Wind blew gently through the cemetery as a lone figure made its way towards a particular gravesite, clutching a bouquet of flowers to its chest. Once reaching the gravesite, the lone figure bent down a certain way in order to place the bouquet of flowers on the gravesite before straightening up again and placing one hand on top of its bulging stomach. Sam let her gaze linger on the name etched into the marble headstone while a single tear made its way down her cheek.
"I wish that you could be with me when I bring our daughter into the world, my love," she said to the empty air.
She swallowed back the sob that was itching to escape.
"I still plan on naming our daughter Angela, because that's what we both settled on for her. I don't know if she'll take after you or me one day, but I'm hoping she'll be every bit as human as me, my love."
The wind blew past Sam again and she could sense the presence of her child's father standing close to her and she could hear his voice in her mind.
'I will always be with you and our daughter, Sam.'
"I know you will," she added softly before turning away from the grave of the man she loved and made her way back towards the gates of the cemetery.
