The Hotel in 1893 -

Chapter Two- ???

I wake up to the sound of my door slowly opening. Quickly jumping out of bed, I see that it is only Henry.

"What are you doing here so late?" He usually spends the night in his own room.

"I missed you. And I wanted to know how the baby was doing."

Ah. Of course that's what it was. He had been so obsessed with it ever since I showed signs of pregnancy.

"I am honestly nervous. Henry, I'm Twenty three! I'm not ready for a child! He walked over to me and put a hand on my stomach.

" I can change that if you want."

"What? Henry, how could you? you're not a doctor!" Henry stands up, frustrated by my outburst.

"Actually, I am. I got my degree years ago." He begins leading me out of my room, downstairs and into another room. Having me lay down on a strange metal bed, he pulls out a rag and some liquid. Pressing them over my face, the last words I hear before I fall unconscious are,

"We'll get this child out of you in no time."

[A/N]
HEYO! It's been a while since I updated this! I figured I should, since I have gotten some inspiration to write again. That and I'm FINALLY not super busy. :D whatevs.
~Spinner