She rounded on him for only a moment. "Physically yes, you're here, well done." Emotionally he was miles away from her and now she needed the physical space and so she kept right on walking, frustrated tears spilling down her cheeks. She mopped them up with the hem of her cloak and marched on down the road.

He'd done everything right by her, married her, bought them a house, but it was fucking pointless if he wasn't going to be any kind of open with her. She couldn't handle living in parallel, sleeping in the same bed if they weren't on the same page. How were they supposed to have this baby if this was what happened every time one of them got upset? If they couldn't communicate properly?

Wondering if he'd stop and let her be at any point, (the hypocrisy was not lost on her) she refused to look behind her to see. But that was before a sharp pain went stabbing through her abdomen, not entirely unlike the crocodile attack, but this time far more alarming. She stopped quick, doubling over in pain, a desperate whimper hissing out as she stumbled.