes as she remained focused on her book. Louisa didn't seem to mind because she continued her speech anyway.

"A Commander . . . so dreamy, isn't it?"

"He's Russian though," Brigitta observed absently.

"So?"

"Well, do you think father would let you marry a Russian?"

"Who said anything about marriage? And as for father, he seemed to like Roman, don't you think?"

Brigitta shrugged and took her gaze away from her reading. "I guess I wasn't paying much attention. I was more preoccupied with the thought of another air raid rather than romanticizing about some Russian."

Louisa made little of her sister's comments. "He's my hero," she sighed in glee. "I think I'm in love . . ."

Liesl sighed as she leaned against the wall, eavesdropping through the cracked door of the bedroom she shared with Brigitta and Louisa. She swallowed hard at the thought of Roman, whom she had denied so many times but wanted now. It wasn't because Louisa had suddenly become so fond of him that riled Liesl's emotions for the young man, but that she had finally come to trust him.

Before she could become too lost in the fog of her thoughts, noises from movement on the floor below had her moving toward the stairs. She tried her best to be quiet on the steps but they were old and gave a loud creak before she was halfway down. The silhouette in the dining room froze and she squinted her eyes to better focus on him. "Friedrich?"

She slowly turned on the light and he gave a sigh. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged as he attempted to hide his bag. She discovered it quickly and nearly yanked it from his hands. "I can't believe you're really trying to join the Swiss," she hissed, trying to avoid commotion from other members of the household.

"It's a good cause. I thought today would prove that without question," Friedrich replied.

"The Americans bombing us was an accident," Liesl told him. "Friedrich you can be angry at them but save the family from a world of heart ache and don't join the army."

"Father was in the army."

"You don't have to be father," Liesl replied. Her brother lowered his head. Only she was aware of his great aspirations to be a man like Georg von Trapp. He had confided in her when they were younger and now that they were older it was evident to her what motivated him to join the battle. "Sit down, Friedrich . . ."

He silently obeyed, but not before pulling a chair out for her to sit in as well. "I thought that my joining the army would make him proud of me. And when he begged me not to I was naive enough to think that he was worried I would be greater than he - - -"

"You are greater Friedrich, in many ways. Father knows that and he is proud of you," she assured, her blue eyes shining with honesty.

Friedrich shook his head. "I don't think I could ever be Georg von Trapp . . ." he confessed. "I don't believe you know how hard it is to live in the shadow of a man that is larger than life."

Liesl bit on her lower lip. "But you're already everything that good man should be. You're sensitive and you're loyal. You're honest and considerate and loving and you would lay down your life for this family . . . we all know that Friedrich. Going to war won't make you any better nor any worse but if this family every lost you . . . I don't think I could even stand the thought."

There was silence as Liesl lowered her head and Friedrich placed a gentle hand on top of hers. "How could you even think of leaving?" she asked in a wavering voice, trying her best to not flood of tears. "Leaving without a goodbye of all things . . . we've lost a mother already Friedrich . . . I can't lose you too."

"I'm sorry," he apologized in a soft whisper. "I didn't realize that . . . it was stupid of me. And if you meant any of what you said . . . thank you, Liesl."

She bit on her lower lip as she raised her head. "You know I meant every word of it," she said forcing a smile. The two shared an embrace and suddenly were enthralled in laughter. The two had become closer over the years as Friedrich matured, almost closer than her and Louisa. When they released he granted her a smirk.

"I'm sorry for worrying you sis," he said.

"Yeah, thanks a lot," she replied with a leer.

"What are younger brothers for?" he shrugged. He narrowed his eyes. "Now you must tell me about this Commander Ivanov . . ."

"Don't even get me started . . ."