Having news for Thomas, your new husband.
After throwing up again. It was clear to you that you we’re definitely pregnant. You had so many of the symptoms. How was Thomas going to take this? You had only just moved to England to live in his family home with his sister, Lucille.
3 weeks later -
Things had become very twisted at Crimson Peak. You had figured out Lucille’s and Thomas’ past and the murders they had committed. Frightened, you carried on everyday trying to think of a plan of escaping this house and family. You need to do it for you and your unborn baby. Thomas had been working loads recently, so you’d barely seen him. You felt so alone - you seriously needed to escape this hellhole.
Late at night, you’d just taken a bath and gone back to yours and Thomas’ bedroom. You sat writing in your diary - ideas, plans, anything helpful you could think of. These siblings were dangerous people so you needed to be certain of what you had to do. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your shoulder. The grip was so strong, you leapt away onto the floor. It was Lucille. She grabbed the diary, flicking through the pages with serious anger in her eyes. Your heart sank. Quick, think - you needed to do something, but before you knew it she had fled the room.
You tried to calm yourself down, before running to find Thomas. You ran so fast but so lightly, you didn’t want Lucille to hear you. What was she going to do to you?
He was in his workshop. You burst through the door, panting heavily leaning on the wall - he ran to you holding you up. “Hey, Hey! What’s wrong?” he asks concerned.
You stopped a second to see his pupils expand. The silence echoed in the room. You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.
“Thomas, do you love me?” you stare into his eyes, tilting your head.
“Wha... Yes of course. Why are you asking?” he furrowed his brow.
“Are you going to kill me like the others?” you say before bursting into tears. You could see the pain in his eyes when you began to cry. You seriously loved this man from the beginning. You knew you should probably fear him but there was something about him. He didn’t have the energy of a bad person.
“How do you kn.. fuck all that okay! Listen to me. You have to get out of here before she hurts you too. She’s an evil woman and I promise you I will not let her hurt you.
I really love you, I do...
I just don’t know how this is going to work. She needs to be stopped and I think I’m the only one who is going to be able to stop her.” He turned in determination, grabbed a sharp tool from his workbench.
You stand still staring at him as turns back to face you.
“Thomas.” you pause, pulling yourself together.
“What is it?” he asked softly.
“I..I. I’m pregnant.” you stutter holding back the tears.
“You’re what?” Thomas drops the tool and stares at you in absolute awe and sadness.
“You’re having my baby?” he says in realisation.
Suddenly, you were being pulled into Thomas embrace.
“Y/N, I promise you. That I am going to protect you and our baby with all of my being. Even if it kills me. I’m sorry about everything but I also promise I am going to make it all right. Now, I’m going to go and kill that witch.”
