My head snaps over to the door. Garte stands there, tall and strong. His smart eyes are confused, which only happens once in a while. His grip on the door knob is gentle, like he's more relaxed than I've seen him in, well, years.

"I... Yes! We're having a baby...!" I exclaim with so much hesitance in my voice even I can notice.

"We agreed not to have another baby for a while..." Garte says, basically acting like it's my fault for getting pregnant.

"I-I know but... We're having a baby." I say, forcing a smile.

Garte bites his lip, unsure of how to react. I think he tries to be happy but it's obvious he's slightly angry. He's right, we did agree not to have another baby at least until both boys were in school. I'm not even sure if Garte wanted another baby, he's pretty happy having two healthy little boys.

"Zianna, a-are you...?" Garte asks, making sure I'm sure that we don't want to have an abortion.

Fury slightly fills me. I know this isn't his child but... How could he say that? Even if it was his own child, would he say that?

"Yes Garte, we're having this baby." I say sternly. This time, I make the calls here.

"Okay." He takes quite a deep breath. "How far along are you?"

"I... Doctor Parker says about 8 or 9 weeks." I lie, making up a time frame.

"All right well... Good, I guess." Garte says.

He walks out swiftly while shutting the door. I wait for the soft click and make sure we can't hear footsteps. Then I turn to Doctor Parker, a look of confusion and shock appears on his face. It's clear he's stunned.

"Zianna, I told you it was four weeks-"

"I know but... It's not important." I decide not to tell him either. He doesn't need to know about my affair.

My hands are folded and shaking, I'm more nervous than ever before, even more nervous than the several times Garte has come close to hitting me. How could I do this to him?

More importantly, how could I do this to the child I'm carrying?

"I... Okay, Zianna. I'll just let myself out then. Have a good afternoon." He says as he walks out, shutting the door.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my face buried in my shaking hands, my arms so wobbly I'm barely able to hold my head up. Beads of sweat drip down my neck as I sit there, the shaking has calmed down but the thoughts have not.

How could I have done this to so many people? I cheated on my husband, possible ruined my boy's lives and this baby's life and I'm pretty sure Garte will try and kill Theodore. But will he really kill his own brother, the brother he would be so happy to see after Theodore being declared missing for more than four years at this point?

I gently lift my head from my hands. Maybe Garte doesn't have to know. Maybe the baby will look just like me, like Zane does. And if not, Theodore and Garte share the same genes, don't they? So they'll just assume that the baby looks like the uncle lost years ago. Maybe it will be a good reminder.

Oh, who am I kidding? They're gonna know.

I get up and walk over to the side on my side of the bed, the carpet making brushing noises. I open the drawer gently, making sure that nobody can access the letters without looking in the drawer, and they won't be able to see them easily. I folded them several times and tucked them all the way back in the drawer so they're barely visible. Honestly, I don't think you could notice them unless you knew they were there.

Looking at the letters, it got me thinking.

I think Theodore has a right to know he has a biological child on the way. I think he has a right to know but I know Garte won't let Theodore see him. But I know that if I had a child out there that I didn't know about and then just suddenly find out I had a kid in another village I think I would be pretty upset.

Yeah, Theodore definitely has the right to know about his child.

I take out a piece of paper and a pen stored on a shelf in the closet. Garte keeps paper there, he sometimes does work in the bedroom when he really should be sleeping. It irritates me but I knew what I was getting into when I married the heir to the O'Khasian throne.

I begin to write, my handwriting quick and sloppy. I almost got caught the last time Garte walked in while I was writing a letter. The lines of the letters aren't completely straight and the words are slightly slanted but it's still legible, which I think is a good thing.

I finish up the letter and fold it completely up, tucking it back where all the other letters are. I hear a knock at the door and slam the drawer shut. I shut it so fast it felt like it was gonna fall apart. I stand up straight, taking a deep breath to get my nerves out. I walk over to the pure white door, gripping the door knob and turning it. Upon opening it, I see Garroth. He rubs his eye and looks up at me. His cheeks are blotchy and red.

"What's wrong buddy?" I ask him gently, kneeling down to his level.

"I don't feel good..." He says, still gently rubbing his eye.

"You don't?" I ask, gently taking his hand away from his eye.

I tilt his head and kiss him on the forehead, it's obvious he has a fever. I furrow my eyebrows and gently place my hand on his forehead. He's so warm I'm surprised he's not crying.

"You are warm, buddy." I say, gently stroking the sandy blond hair on the back of his head.

"How about we go to your room to get some rest. Does that sound good?" I ask him.

Garroth nods in response, he looks sicker by the moment. I gently take his hand and walk him to his room. He slowly walks, it seems like I'm dragging him along. We pass maids and butlers who all look at us like he's in trouble, even though he's not. Even though I love the maids and butlers, they are very quick to jump to conclusions.

We get to his room and I turn the knob, opening the door up and letting him in before me. He walks into the middle of the room, turning around and waiting for me. I leave the door cracked a tiny bit and pick up Garroth, sitting down on his bed and then gently laying him on my lap. I kiss the side of his head, looking at the wall straight ahead of me.

"How long have you not been feeling good?" I ask him.

"I dunno. Daddy said to come to you because he was busy." Garroth responds, pulling at his fingers.

I sigh. Of course Garte couldn't take time to take care of his own kid.

"How did he say it?" I ask him.

"He said, 'Go see your mom, bud.' But he didn't sound very happy. He sounded kinda mad." Garroth's sea blue eyes meet mine.

"He didn't, huh? Well I'll have to talk to Daddy then." I tell Garroth gently, making it seem like we aren't gonna fight. I know how scared he gets when he hears Garte and I yelling.

I think of things to talk to him about. I know I get limited time with him, since Zane is such a momma's boy. Garroth is also a momma's boy, but he would always tend to lean more towards Garte when he was a baby.

"Hey Garroth?" I break a brief silence.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"How would you like a little brother or sister?" I ask him as he looks at me. I smile brightly at him, but he furrows his eyebrows.

"I already have Zane." He says, sounding pretty grumpy.

I laugh a tiny bit. He's always been our goofy little boy.

"Well how about a new brother or sister?" I ask him.

"A new one?" He asks. His blue eyes smile with excitement.

"Yeah, you're gonna have a new little brother or sister, buddy!" I say cheerfully, trying to hide the squirming expression in my face.

"You're gonna have a baby?!" He asks, his jaw dropped to the floor.

I laugh a little at his excitement. He was only two when Zane was born, so I don't think he really understood the concept of a new baby. But you can tell he really does now.

"Yeah. Isn't that exciting?" I ask him. Garroth nods enthusiastically.

"Do you want a brother, or a sister?" I ask him, assuming he'll choose brother.

"Sister. I already have a brother." He says to my surprise.

"Wow buddy, I didn't expect you to choose sister." I tell him. He gives a bright smile.

"But she can't steal my toys." He says to me in a matter-of-fact way.

"I'm sure she won't, GarGar." I laugh at him.

A gentle knock is at the door. The door fully opens and Leo stands there, looking solemn but he gives a bright smile once he sees Garroth. Garroth smiles and waves at him.

"Hi, Leo!" He says.

Leo waves back with a smile on his face. "Hey, buddy. How are you?"

"Not good..." Garroth responds.

"Well why's that?" Leo asks in a very curious tone.

"I don't feel good." Garroth says in a sad, grumpy mixed tone. I smile at him.

"Well that's not fun. I hope you feel better buddy." Leo smiles at Garroth, but once he looks at me his smile drains a little bit.

"L-Lord Ro'Meave asked for you. He's in your bedroom." He nods at me. I sigh, realizing he's probably mad at me for something that was literally the slightest mistake.

"Thanks, Leo." I say. He gives a small nod and leaves the room, leaving the door open. I turn to Garroth and put a gentle hand on his head, feeling how warm he is.

"Okay, GarGar, I'm gonna go talk to Daddy for a bit, okay? I'll be back in a bit." I tell him gently.

Garroth nods, climbing off my lap and laying down in bed. I get up, smiling softly at him and walking out the door.

Maids, butlers, and guards seem to be semi-calm today. They aren't rushing around like normal, I believe because it's almost the end of the day, and obviously they have families to go home to. I walk through the large hallways, but not going too far as Garroth's room isn't too far from ours.

I turn the knob, prepping myself for screaming, possibly yelling. Opening the door, I take a deep breath. I look to see Garte stand up immediately. I raise an eyebrow. My eyes avert over to the drawer.

It's wide open.

Oh sweet Irene no...

He didn't find out...

God no!

"Z-Zianna..." He says, holding up papers, exactly the same as the papers I used to write letters and the papers that look the same way from the letters received from Theodore.

My heart drops.

"W-What is this...?"

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You guys I tried explaining my books to my friends and I said "They're about kids with cancer and affairs." Clearly meaning two separate books and my teacher hears it and she says "Kids with cancer having affairs?"

Like sure. We'll go with that.

Thanks for reading! Bye!
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