This story is AU. In this particular story, Todd hasn't been married to Blair and doesn't have any children with her.
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Todd grabbed Marty in his arms as she looked on the verge of passing out. Todd steadied her as she nearly collapsed in the doorway. "Marty, I'm not dead. I'm alive and well," Todd stated. "Why did you think I was dead?"
"Aunt Kiki told me four years ago that you had been killed in a brutal fight while you were in prison."
"That's not true," said Todd, stating the obvious. "I don't know why she would have told you that."
Marty just shook her head, in a state of shock to see him standing there. "Marty, did you have my baby four years ago?" Todd suddenly asked her.
"Yes, but she died," Marty told him quietly. "Four years ago today."
"I had lupus complications, and she was born early," Marty went on to explain. "She had bright blue eyes and pale blond hair."
Todd stood there, staring into her eyes as she started telling him everything. "I saved a lock of her hair. Would you like to see it?" Marty asked him.
Todd nodded. "Yes. I'd love to see it," he answered eagerly.
She took his hand and lead him upstairs to the room that would have been the nursery had their daughter survived. Todd felt sorrow when he saw the crib and all the other items their little girl never got to use. "Her name was Tabitha," Marty said as she opened a little jewelry box on the dresser and withdrew the strands of hair which were held together by a yellow ribbon. She placed the hair into Todd's hand.
Todd gently touched it, stroking the silken strands as his heart ached. This was definitely the same hair of the little girl who had spent the last eleven days with him. "She's buried in the cemetery nearby," Marty said to Todd. "Right next to Aunt Kiki."
"Kiki passed away eleven days ago. She tried to tell me something before her death, but she died before she could get the words out."
Todd's eyes widened. Perhaps Kiki had wanted to tell Marty that Todd was really alive, but she had died before she could make her death-bed confession. When it all had gone wrong, Kiki must have sent Tabitha back to earth to reunite her parents.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about our child, Todd... but I thought you were dead. I grieved for you... and when Tabitha died, too... so did I. I died inside," Marty told him. "I grieved so deeply, I seldom left the house. I have been in a state of mourning sense, thinking I lost both my precious daughter and the man I loved."
"Thank God you are alive," she breathed as she went into his arms.
Todd held her, tenderly caressing her hair. "I still love you, Marty," he stated. "I'm sorry I hurt you... and I broke your heart."
"I love you, too," she said as she gazed into his eyes.
"Let's go see our daughter's grave," Todd suggested.
Todd knew what Tabitha had meant when she kept telling him that Marty had died when she was a baby. Marty HAD died inside when her daughter died, thinking that Todd had died, too. Staring into the eyes of the woman he loved, Todd wanted to give her a reason to live again.
Marty took the strands of Tabitha's hair from Todd, tucking the precious keepsake back into the jewelry box. With a slight smile on her face, she took Todd's hand in hers. "Alright, Todd," Marty said to him. "We'll go see Tabby's grave together."