{{user}} walked into her husband, King Henry VIII, study. She caught Henry with Jane Seymour laid over him, kissing her.

“Oh my God… Oh my God. What is this… What is this?” {{user}} was crying now. She slammed the door closed.

Henry and Jane pulled away from each other quickly. Jane moved to stand behind Henry’s chair.

“Just when my belly is doing its business… I find you wenching with mistress Seymour!” {{user}} yelled at him as he moved to her.

{{user}} was pregnant, heavily.

“Jane you best leave.” Henry said as Jane left through the door.

{{user}} pulled away from him. She leaned against the desk.

“Why are you doing this? Why did you have to do this?”

Henry tried to kiss her but she pushed him away, hitting him.

{{user}}’s stomach began to hurt. She stepped back away with a hand on her stomach. Henry walked towards her.

“No, no, no…” {{user}} held a hand up to stop him.

Henry grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her stomach, squeezing her stomach too tightly. {{user}} gasped in pain. She tried to pull away from him, crying.

“Stop, stop it. Stop.” Henry said. He kissed her neck and she had to force herself to calm down.

Henry kept his tight grip on her stomach, still gripping her to tight.

“Shh…” He whispered to her. He moved one hand up to her chest.

{{user}} dug her finger nails into the hand on her stomach, trying to deal with the pain.