Dorothea sat on the edge of the swimming pool. It was early morning and all ready the sky was giving signs that it would turn into another beautiful spring day. Her long slender legs hanging in the cool crystal clear water, she stared down thinking. It had now been seventeen whole days since everything had happened. Since it had finally been finished and her nightmare was destroyed. It had also been seventeen days since Philip had died. Lost in her own thoughts she knew that it was all lies. Time didn't heal anything. In fact the past seventeen days had been utter hell for her. Here she finally came forward with the truth of how she truly felt about her husband. Understood his actions and how it was all to protect her. That she had been lost and terrified through it all and now with everything over, she was alone. Why couldn't she go back in time? Change things and show him how sorry she was. She prayed softly to herself that really this was just some awful nightmare she was having. That she would wake up and everything would be all right. But here she was, sitting in this big empty mansion and pregnant.

She hadn't gone to the doctor's yet. She had only found out three days ago. Looking down at her perfectly flat stomach she sighed. Why was this happening to her now? Why did it all feel like a soap opera? Thinking back she remembered her thirteen years with Philip. How they decided to stay together, here he was a scared teenager taking care of a little girl. How they became friends over time and struggled together. And finally how they had fallen in love. Thinking back towards the happy memories, she remembered being twelve years old, laughing as Philip used his power to lift her off the ground. Or whenever she watched him from the wings of the theaters whenever he preformed. Standing beside Valentine, smiling with excitement as she watched him hold the audience in the palm of his hand. She really thought Philip was the most amazing man in the world. He was different then everyone else, and whenever she watched him perform she felt like the luckiest girl in the entire world. Out of all the women he could have had…he chose her. He worked so hard to give her the life she deserved and here she was, knowing it was real. She remembered watching him at age twenty-three, dressed in tight leather pants and an open white shirt revealing his smooth chest. Running across the stage with his assistants, making them float as the music and lights built up. The sparkle in his eye whenever he would glance over at her in the wings and smile. Then once the curtain was drawn, how he would run over to her, gather her up and swing her around until she burst out laughing. There she was just a sixteen year old girl, falling in love.

She remembered when he began getting successful, how they traveled the world as the fame began building up. How she was always by his side and now one night in Paris, just a few days shy of her eighteenth birthday, how he proposed. She remembered how perfect their wedding was, and how they made love that night, his eyes locked with hers. And how afterwards he hiked himself up on his elbow and whispered in her ear…

"Flesh is a trap…and magic sets us free."

So many memories of him made her heart ache. Remembering the love they once shared and how she looked at him with eyes of a child. Every single part of him was perfect, and how lucky she felt being his wife.

What had happened?

She wanted that time back. She wanted all that lost time and build off it. To start over fresh…no longer feeling scared. She didn't care about the money or fame…all she wanted was him. Sitting back as the sun shinned down on her she thought of the baby. Children was something Philip and her had talked about once or twice. He thought it would be a great idea to start having them, but it was mostly her pushing away from the idea. She wanted them to have a baby, but she still felt so young. She didn't know if she would be able to do this without screwing up. They tried a few times and never wore protection, but every month nothing happened. Soon as they drifted apart…it never was brought up again. Then that night before finding out about Quaid's death. She remembered laying in the darkness of their master bedroom before hearing him come in. She watched him undress before slipping in beside her. Then how he turned her over, his beautiful blue eyes locked with her. Slowly he opened her robe and ran his hands down the length of her body. She stayed silent as he kissed her and finally moved himself on top of her, working his way down her neck. She stared up at him as he began to move inside her, pushing her into the bed and keeping up a steady pace. Watching him make love to her, she thought back at when he took her virginity only a few months after meeting. How embarrassed he felt and kept pushing her away. Then finally, how she came to him one night in the motel they were staying with and revealing her naked undeveloped body to him. How she watched him and felt something press against her as she slipped on his lap. Smiling she wanted to show him she wasn't a child…she was a woman who loved him. Now she thought back at them making love in the darkness, and how after he finishes he kissed her softly on the lips and fell asleep beside her.

She had no idea she was pregnant. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind. She knew it had to be Philip's. The baby he always wanted was finally here. Holding back tears she wished this would just stop. What was she going to do? She was hardly able to take care of herself.

Just then D'Amour walked over and sat beside her. Smiling he took her hand.

"How you feeling?"

Dorothea shrugged.

"Just thinking about stuff…"

"The baby?"

Dorothea nodded.

"This is all I have left of Philip, I mean he wanted a child so badly but it never happened…I'm so confused, like I'm under water or something."

"Do you want the baby?"

Dorothea looked over.

"I don't know, part of me is scared…I know there's nothing that can hurt me anymore, but it's weird, I know I'll never be alone but with Philip gone…I just don't know."

"If you would like…I mean I know I can never replace Philip, but I'll could stay…"

"I couldn't ask you to do that, you did so much all ready…"

Dorothea smiled over at D'Amour as he looked out at the water.

"I stayed because I wanted to, and I ended up finding comfort in a lot of things, you're my friend Dorothea and I want to stay…not just to take care of you, but to start fresh."

"You mean you would leave everything behind?"

"There's not much to leave behind in New York anyways…I like it here and I like helping you, maybe we could raise the baby together, I would never attempt to be anything else but a friend to you or a second father to your child."

"I know that Harry, I just don't want you feeling like you need to take care of me."

"I don't…you're my only friend I got left, and this baby…well I liked Philip in the end and I know he was a good person who loved you, I think he would of wanted you to have the baby and move on."

Dorothea fought back tears.

"I just miss him so much…"

"I know you do, but we'll take care of each other…and this baby, we'll show him or her who his father was and what he did for you."

Dorothea wiped a silent tear from her face before faintly smiling.

"I would like that, I mean this entire time I wanted to die and just be with him, maybe this baby is a sign to live, to move on…"

"I think so to."

Dorothea nodded before looking out, she decided to move on, have the baby and hold onto these memories she had of Philip. Inside her was growing their child, and she was going to prove to herself that she was strong…that Philip made her this way.