Dear Diary,
   Well, the honeymoon is over. The fun lasted for about a week and it was so nice. I really felt myself falling for him and growing closer to him. But now he is uigizaji cold and distant, and won't talk to me. He has started spending a lot of time at the mens club. He goes just about every siku and comes nyumbani late and drunk. The other night when he came to kitanda I curled up inayofuata to him and he pushed me off of him so hard it rolled me off of the bed. He gasped, and then stormed out of the room. He acted as if he felt bad for hurting me, but he didn't apologize. This morning at breakfast we sat in silence for the longest time as we ate. Finally he spoke up and told me that he would be leaving tomorrow to go to the family hunting lodge for a couple of weeks. I asked him if he wanted me to accompany him, and he very coldly alisema no thanks. After breakfast the family physician came to see me. For the past week au so I just haven't felt right. Some days I feel ok, but other days I feel just horrible. I throw up, but only in the morning, and I feel tired a lot. It is very strange....

The Doctor just left and told me something, and I don't know exactly know what to think...I am with child.

Belle shut the diary. She didn't know if she could read anymore. She ran into the palace, tears streaming down her face, running past Mrs, Potts on the staircase, and ran into her bedroom. She lay down on her kitanda and just cried. So many emotions and thoughts ran through her mind. Was this baby her Mother was pregnant with in fact Belle? Was that horrible creature Auguste her real Father? Oh no...what if her Papa is in fact not her biological Father? Something like this would destroy him. He must never find out. Then another thought crossed her mind...what if this baby wasn't Belle? Maybe she had a sibling somewhere...then a knock was at her door. "It's Mrs. Potts dear...may I come in love?". Belle got up, wiped her eyes and opened the door.
"Wow" was all she could say after Belle told her the contents of the diary so far. "I don't know what to think....is my Papa my real Father? We don't have a lot in common, but then again I have NOTHING in common with this Auguste person my Mother was married to...I just don't understand, and..." Mrs. Potts grabbed her hand, and said, "Oh child, I don't think wewe have anything to worry about with your Father. Best thing wewe can do is to keep kusoma and everything will turn out in the end, you'll see". Belle smiled. She knew she was right. 
Mrs. Potts always had a way of comforting Belle. Even during her first night in the castle, when Belle was scared and lonely, Mrs. Potts made her feel loved and wanted. The only way she would know the truth is if she kept kusoma her Mothers diary. So that's what she would do. "You sit back and relax and I'll bring wewe up some tea." Belle opened the diary back up and began to read again.

The Doctor just left and told me something, and I don't know exactly know what to think...I am with child. A small part of me is happy; I have always wanted to be a mother, and if I have a baby I won't be alone in this dreary big house. But on the other hand, I don't want to bring a child into this world to a father like Auguste...oh good Lord...what is he going to say when I tell him? He will probably be furious. Now I feel frightened. With his anger issues, he might throw me out into the streets...but who knows. That man has the strangest mood swings. I'm going to tell him tomorrow morning before he leaves to go to the lodge.

Dear Diary,
I told him this morning about the baby. I don't think I have ever been so nervous about anything in my life. I caught him right as he was walking out the door. I almost missed him because I overslept....being pregnant has made me extremely tired. I ran down the stairs and called out his name as he was stepping out the door, and he turned around and just looked at me. I asked him if he minded stepping into the study for a moment, I had something I needed to tell him before he left. "Auguste my dear, I don't mean to keep wewe from your trip, but as wewe know the physician came kwa here to see me yesterday because I haven't been feeling like myself lately. Anyways, I'm quite alright, but he did tell me something most interesting." He just stood there, with no emotion whatsoever on his face. I continued on. "Anyways, he told me, darling, that I am...well, he told me that I am with child. We are going to have a baby." At that moment he looked up at me, and asked me if in was sure, and I alisema yes. A smile crept across his face, and he kissed me on the forehead. "This has made me very happy. We must tell our families at once. Then we must celebrate." He left me standing in the study, with a look of shock upon my face.
A few hours later our house was filled with his parents and my family. Everyone kissed my cheek and kissed my belly for good luck. It all felt weird. I'm so tired of putting on this act. It would be one thing if Auguste was this sweet charming man all the time, but he's not. The first week of our marriage was like a dream. Now its like a nightmare, and I can't wake up. The only thing I have to live for is the baby growing inside of me. He made another heartfelt toast, much like the one he made at our wedding. Except this one was to our baby...his future son. Which is completely absurd, there is no way of knowing what the sex of our baby is. If anyone knows au has an inkling of a feeling of what the baby is, its me, and he hasn't bothered to ask me if I think it's a boy au not. 
After his toast he presents me with a small box that is wrapped. I unwrap it and inside is a beautiful diamond necklace. He takes it out of the box and puts in on around my neck. He kisses me on the cheek and whispers into my ear "Things are going to be different now. I'm sorry for being such an punda to wewe in the past. I don't want wewe to fear me; I want wewe to upendo me, because I upendo you, Gabrielle." 
I don't know if he was being real, au if this was another part of his act. I guess only time will tell.