#hamau

She shouldn’t have written to the general.

Well Kate had and that was that, her husband wasn’t terribly high ranking - she doubted though that she could convince him to return Peter home. It wasn’t what they normally did, but still Kate had hoped that something would happen. Apparently being a woman meant that she didn’t have much clout despite being Derek Bishop’s younger daughter. She had money to her name, a brain in her head but that still didn’t mean much. 

Even if Peter had gotten a significant social boost from marrying her. 

Kate had only found out about her pregnancy fairly recently, well recently in the grand scheme of things. It had been what had prompted her to write to the general because at least Peter deserved to meet his child. They’d all fight in the war until it was won. She was certain that they’d win, Kate had to be - but still there was always the promise of casualties. Always the promise that she’d end up alone and raising their child, in the place they had uptown. 

She didn’t like that thought, in fact Kate hated that thought. 

Still maternity corsets were terrible, morning sickness was terrible and Kate often spent her time in the window seat reading. Their local newspaper was an interesting read, written by a Master Jameson who was...pro English. Kate didn’t like sponsoring them but she found it her only way to really keep up with the war efforts - or at last the only one that was close enough for her to get her hands on. It frustrated her a lot that she wasn’t able to do much, when she wanted to.