Welp, here is chapter 2, enjoy!
"Oh god, I can't do this! I feel sick!" Hawke was pacing in her bedroom, Orana sat on the large bed, watching her mistress argue with herslef. "He has the right to know, it's his child after all." Hawke wiped ather face, trying to stop the tears "But what if he leaves again? I can't take that a second time around... But I'm a mage, and he has magic in his bloodline, there is such a high chance of our child being a mage too!" Hawke tuned and slammed her fists against the door, starteling Orana.
The timid elf stood and cautiously approuched Sandra, "If I mahy mistress, he has already agreed to coming for dinner tonight, it is best you don't back out now. You can do this, Messer Fenris did promise to stay with you as long as you'll have him." Orana's words lifted Hawke's spirit. They shared a small smile, only to be inturupted by knocking on the front door.
Boden could be heard opening the door and greeting the visitor, "Ah Messer, you're early! Serrah Hawke will be down shortly, please feel free to take a seat in the study while you wait." Hawke's smile faded slightly before she took a deep breath and calmed herself.
Sandra was glad to have an excuse to prepare herself a bit more before facing Fenris. "Thank you Orana, I need to hear those words. It's now or never I guess, you and the others a free for the rest of the day, go and enjoy yourselves." Orana nodded and left to tell the others it was time to leave.
Hawke made her way down the staircase, smiling at the three as they left. Now she was alone with fenris, the last time this had happened well... Hawke placed a delicate hand over her stomache, feeling butterflies. She continued onto the study, hesitating a moment before opening the door. The sight on the otherside made her smile, Fenris was in a chair by the fireplace, reading a book. He looked up at her as she opened the door and smiled back.
The words hreatened to spill that instant, but she held them back, choosing to sit in the chair across from him and hold his hand. His eyes softened, and she knew he loved her more then anything. Maybe this was different from the plan but that's okay. "Fenris, I have something to tell you, it's good news I promise." She added hastily when his eyes began to narrow.
He looked at her a moment, studing her for some indication as to what shw was going to say. "What is it love?" His nickname for her always made her smile.
Sandra took a deep breath, pulling his hand to he stomache, "I'm with child, your child." The words didn't seem to register at first, he just stared at her, frozen in time.
It felt like hours before he finally moved. In a quick motion he stood and pulled her with him. He turned her face to th fire light, as if to see any signs of a bluff. None, he found no lies, only fear and anticipation. It dawned on him that he had yet to say anything, but what could he say? He loved Sandra, more then anything in this worls, would die for her without a thought, but she was a mage, any child of hers would most likely be a mage. He couldn't trust another mage like he did her, even if it was her child.
Hawke's eyes began to water, tears slowly slipped down her cheeks, "Please, say something." He saw the pain he was causing her, and then something clicked, this wasn't just her child, she had said it was his child. They were having a child, to hell if it was a mage, he'd love this child with all of his heart, just like he loved Sandra.
Fenris dropped to his knees infrontof her, placing his hands on her waist he kissed her stomache, making a vow "Beres-taar nehraa Kadan, beres-taar nehraa Imekari, meravas." Hawke still had tears rolling down her cheeks, and a confused look on her face. Fenris stood and pulled her close, "It would take the end of the world to make me leave your side." Her body shook with each sob, her worries diminished and she clung to him with all her might.
She pulled away slowly, a shy smile dancing across her face. "We'll when Varric hears about this, he'll play it out to be just that." Her simple joke broke any leftover tension. "Would you care to help with diner? I gave the others the day off." Instead of answering her, Fenris picked Hawke up bridal style and carried her to the kitchen. He set her on the table and began to pull ingrediants out of cuburds and the icechest. "Fenris! I asked you to help, not to cook for me." She hopped off the table and tried to help but he swatted her hands away and pushed her out. Hawke opened her mouth to protest but was cut off by a quick kiss and a hard shove, the door shut in her face and she could hear the lock click. "Fine, I'll just be in the study all alone!"
Hawke kicked the door, wincing in pain, and stormed off to find a good book, but stopped when a knock came from the front door. With a heavy sigh she went to answer it, hoping for a distraction from her stupid elven lover.
She opened the door, only to try and slam it shut. "Now now Hawke, let's play nice." Gamlen was drunk, but he was still stronger then his neice. He forced the door open and noticed the glare she was giving him, "Can't a man come and visit his own family?" Hawke crossed her arms, taking a step back.
"That's bull and we both know it. What are you really here for?" Gamlen ignored her and made his way to the study where he brabbed a bottle of wine and took a long swig. "Why are you here?" She tried again, staying in the doorway of the study.
The older man looked to his neice, a smirk filling his features as he looked her up and down. "I heard the news, congradulations on getting knocked up by an elven dog." Hawke gasped, then glared at her uncle, magic buzzed from her hands while a growl left her mouth.
She kept her voice even, trying to control her powers, "Leave my home now, and never come back." He laughed at her reaction but left none the less, taking the wine with him. Hawke locked the door behind him and fell to her knees, crying. How had he known, who else knew? She didn't want the city to know, hell she hadn't even told her friends, yet her good for nothing uncle already knew! Hawke sat there, tears falling, cursing the city and everyone in it until he came to find her.
Fenris could hear her sobs as he left the kitchen, he found her by the front door, and imediatly took her into his arms, soothing her. "What happened?" His deep voice asked when she calmed down enough. Hawke explained how her ass of an uncle had visited and all he had said, how she hated this city, and hated being known by everyone. Fenris listened patiently before kissing her head and carrying her back to the kitchen. "Eat Hawke, it'll make you feel better." The food was good and indeed it raised her spirits, but still the nagging question of who told the citystuck in the back of her mind.
Poor Hawke, who could have told? ;)