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The dream had become a vision. I could not quite grasp it. It had something to with me drowning…but in what?

I decided not to dwell on it. Instead, I let the months pass quickly, my stomach protruding through my gowns. Cutler surprised me more often in those months by smiling. He smiled at me when I walked down the halls, when I sat with him in the library, when I visited him in his study. I found I enjoyed his company while he worked writing on various parchments and smirking to himself as he read letters from his colleagues. He ordered a piano be placed near his desk so he could listen to me play. I allowed my fingers to scale up and down the keys, letting my heart and soul combine with the music. I pictured myself playing for James when he came home, the sun on my skin, the sound of his voice filling my ears with its deep rich velvet sound. Oliver joined me to speak of our hopes and dreams. He was more like me than I would have expected. We were the best of friends, but would suffer if we were ever married. We quarreled, verbally abused one another, and found pleasure in insulting each other's habits. It was all out of fun and no harm was done. But if we were to be with each other every day…even to sleep in the same bed... Shivers ran down my spine often at that thought. If that were to ever happen I don't believe I would be able to cope.

The days were more tolerable. The months less than long. Time was on fast forward. My life was simple. There was not much else I could have hoped for.

But all of this peculiar happiness put my mind on guard. I was waiting for something grand and terrible to happen. And I had the feeling that it was to happen within a few years.

The day arrived of my labor. I was playing the piano as I usually did for Cutler. That's when I felt it. The searing pain. The water trickle down my leg.

"Cutler?"

"Yes, dear?"

"It's time."

His head shot up. One quick peer at my face and he was out of his chair and picking me up in his arms. He had never done that and I was touched at the fact that he was worried. He was never fearful of anything. He never showed a sign of worry. His spawn was being born and that must have sent him into hysterics on the inside.

We flew up the steps, much to my surprise, and maids ran after us. It took only minutes for me to rip off my gown and pannier. I was in my bed and under the sheets in less time. All I needed was the midwife and doctor before my child would be born.

The pain was unbearable. Cutler was frantic outside, ordering people here and there and threatening to have someone arrested for not giving me prompt attention. He did not dare venture into the room as the sight of my pain was intolerable to him. If only he could have seen the inside of my heart…he would have given me gladly over to James.

James. I wanted him near me more than anything. I wouldn't have cared if it was scandalous to have him with me while I gave life. I would only want to hold his hands. To feel comfort from his words.

But no. That was not to be. I sat there, my face wrenched into pain until those last few moments when my frantic cries became worse. The midwife lifted my legs and through some manner of movements I could not want to think of, I was pushing full force. Air was not enough for me. I needed more of it. I felt this immense amount of pressure and then, the cry of my child filled the room. I lay back on the pillows and gasped for air.

"It's a boy!" The midwife cried.

The pain was over.

"Wait…what's this?" The midwife and doctor were looking at my privates suddenly.

"What?" I cried out.

"There's another!" Someone cried.

"What?!" I screamed.

And then I was pushing again. Pushing with all my might. I felt the pressure again, but this time it was less than before. Another child. I was giving birth to twins.

"A girl!" The midwife called out.

The room spun. I shut my eyes tightly feeling gutted like I had on my wedding night. Everything was in terrible pain.

I had no time to myself as the entire Beckett line came into see me all sweaty and red. They were cheering for the boy, Oliver patting Cutler's overwhelmed figure. He stared at the boy in his arms while the little girl came to me.

She was an absolute beauty. There was no doubt that she would be a goddess when she grew. Her small nose, luscious lips, eyes the color of England skies, cloudy and grey in all their glory. Her hair was black. It was my father's natural hair color. A disturbing black. It was that of the darkest nights in the forests that surrounded Hatfield.

She was small, smaller than her brother but healthier than any other babe.

Her brother was then placed in my arms and I held them there next to my heart as the maid whipped my forehead and the relatives gathered out in the hall to give me some privacy. Cutler came in, the largest grin I had ever seen on his face. He sauntered over to me, drunken with pride, and leaned beside me, his eyes on our children.

"What shall we name them?" His voice was soft.

It took me a moment. "He shall be Aiden and she shall be Delilah."

He chuckled. "Be prepared for torment, dear children, as you names are most peculiar."

I laughed. "They are not. They are beautiful names. They are names of greatness."

He stroked my hair and then kissed my cheek. "You have done everything I asked of you."

"As was to be expected."

He sighed. "My son shall have the best. And our daughter shall be taught the finest of manners."

I realized then that our son was not really ours at all. It was his. He would take him and favor him. Aiden would become the replica of him.

And Delilah would be at my mercy. I would allow her to play with whom she pleased. She would be able to have a childhood. She would be what I always wanted, freedom. And through her I shall have my freedom. She will be my own work of art.

A/N: Delilah's original name was going to be Monet...but seeing as he wasn't around until the 1840's...I couldn't really use that. Though that is one of my favorite names...I was bummed. But Delilah is cute too...well thanks for reading. update is soon to come.