"Dorothea, come to bed."

Dorothea stood on the balcony of their high rise apartment in New York. A total of three months had past since they first moved here and everything was working out just fine. It had been now nearly half a year since everything had happened. Since their world was turned upside down and Nix returned and then was destroyed. Half a year since they rediscovered their love for each other. Dorothea glanced over her shoulder and looked into the dark bedroom. Swann was laying in bed watching her. Walking back inside, the curtains blowing blew past her. Wearing a long silk nightgown that clung to her body, she slowly rubbed her arms.

"You cold baby?"

Dorothea shook her head before smiling. Slowly getting into bed, she slipped in beside him and snuggled in close to his arms. Swann kissed the top of her head before Dorothea looked up at him. Laughing she gently tugged on his hair.

"What are we going to do about this hair?"

Swann smirked.

"I know, it's falling out pretty fast."

"I like it."

"You mean better then my old hair, down to my shoulders."

"You still have that, sort of."

Swann put his arms around her and squeezed before she began cracking up. There Swann locked eyes with her and slowly began kissing her.

They had lived peacefully here without any problems. The media had bigger fish to fry and before they knew it their story was out of all the major papers. Many of Swann's agents came forward, wanting to hear his story…how he faked his death and finally came out of hiding. There were even book deals getting thrown around before Swann refused to talk. He told them it was all over and done with and he wanted to forget that part of his life. Now he wanted to focus on Dorothea. But they still came around, one even telling him about how he would be set for the rest of his life if he did a comeback show. But Swann yet again said no. He knew he wasn't in the shape to perform ever again, and wanted to leave that part of him behind. He was no longer the world famous illusionist, he was simply Philip Swann.

They made their new apartment their own, and Dorothea fell in love with the city right away. Almost every waking moment they were together, walking the streets with their arms locked without a care in the word. Swann wanted to make sure he pleased Dorothea. Taking her to shows, dinners, and shopping he loved the idea of spoiling her. Now showing his affection wasn't as hard as it used to be. No longer being afraid he made it clear to her that he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side. Now here they were, living together and looking forward to the future. D'Amour visited all the time. He had now become a close friend of theirs. Just the night before he came over for dinner and spoke about the newest case he was working on. It seemed as though homeless people who lived in the sewers claimed to see what looked like flying bats. Vampires for another word. When asking for Swann's advice, he simply threw his head back and laughed before taking his wife's hand. Looking at D'Amour he smiled and told him he had seen stranger things…so it was possible.

Dorothea leaned in kissing Swann before whispering…

"I'm ovulating."

Swann raised an eyebrow before smiling at his wife. Sliding his hand into her nightgown he took one of her plump breasts in his hand and began to squeeze it. Leaning in and kissing her neck, he heard her lightly moan before looking back at her in the darkness.

"You sure you want this?"

Dorothea slowly nodded before holding onto Swann and kissing him as hard as she could.

The two of them had spoken ever since they decided to live in New York about getting pregnant. Before, children had really never been a topic. During those thirteen years together there were a million reasons why the topic was never brought up. One was Swann was always traveling and working, the next was Dorothea's age. The longer they grew apart, the further the thought of ever starting a family drifted away. Now with no worries in the world, and knowing that time was short, Dorothea thought she was the perfect age to get pregnant and now after everything that happened…she wanted a child more then anything. Only once, when Dorothea was nineteen they suffered a miscarriage. The two weren't even trying when it happened. Dorothea found out only a few months after the wedding and her 19th birthday. With Swann away in Paris she began to panic and called him up right away. He flew back a few weeks later and the doctor confirmed it. She was nearly two months into the pregnancy. This was back when Dorothea and Swann were still very close. Both were stunned at how unplanned this was, but welcomed it with open arms. Swann was even in the middle of taking the rest of the year off when she lost it. Both really hadn't really had a serious talk about what this was all going to mean. But Swann remembered hearing Dorothea scream upstairs. Racing to the bedroom with Clemenzia. There Dorothea sat up, the sheets stained in blood. Looking up at Swann with wide eyes she cried what was happening to her. Taking her to the hospital the doctor finally walked out and told Swann she had lost the baby. Perhaps in the future they could try again.

The miscarriage didn't affect their marriage. Both were upset to a degree, but never really spoke about getting pregnant again. Soon time began to pass and the word of deaths surrounded them. Swann worked more and more, and before Dorothea knew it…they grew apart.

Thinking back, she thought what if she hadn't lost that pregnancy. They would have had a seven year old now. Thinking of how strange that was, she looked up at her husband's handsome face and thought of earlier this year when she almost lost him twice. Thinking of a life without him made he heart ache. All she wanted now was to stay with him and be happy.

Slipping off her nightgown, and opening Swann's shirt, she gently laid back against the bed and stared up at his beautiful blue eyes. Watching him slowly move his hands up her slender frame, she began thinking back many years ago when he proposed.

She was seventeen going on eighteen.

Standing in the wings of the theater, she watched Swann perform in front of a packed audience. Valentine and a few of the stage hands stood around her. Watching with the same excitement she always had, she smiled as he rushed around the stage with the two assistants. Music blasted out of the speakers as everyone clapped and gasped in amazement. Finally Swann took his final bow as the curtain was lowered. Running off stage, Swann locked eyes with Dorothea and smiled.

Right away she flung her arms around his neck and he lifted her off the ground spinning. Dorothea laughed against him before his two assistants walked by, dressed in short silk dresses.

"Good show Philip, how about a drink afterwards?"

Swann smiled at them as Dorothea held onto him.

"Sorry girls, maybe a rain check."

Valentine walked over, a pleased look on his face.

"Lewis said your contact is going up to five million, they all ready sold completely out in Vegas."

Smiling, Swann held onto Dorothea before the driver came around to drive them home.

The entire ride there, Dorothea and Swann couldn't keep their hands off each other. It had finally taken all this time for them to feel free about their emotions. Swann knew people talked behind his back and looked down at them. But in all honest truth he didn't care. He had been doing this all for her, and wouldn't stop now. Laughing, Dorothea sat on his lap and began kissing his neck and running her hands through his hair.

They hadn't really officially stated they were a couple due to Dorothea's age. But for the last five years they hated being apart from each other. On Dorothea's 16th birthday she finally made the decision that she wanted to make love with Swann. Remembering that night, she kissed Swann and knew what a perfect man he was. She was completely and totally in love and couldn't help it.

Arriving at their new LA mansion which Swann had bought for her, the two stumbled up inside and held onto each other laughing.

"Let's go to the bedroom…"

Dorothea tugged on Swann's shirt before he shook his head and pointed to the back patio.

"Outside for a second, I want to show you something."

Dorothea smiled as he lead her through their beautiful house and finally walked back out into the warm night air. Looking around at the darkness…Swann walked her over to the pool.

"Let we take your hand."

Dorothea slipped her hands into his smiling before he shut his eyes. Within seconds they slowly began rising off the ground and hovering above the moon lit water. Dorothea laughed holding onto Swann as tightly as she could before they were midair above the water. Swann opened his eyes and smiled as she looked around amazed. Then…he took one hand and opened it.

There a beautiful stone ring sat.

Dorothea's eyes widened.

"Philip…"

"I know this is right."

Dorothea was speechless as he slipped the ring on her finger. Right away tears blurred her vision as she kept looking down at it.

"It's so beautiful…"

"Is that a yes?"

Dorothea then laughed holding onto him and kissing with all her might.

On her 18th birthday they became Mr. and Mrs. Swann.

Now laying side by side with her husband, covered in sweat and gasping for air. She curled up beside him and listened to his heart beat. Hoping that they had just made a child.