*3 months later*
I sit in my personal room on my bed, sobbing loudly. Diane and Lilian try to comfort me but I can't stop. The doctor left an hour ago telling me the horrible news. I cry louder remembering her words
"I'm sorry my lady but there's nothing I can do. You are definitely carrying a child."
She had left me with those words.
I continue to cry spitting theories at Lilian and Diane.
"What if he stops loving me! Or what if he doesn't want the child! Or what if he gets rid of me now!" I sob. Lilian and Diane sit on the bed with me. Handing me tissues every now and again. I hear the bedroom door creak open and I shoo them out.
I walk into our chamber and find Arthur looking at the window. I sniffle and he turns around startled.
"What's wrong love!? Why are you crying?" He asks concerned.
"I'm afraid If I tell you you'll stop loving me." I whisper, tears rolling down my face.
"Impossible." He says lifting my chin. "That is simply impossible." I look into his eyes and pray he's telling the truth.
"I-I-I'm pregnant!" I gasp.
He looks at me with a blank expression and just says "get out." I fall to my knees.