Someone was carrying her. Celine didn't know who it was, but she started to cry unconsciously as the person lifted her. Something was very wrong with her. Or maybe there was a different sort of problem. Maybe something was right with her, but so right that it had to start terribly. In the very back of her mind, in the part that could still imagine things even though the person was unconscious, she could see her mother, as she had been when Celine was fourteen years old. She was pregnant with her last child, Gabriel, although Celine hadn't known it then. And she, too, had thrown up, fainted, and generally lost her memory, only she had tried to spare her family knowing about it.
Not that Celine was completely uneducated when it came to pregnancy. She knew, of course, how babies were made, and her mother had warned her that the actual birth would hurt, although she assured her the pain was only temporary. But this... the throwing up, the fainting, and the fog... this, she had neglected to tell her daughter;whether to spare her worry or because she had simply forgotten was never to be known.
What if Celine were pregnant, though?
She couldn't have denied, if she'd been conscious, that this would have brought her joy.She had wanted to be a mother ever since she had met her first lover, Randver, but she had been too terrified to actually go through with it with him. Yet, she longed to be a mother, especially now that she would never see her family again.
But Willem would never believe her, or so she thought. He probably wouldn't believe she was going to be all right because Amelina had died, so he must think she was going to die too. She could hardly blame him for that, but it did make things more difficult. She wanted to tell him so badly, but the fear of him not believing her held her back. Yet she was tired of being sick and she wished she could tell someone....anyone. And then maybe that someone else, someone who had a wife and children, could comfort them both. It was something she had wanted to tell Willem herself, but it was a sad fact. For his peace of mind- and to ensure that he believed it- Willem would probably have to be told the news of Celine's pregnancy by someone else.
As the soft breeze of movement hit her face, Celine opened her watering eyes and the tears came from her eyes in two streams. When she saw Willem's face as he lay her on the bed, it only made her weep harder. She was right... he did think she was dying...she thought she could see it in his eyes. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore, but clung to his neck and cried into his shoulder. She was so tired of this illness. She knew he would perhaps be frightened even more if Willem saw her crying too, but suddenly she didn't care a whole lot. One person could only keep so much grief and stress inside them.