My first trimester passed as well as could be expected. Mornings and some afternoons spent hanging over the toilet. Thankfully, I was able to convince Jean-Luc to allow Remy and I to move back to New York to the Institute, where the student body had exploded, so Remy and I were needed in any course. Remy taught French and held Danger Room sessions for many students, while I managed to teach history. I walked into my first class of the day, prepared for the many questions that I knew the students would have about their still uncompleted homework.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Mrs. LeBeau."

"Any questions over the homework before we begin our discussion?"" I asked my class. I waited for a response, knowing that everyone was looking around. "Well?"

"No one seems to have any questions, Mrs. LeBeau."

"Thank you, Jean. Alright, if everyone will take out their notebooks and textbooks, we will begin our discussion about the French Revolution." I began the discussion, allowing it to take the usual turns as a discussion should. I ended class early, pleased with how attentive and how much participation the class had in comparison to normal. I also canceled the rest of my classes for the day, knowing that the younger groups could use a chance to re-read the assignment. Plus, Remy said he had a surprise waiting for me in our suite of rooms.

When I walked in, I was pleasantly surprised to smell an overwhelming scent of flowers all around me. I heard the door behind me open up again and immediately recognized the scent of the love of my life, who wrapped his arms around me and my rapidly expanding middle.

"And how is the mother of my child doing today?"

"A bit better, my love. And how is the father of my child doing?"

"Well. But first things first," he turned me around and kissed me like he would never be able to kiss me again. "Xavier needs me to go on a mission, a recruiting mission."

"When do you leave?" I asked, nerves immediately hitting me. Stupid hormones.

"Tonight, after dinner. I had a spectacular evening planned for us, too."

"Any particular reason for these plans?"

"Well, it's for our anniversary."

"Our anniversary? Remy, we've only been married for nine months."

"Not that anniversary, Chere. The anniversary of when we first met."

"You remember that day?"

"Of course I do. It was the day that I laid eyes on an angel, one that I knew that I wanted to marry. And marry that angel I did. So, in celebration of the day that truly changed my life, I had a romantic evening planned out for us."

"Well, the thought is appreciated, but we can always have that evening when you get back from the mission." I felt his lips connect with my nose.

"Chere, you are amazing. I love you so much." I felt his hands move down to my stomach. "And you, little one, are going to be as amazing as your mother."

"Remy, you know that the baby can't understand what you are saying, right?"

"Of course, but that doesn't mean that she can't hear me, and I want her to know that her father to loves her very much."

"Oh, they're a girl, are they?"

"Of course. And she will be as beautiful and charming as her mother is."

"Oh, I'm the charmer, am I? I'm pretty sure you hold that title, my dear."

"Chere, you wound me." I gave him a small shove, laughter boiling over.

We spent the afternoon together, discussing plans for the baby, such as where we could put her up for adoption, and what we would name her. I would never tell Remy this, but I knew that our baby was a girl. I had had a check up with Hank and he was able to tell me the gender of our baby. I didn't have the heart to tell him the gender.

Remy left for the mission that night, and for the first time in a long time, I slept alone. And the nightmares that plagued me came running back. I could feel the fear of the people as they looked on Apocalypse.

"Welcome back, Princess. How is the child doing?"

"What do you want, Apocalypse? I do not have time to be bothered by you."

"I was checking on my partner in arms. I hope you are eating right and getting plenty of rest."

"It doesn't matter, because you will never lay a hand on her!"

I forced myself back to the present and felt Jean reaching out with her powers again. A nightmare had invaded her mind and was controlling her. I made my way out of bed and headed to her room. I ran into Charles on my way there.

"Analise, you heard her, too?"

"Yes, Professor. She is in a lot of pain."

"And how are you doing, Analise?"

"As well as can be expected when I am five months pregnant."

"And everything is going well with the baby?"

"Charles, shouldn't we be helping Jean?"

"Right, sorry. Just haven't had a chance to talk to you in a while, since your wedding, I believe."

We went into Jean's room, and were able to wake her up from her dream. After agreeing to more training with Charles and me, she went back to bed. Charles and I exited out of the room as quietly as possible.

"Analise, I know that this pregnancy has been hard emotionally on you, because you know your child's fate. But, I want you to know that we will be here to help you no matter what."

"Charles, I… I…" I broke down crying. I'm still blaming the hormones. "What am I going to do? I want to keep her so badly, but I know that I can't. And it breaks my heart that my daughter will grow up thinking that Remy and I don't love her when that couldn't be further from the truth. I just, I want to be able to love this child and show her that love every day. But I won't be able to."

I'm not sure how long it was that I sat there, crying while being comforted by a man I had come to call my friend. Minutes? Hours? All I know is that time passed. The only time I would have to spend with my child, my Angel.