The moment Henry had found out Y/N was pregnant once again, he turned into the most loving and empathic husband ever, something Y/N hadn't thought possible. Throughout those months of pregnancy, Henry left her untouched, except for the occasional caress of her cheek or a kiss of love. Y/N was relieved that he left her alone.

And throughout those months, Y/N took more time to gather information to send to America. Whenever she got the news of Britain having had no chances of advance, she knew her information had helped.

Everything went fine. For her and for her child.

Until she overheard a conversation between Henry and George, that is.

It was rather late and Y/N should be asleep, but her child kicking her kept her awake. So she got up, pulled on her long, comfortable robe and made her way out of the room, walking through the hallways silently.

Nobody bothered her, as the servants were all used to this behavior from her. A light coming out from under a door pulled its attention to her and she silently made her way towards it, coming to a stop right beside the door.

"I'm sick of this!", a voice said, anger clear in it, and in an instant Y/N identified the voice as Henrys. 

"I lost count of how many times you complained to me about that already," another voice said, George it was, a hint of annoyance lacing his tone.

"But it's true! Just because of that fucking child I have to stay away from her!", Henry complained and Y/N could just see him crossing his arms, glaring at something and imagining something she would rather not want to know.

"Well you need an heir!", George retorted, only for Henry to shoot back "I don't want one! I only want her! I never asked for a child to pop into existence!" "Sorry to say but that is what happens when two people have sex, brother." 

"Stop it," Henry hissed, the sound of it sending a shiver down her spine.

"If she manages to bring the baby alive into this world, it'll die by my own hand," Henry then said.

Y/N felt her blood run cold, her eyes wide. He wants to murder her child? Just because he wanted her as some sort of...fuck toy?

"You can't do that," George said, but Henry chuckled menacingly and replied "I can. And I will. Just you wait."

Y/N couldn't listen any longer. As silent as she could, she rushed down the hallway and back to her room. She had to get out, as soon as possible.

"Laurens, you and a handful of soldiers are to go visit the towns east of Yorktown and make sure the towns are evacuated there. Things are going to get nasty and I do not want any civilians getting in the way," Washington announced and John nodded.

"When everything is fine, head back here and report. As usual. You are dismissed," Washington nodded at him and John saluted, before turning around to gather the soldiers he was supposed to head down there with. 

"Hey, Laurens," Alexander called, running after his best friend, hoping he would wait. John did, coming to a stop and turning around to face him.

John came to a stop before him, out of breath as if he had just sprinted a hundred miles to get to him. 

John chuckled at the sight and said "What's gotten into you?" His laughter died out though the moment he noticed the serious look on Alexanders face. Then the shorter male said "It's about Y/N. I just heard she fled from the royal family again."

Johns eyes widened, especially when he remembered that she was pregnant. And a pregnant woman fleeing from a country, from a family that had the ability to ruin her with just the snap of their fingers, she was just destined to die out there, wherever she was.

"What if something happens to her?", Alexander asked and lowered his voice, not wanting other to hear.

"Alex, don't worry, I bet everything is going to be fine. She can handle herself," John said, to which Alex frowned and asked "What do you mean with 'She can handle herself'? Is there something I need to know?"

John just stared at him and mumbled "Oops," before he grinned innocently and said "I've got to go, see you!" And off he rushed before Alexander could ask any other questions. 

Because Alexander didn't know that Y/N had been an undercover soldier on the American side of the revolution.

John and the soldiers almost had reached the last town. Every town so far had been evacuated and nobody was to be found.

They still kept their guard up, since they never knew when a redcoat might take advantage of them. They approached the final town, their hands holding their riffles tight, ready to shoot the moment they should spot a redcoat.

In the distance they heard a voice laugh. A man. It was more of an evil laugh than a joyous one. Then a scream rang through the town, coming from the same direction the laugh had come from.

Quickly John and two other soldiers rushed towards the sound, while the others spread out. 

Another laugh, silenced by a scream. 

A woman.

When they reached the building it came from, John leaned against the wall, his riffle ready, another soldier standing at the ready on the other side of the door, also leaned against the wall. They nodded at each other, before John barged into the house first.

There stood a redcoat, towering over a woman who laid curled up on the frown, wails of pain coming from her, and without hesitation John shot at the redcoat.

The redcoat groaned and dropped to the ground. While the soldiers that had joined went through the house to check for more redcoats, John rushed over to the woman.

Another pained yell came from her and she curled up even more, her arms wrapped tightly around her enlarged stomach.

When John knelt down to her and took a closer look, his eyes widened with the realization that this was Y/N laying before him, and what horrified him even more was that she seemed to be going through the pain of childbirth.

hello. its me. with a shitty chapter. I swear I've written better ones before. sorry.