I'm sorry it's been taking me FOREVER to get through the next chapter. School has been busy, but there's going to be a characteristic change. For those complaining that I made Amon Goeth "too soft" please remember that whenever somebody has something emotionally detrimental happen to them, they change.

The waiting room was too quiet; both officers sat at the opposite side from each other with a bitterness that coursed throughout their bodies. No matter, both were there for the same reason—to make certain that the woman they both shared emotion for was going to survive this.

Hans stood from his numbing chair and made his way towards the corridor. As he passed by where Amon Goeth was sitting, he gave the Captain a deadly gaze. Goeth, in return, exchanged the same look at Landa. The silence was unbearable; Landa had known the truth about Sophie and it rotted him from the inside out. His entire marriage, the child that he thought he shared with her turned out to be a lie. He turned his heel and made his way towards the nurse's desk.

The middle-aged woman was a little worried when the Colonel, whose tired complexion almost disintegrated his etiquette. Almost.

She looked up, her glasses resting at the bridge of her nose. The Colonel was a mess; his neatly combed hair was in a mess from running his fingers through it constantly. His eyes were bloodshot and his face showed both worry and discontent.

"The doctor has not given the report, Colonel. All we know is that the child didn't make it."

Hans let out a sharp cry and reached over the desk; he grabbed the nurse by her collar. The frightened woman pleaded as he brought her closer towards his face.

"I demand to see her!"

Goeth stood up and raced over to the situation; he wrapped his arms around Landa and yanked him backwards. The Colonel, who was shorter than Goeth, screamed and started cursing in German.

"Hans enough! You can't do anything else!"

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

The two continued to struggle until Goeth heard a small scream. A set of tiny hands was yanking on his slacks.

"LET GO OF MY PAPA!"

The voice was so young and yet powerful. Goeth looked down to see a small girl aggressively fighting against him. As his attention focused on her, a set of bigger hands grabbed him by the collar and pulled him backwards.

"Enough!"

The booming voice belonged to Dieter Hellstrom, Goeth's former friend. As the captain let go of Landa, his eyes focused on the little girl. She gave him a dirty look before rushing into the arms of Hans Landa. His quick glimpse of her almost made him cry out in both dismay and joy; her curls, eyes, and wrinkled little nose all were similar to his. Was this what Sophie was trying to tell him—that he had fathered a child with her? He took a few steps backwards and sat back down.

Landa scooped her up and hugged her tightly while glaring at Amon Goeth.

"It's quite alright, Anna…the bad man cannot hurt Papa anymore."

Hans landed a kiss on the side of her head. His hands stroked her back as he continued to hold her.

Amon stood there speechless as the child's angry glare peered into his soul. She was beautiful like her mother—she had Sophie's expression with the mixture of his looks. The fact that this child came out of their union meant that he was meant to be with Sophie.

Thoughts of delusion overcame him—if he could get Sophie out of this wretched place, they could be together forever. Amon sat back, wanting to carry out his actions.

Before anything else could be exchanged, the doctor entered the room and cleared his throat. The entire company turned to see; what was going to be the final verdict?

"I wish to speak with you, Colonel Landa. Your wife demands that she sees you."

Hans grew confused; as he placed Anna back onto her feet and cupped her hand, he followed the doctor.

The bearish man was balding, and his hair was balding. Hans could tell by the look on his stubbly face, there was something more to this miscarriage.

"Is there something wrong, doctor? I understand that the child has been lost…"

The doctor, with his dark brown eyes, gave the Colonel an empty stare before he placed a hand on his uniformed shoulder.

"Colonel Landa…your wife needs your attention. I understand that you must carry out your duties, but you must find a way to stay with Madame for the next few weeks."

Hans bit down on his lip. He had been far less than the perfect husband Sophie deserved. For years he had tried to assert his dominance and for years she had been resistant to change. There was no doubt that he had been selfish—his rank and his duties filled his head with a pathetic feeling of control.

He took a deep breath and looked down at Anna. Her little, fiery, green eyes were swelling with tears; she had no idea what was going on, only that her mother was sick and her new baby brother was not going to come.

"Colonel Landa…?"

The doctor's voice echoed in Hans' ear before he looked at the man and gave a solemn nod. With a smile, the doctor cleared his throat.

"You are welcome to see her now, sir."

Hans took a deep breath and squeezed his daughter's hand. The two followed the large man down the hall until they reached the room.

Sophie was propped up against a few pillows. Her hands were folded in her lap; her hair was a wild mane of curls. She stared out the window until she heard a faint knock.

Her mind was elsewhere, away from this place. As the impeding knock grew louder, she turned her face and saw her husband and daughter standing at the doorframe. With a feeble smile, she extended her hand out.

"Anna…"