@youmissedone cont. from here:
There was a large part of Charlotte that knew she had been incredibly wrong in leaving the safety of their stronghold, especially in her condition. She was showing now, even if it was just a little. The second she did notice the bump, it was like the whole situation had become real, that she really was pregnant. Carlos got that much more protective of her as well, which she didn’t blame him in the slightest. She just couldn’t get over how stir crazy she was after spending so long practically holed up in their apartment. She needed new sights, needed to stretch her legs. And with the upcoming scouting trip, she saw just the opportunity.
It was wrong of her, though, to go. She knew from the beginning it was wrong of her. But in her almost crazed state of needing to get out, she had practically spit in the face of Carlos’s worries. He did this all the time to her, why couldn’t she do it just this once?
It wasn’t fair. This was different. And she knew it.
She deserved the verbal beating he gave her, every word of it. He had every right to be angry with her, and she stood there and took his heat with guilt eating her up on the inside. She really had been stupid, not thinking about what her disappearance could do to her husband. What if something had gone wrong? What if she had lost the baby while she was out? She had been stupid, reckless, and inconsiderate.
Once Carlos had disappeared into the bathroom, Charlotte took the momentary reprieve to suck in a shaky breath, furiously wiping the tears that had begun slipping down her cheeks with her shirt sleeve. She had never seen her husband so upset before, not even when a rival gang of militants had risen up within the ranks of his little army. A simple apology would never be enough to fix what she had done, but it was a start.
“Carlos?” she asked hesitantly, slowly approaching the bathroom. She didn’t enter. “Carlos, I’m...I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t thinking about the consequences when I left, but...but that is no excuse whatsoever for my actions. God, I...” she looked away, furiously scrubbing away her tears now. “I’m so sorry I scared you, querido.”
