<div style="text-align: justify;">Catherine wasn't happy at all as she watched the carriage with her husband ride away. Sure, he had his job, but she felt abandoned and a bit scared. And it wasn't as though she was alone, of course. The servants were here. But it was not the same. She wanted Adam here, the father of her baby. It was partially his responsibility, after all. Even if she was the one handling the morning sickness, the neverending tiredness and the mood swings. Still, she told herself sadly, he didn't seem to care as much.<br/><br/>With her back turned to William, she now had her hands resting on the glass, like a child seeing her parents leave her behind. Warm tears ran down her cheek, and only a very subtle movement of her shoulders was an indication that the young mother-to-be was crying quietly. <br/><br/>When the ghost's fingers caressed her face, Catherine seemed to feel a slight chill, and checked the window to see if it was properly closed. Once the curiosity of that moment passed, Catherine's mind returned to the previous state. She felt miserable, despite the fact that she did her best not to show it. She felt a bit scared with the idea of childbirth, and incredibly vulnerable and alone. It was a pretty sad picture for such a young woman in such an important moment of her life. Deep down inside, she was happy to have a baby, but there were just too many emotions battling for her attention to allow her to relax and simply enjoy the moment.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh, the young woman decided standing here in the window would do her no good, and turned away from it, walking right past William - feeling another chill while she did so - and going to sit on her bed. Once seated, she touched her own forehead and neck, worried about those chills she had felt twice in the past few minutes. Satisfied that she didn't seem to be warmer, Catherine got up again, walking to her armoire and checking the clothes in there once again. She hesitated a little, then pulled out a simple nightgown, planning on getting some rest.<br/><br/>After stretching for a moment - and still  believing to be alone -, the young lady of the house started slipping out of her garments, feeling much more at ease once she had nothing but the simple nightgown she had chosen, and deciding that - since it was only herself and the servants - this would be good enough for her to rest on.<br/><br/>Once redressed, Catherine took a seat on the bed and started braiding her hair, humming softly to herself. She still felt sad, but, for now, was trying to think of the near future of Adam's visit to her, and the hope that he would be happy to spend time with her, and not see it as a bothersome obligation.</div><br/><br/>Catherine's nightgown inside the spoiler:<br/><dl class="codebox"><dt> | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2218/3541/products/71UzEZ9KWPL._UX466_600x.jpg?v=1501064066">[ img ]</a></dd></dl>