Two months later. Marion is now about four months along in her pregnancy. Colin is just about to go into war and he is packing his bags to head out for training. This is a continuation of the fic, so enjoy. I'm fixing as I go, to make sure my historical facts are accurate. Once again, I do not own any characters,just the plot.Enjoy!

Two months had gone by. Colin was leaving any day now. I was devastated, but he spoke of marriage so I was happy he wanted to marry me before he headed off for war. Colin knew I wanted a father for my unborn child, and he figured if he made it home, he'd be able to be the father in my child's life. I was so happy he wanted to be a part of my child's life even though both he and I knew Indy was the father. Harold Oxley also offered to be a part of my child's life. While Colin was fighting in the war, Ox offered to be a companion to me so I wasn't alone. Colin thought it was a wonderful idea. He didn't want me alone while he was away fighting, so he figured Ox would be of great help to me. I had known Ox since I was a young child; he was a student of my father's. He had taught me many interesting things as a child. Ox asked me when Colin was going to marry me; he said that Colin should do it soon, so people wouldn't think things. "Think what?" I asked.

Ox hesitated, and said," People might think things because you are not married and have a child." He put an arm around me and smiled. "Now don't worry, Marion...things will turn out alright." I knew he was right. Ox was mad as hell at Indy, he thought that Indy was an ass for leaving me the way he did, and he told me so. It made me feel a lot better. Placing a hand on my abdomen, I felt a flutter. My child was showing its first signs of life. Smiling, I looked at Colin, whispering,"It moved." Tears came to my eyes. I wished Indy would have been there for me. Colin hugged me, and said, "Don't cry, dear." I nodded, and sat in a chair, clutching a pillow, and looking out the window. Over and over again, I could hear Indy's voice playing in my head.

"I'll marry you Marion, and we can go on many adventures, and see the world together."

I sobbed. "We did, but you never kept your promise." Looking out the window, it had begun to pour outside. Streams of rain ran down the window, and I remained there, crying, clutching a pillow. I was happy that Colin was going to marry me, but I was heartbroken. Heartbroken that Indy left me, and now deserting his unborn child. I cried for what seemed hours and did not let up. That bastard left me, and if he ever came back into my life, I would make it clear that what he did tore me up. Ox knew it, and Colin knew it. They knew that Indiana Jones was an asshole for leaving me, and an even bigger one for leaving me pregnant with his child. Sitting in the wooden rocking chair, I stared blankly out the window, tears running down my face. Again, I could hear Indy's voice.

"Here's a ring, Marion. I love you, and want to marry you."

I no longer had the ring. I threw it out with all of my memories of my relationship with Indy. The only thing that survived was my diary. No way in hell was I going to throw that out. I picked up the tattered diary, and flipped until I got to a page. Reading it, I began crying again.

"Indy and I decided to plan our wedding. I wanted something simple, and so did he. He seems eager to marry me."

Colin walked in to the room, carrying a tray of food. He set it down and went to comfort me.

"I want you to know that I love you a lot. Since we were introduced, I've never taken my eyes off you." He sat next to me, on the edge of my bed, which the chair faced, and he held out a hand. I took his hand, and he squeezed it gently. He leapt up, and helped me get up. I looked into his eyes, and he smiled, and took me in his arms, his arms around my waist gently. I laid my head on his chest, and he stroked my hair gently. Colin smiled, and whispered to me," This baby will have a father. I want you to know that." Tears ran down my cheek, and I whispered back hoarsely, "Thank you." He held me in his arms, smiling. I enjoyed his company, soon enough he and I would be apart. We wouldn't be able to see each other for months. He told me that he hoped to be home in May or June for a visit. By then I'd be about seven or eight months along. I told him that, and he smiled. Colin is just the sweetest. He's not like the other men I've been with. I stood there, my eyes looking out the window, it was still pouring. I love rain. Colin held me, his hands resting on my stomach. When the baby kicked, he smiled. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, and right there, he decided to marry me for real. Colin wanted to marry me before he left for training, as he had just gotten word earlier that he was to be shipped out in a few days. We decided that we were going to marry in a courthouse, as there was not enough time to prepare a real wedding. Colin would wear his RAF uniform, and I decided I would wear one of my lace dresses that Colin had bought me as a birthday present. I hoped to god that I'd still fit in the dress. Ox was ecstatic when we told him. He asked us what day. I told him that I thought we'd marry tomorrow. Colin agreed. The sooner the better was the most important thing to him. That night, I went to bed a happy woman. I was going to have a good life.