348. “You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.” 359. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” A/N: I'm sorry I haven't gotten an imagine up in a few days! I'm trying to be more consistent but I'm going to be leaving for a week next week. :( You sighed and stared at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room as you fiddled with the lace on your dress. You sat in the wooden rocking chair in the living room of your now empty feeling house. It had been 3 months since Lafayette had left for the war but hours were feeling like days especially with your mind racing with memories of the two of you. *Flashback to 3 months earlier* You felt the bed gently shift as you squirmed around under the covers, relishing the feeling of the warm silk sheets against your skin. You opened your eyes and grimaced as you adjusted your sight to the blinding sunlight that was making its way inside through the window. You look over to Lafayette, who was already out of bed and pulling on his clothes. You watched silently and admired his amazing body. "Y/N?" He asked, amused. That was enough to snap you out of your little trance. He smiled over at you and crawled back on the bed, "Did you enjoy last night, mon cher?" He asked with his rough French accent. "Mhmm," you hummed in response, stretching out your arms and preparing yourself to get out of the comfortable bed. As soon as you stood up, you whimpered and realized the pain in your thighs and hips. "Oh shit, sorry Y/N." Lafayette cursed, rushing to your side. "I guess I should've gone easier on you..." He joked. "Ha ha, very funny." You said sarcastically, you could easily walk on your own but that didn't mean you still weren't sore. You both pulled on some clothes and soon came to the realization that he had to be at the docks soon. You sighed sadly as you were both about to walk out of the house and into the city. You didn't live far from the docks so you figured you two would just walk, before you could open the door you felt a hand grab a hold onto yours. You smiled up at Lafayette and opened the front door to begin the sad walk to the docks. The streets were packed, crying wives and children everywhere. Many young soldiers saying goodbye to their parents and lovers, tearful goodbyes. As soon as you'd reached the front of the crowd, you both stopped and faced each other. "I guess this is goodbye." You said, your voice weak. You couldn't look him in the eyes, your gaze fixed on the cobblestone beneath you two. "Amour," Lafayette started, grabbing your chin and lifting it up so your eyes would meet his. As soon as you looked into his eyes, your heart shattered. His deep brown eyes always had the power to completely suck you in, your emotions all deemed helpless. "I will never forget you. Not a day will go by in this Revolution that I will not think of you. You are my one and only, my angel." He said lowly, making it so that only you could hear. You refused to cry in front of him, you refused to let him see you break down. It would only make the situation worse. Without another word, you gently kissed his lips and gave him a tight hug, and silently turned around. You started making your way back home, sobs taking over your body as you let the tears fall freely from your eyes. As soon as you got home you slammed the front door and flopped on the couch, burying your face in your arms and sobbing. *End of flashback* As you still say in the old rocking chair, you glance over to the couch and cringed at the memory of your pain the last time you were on it. You'd never cried that much in your entire life. You could physically feel your heart clench in your chest as your mind filled with even more thoughts of Lafayette, you weren't worried that he'd get hurt out there, he was a smart man. You were more worried that he wouldn't be home in time for the baby. You had received news maybe a month or so ago from your doctor that you were expecting, and it's not that you weren't excited, you and Lafayette had talked about having kids many times, just not when he was in the middle of the war. You two had been exchanging letters frequently but you'd never brought up your pregnancy to him, it takes a long time for both of you to receive your letters in the first place. You felt as if a piece of your heart was missing when you were without him, you re read his last letter in your head; My dearest Y/N, Mon amour! son si difficile d'être sans toi, tu me manques énormément. (My love! its so hard being without you, I miss you dearly.) How are things back home? I wish I could see you again mon ange, but unfortunately I have another 6 months to serve as an aid to General Washington. Not a day has gone by that you have not taken over my thoughts completely. You are the light in my life mon cher, Je l'espère de vous entendre à nouveau bientôt. Je t'aime, Y/N. (I hope to hear from you again soon. I love you, Y/N.) Yours, Lafayette. *2 months later* You still hadn't told Gilbert that you were expecting, it's just so hard to do in the form of a letter. You sighed and after a long time of thinking, you knew what you had to do. You sat down at your writing desk with a quill and parchment and quickly scribbled out a letter to General Washington. You were sure he gets these types of letters all the time, poor wives left at home longing to have their husbands return. You made the letter brief, only explaining your situation and that you wanted the General to inform Gilbert as soon as possible. You hurriedly mailed it and now it was back to waiting. *Lafayette's POV* God, this war was messy. So many things happening at one time, it's all so overwhelming! Y/N consumes my thoughts every waking day and every night, her beauty swirls around in my mind, not letting me sleep without picturing her gorgeous face. I sat under an apple tree at our camp, there hasn't been a battle in days so everyone had just decided to settle down a bit. Although there hasn't been any action lately, that doesn't mean we can let our guard down. I'm always ready to fight no matter what, I guess that's just the way I am. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by mon ami, Alexander's loud voice. "Lafayette, the General said to meet him in his tent immediately." I groaned and lifted myself off the ground. What could it be? I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? I cautiously open the flap to his tent to see the General with his head in his hands, he looks extremely stressed out. The General and I have always been close, more like a father son relationship. "Sir?" I questioned quietly. "Sit down." He muttered sternly, motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I-Is there anything you need from me sir?" I ask carefully. "Yes in fact, I received a very interesting letter earlier today." George started, getting up from his seat and picking up a piece of parchment from his desk. I looked up at him confused, but kept listening. "It was from your wife," my eyes widened. Did something happen? Is something wrong? Is she okay? So many thoughts raced through my aching head. Before he could continue what he had to say, he handed me the letter. Nothing could prepare me for what would happen next. As I scanned my eyes over the words written in her gorgeous hand writing, I felt my heart drop and my stomach clench up. I bury my face in my hands when I finish the letter. I was beet red and almost close to tears. How could I do this to her? This is all my fault! "Marquis." George's loud voice rang, making me look up. He never called me by my ranking unless I was in trouble. "You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?" I hung my head down in shame at his words. "Son, we are in the middle of a revolution here. You can't leave your wife and child alone at home wondering if you'll even come back." I felt my eyes get wetter, I quickly wipe the tears away as if to pretend they weren't ever there. I hear the General sigh, before he begins to talk again. "I want to let you go home, I really do. Your wife needs you home, tell me Lafayette, does she have any servants that can take care of her?" "N-No." Another sigh escapes his lips, "I can't have you stay here. I know how important the war is for you but I refuse to stand by and miss a huge part in your life that you would be taking for granted if you stayed here." The General's words sunk deep within me, his words always had a profound effect on me, and he was right. I can not leave Y/N and our baby alone, especially with no one to care for them. I couldn't help but feel remorse as I left Washington's tent. He was unable to have children and him and his wife always longed to have them, so that his amazing legacy would live on. I know how important the matter is to him and I can not disappoint the closest figure I have to a father in my life. *Narrator's POV* It had been about 4 days after you'd sent the letter that you had gotten a response. You carefully unfolded the letter that was sent from George Washington and read over it, the sum of letter was that he had informed Lafayette of your predicament and had sent him home. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you read those words. Your love, your Lafayette was coming home. George specified that he didn't know exactly when he was to return, but the camp that they stayed at was not far. So now all there's left to do is wait. It was hard to keep yourself calm when your mind was just racing, what if he was mad? You wouldn't be surprised if he was, this is all so difficult. You sighed and walked over to the full length mirror you had in your shared bedroom, admiring your figure. As your hands traveled down your waist, you felt a small bump starting to form and when you turned to the side, you noticed it even more. As you stood in front of the mirror rubbing your now round-ish tummy, you jumped as you heard the sound of the front door unlock. You could've sworn your heart stopped right then and there and before you knew it you were making your way down the grand staircase to see none other than Gilbert. His eyes widened at the sight of you, his face visibly lighting up as he took in all of your features, looking you up and down and stopping at your stomach. He took a few careful steps towards you and grabbed both of your hands in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked quietly, searching for an answer by staring into your E/C eyes. You had never cried in front of Lafayette before, it's not something you like to do in front of anyone. You don't want to seem weak. He could easily see that you were holding back your tears. "Let it out, darling." He whispered, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you. That's all you needed to hear as you rested your head on Lafayette's chest, listening to his heartbeat and taking in his scent of gunpowder and cologne. You cried into his chest as he rubbed your back, reminding you that he loves you. You quickly pulled away however, "I-I'm so sorry! This is my fault. You shouldn't be here, you should be out fighting in the revolution that you care about so much." You whimpered. "Y/N, I will put you before anything else every time, you are more to me than any revolution. But you can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things." You were silent, you didn't know what to say and right now you were just relishing in the moments you had with him. He once again moved closer to you and placed a gentle hand on your round stomach, "I love you and this baby more than anything in this life. I'm so happy to have a little Lafayette running around here in a few months." He laughed, kissing your forehead.
