Note: I'm not sure of what to think of this chapter. Please tell me if you think I should change it or anything.
BloodyDemonEmpress: It's been a while. I'm glad to hear from you again. And thank you for saying that. I'm glad you could at least find some time to leave a review. I got used to your opinions. Welcome back.
DarkRiku'sGirlfriend: I did like your chapter idea. The only problems are 1) The baby will be born. You'll find out why in a later chapter. 2) I'm not sure of how I'm going to end this. If you want to write a second possibility of what happens, go ahead. You have some pretty good ideas.
NekoGuyFan: He will die. That I will guarantee.
NightHawk666: Yes, it will be born. As for the powers it will have, you'll have to wait to find out since that will give too much away if I answer.
Lady woke up to the sound of Rona and Dante arguing. She couldn't understand what it was about and was going to ask Trish until she saw she wasn't in the room. Lady had been there for a month and, already, she was beginning to see why Dante wanted her to help with Rona. She supposed her pregnancy was making her even more stubborn and independent. But then she only allowed Vergil to help her. It was obvious that she still loved Dante, but she almost seemed afraid of him. Lady couldn't understand why except that Rona had lost her memory and had learned that Dante once proposed to her. Was that the reason for her favoring Vergil so much? Or was it something else?
Standing from her mat on the floor, Lady stretched, listening as her back popped. She never had gotten used to sleeping on the floor. She would be sleeping on the couch only Dante had claimed it since his room was taken and not by him.
She walked into the next room, finding that Rona and Dante were arguing in the bathroom. It wasn't exactly a place she would have chosen to argue in but then they were different from her. Rona might have gone in to stop the fight while Dante would have wanted to get his point across and followed her in. Lady soon felt sorry for Rona if she wanted to be alone and had Dante following her, hounding her about who knows what.
It was then that their words became clear.
"I can't, Dante. It'll be too dangerous." Rona tried to leave, only to have Dante block the doorway.
"And it'll be too dangerous if you try to have it here. What would happen if demons attacked? We'd have to choose between helping you and fighting."
"You and Vergil would be able to fight while Lady and Trish helped me. It's not that hard to figure out." She shoved at his unyielding arm. "Or are you afraid that the birth will kill me?"
Dante was silent. Was he afraid that would happen?
His voice hid a sense of fear but not well enough to hide it from Lady. "I want you to have all the help you can get. The only place I know of where that will be possible is a hospital. Please, don't refuse to go to a doctor for this birth. You know I won't stop arguing with you until you do. So save yourself the headache and do it."
Rona looked into his eyes. Would she refuse again? Or would she see his reasons and go along with his suggestions.
"Fine," she said, "I'll do it. But you have to promise me that if the hospital is attacked by demons, you'll take responsibility for it."
Dante smirked. "Of course I will. Why wouldn't I?" He then leaned in and softly kissed her, relishing the feel of her lips after waiting for so long.
Slowly pulling away, Rona looked into his eyes sadly and escaped past him. Lady wondered what was bothering her so much? And why was Dante so worried about where she gave birth to the baby? If she had been asked to act as a midwife, she couldn't guarantee the child would have lived beyond the first night. It seemed like a burden to Rona and wedge between her and Dante. It would destroy everything. Why should it live?
Rona walked into the bedroom she had been sharing with Vergil. The light was off, giving her a sense of safety and security. It was strange how it could after everything that had happened to her in the dark, her rape; her beatings, her silent tears. But it all felt so distant to her when she was near Dante and Vergil. Especially when she was close to Vergil. He seemed so dangerous, but at the same time gentle. He always made her feel like she was important. It was something she couldn't understand, but had accepted.
She lay down on the bed, clearing her mind of the fight with Dante. She believed he was being too protective. But at the same time she could understand at least a little of what he was saying. He wanted to be sure she would live. He wanted her to survive the pain that was ahead. As if she needed to think about that. She couldn't imagine trying to give birth, but was going to find out. Sometimes it scared her, but the realization that Dante and Vergil would always be there quelled that fear.
The baby suddenly kicked, making Rona jump and smile. "You're reading my mind now, little one?"
"You talk to your unborn baby?" Vergil asked, walking towards her through the shadows. He could see her smile as he came closer. Such trust, she couldn't have recovered the memory of what he tried to do.
"Give me your hand." She said, holding out her own to him.
Vergil gave her his hand without hesitation. He didn't know what she was going to do until she put his hand on her belly, immediately feeling the baby kick. A tender smile slowly spread across his lips as he looked into Rona's eyes. "I've never felt anything so amazing."
She chuckled as Vergil sat next to her, keeping his hand where she had placed it. "Now you know at least a little of what I feel every day, now."
Looking into her eyes, he whispered, "Is this why you want to keep it?"
Rona looked away from him, Nevan's voice suddenly speaking into her mind. "He betrayed you, little mother. He's the one that sent Banith. He's the one that wanted you killed." Was it true? Rona wondered. But why did she feel the way she did when he was with her? Why did she feel untouchable when she was in his arms? Why did she feel like she could fly as long as he loved her? But did he love her? Or was he just waiting for her to show how vulnerable she was?
Noticing that she had suddenly become uncomfortable, Vergil took back his hand. "What's wrong?" He asked with great concern.
"N-nothing. I just need to rest." Moving away from Vergil, Rona thought of what Nevan had told her and felt its familiarity. But why had she told her?
"How is it looking now, ghost?" Banith asked the voice.
"Why do you ask me? You already know." The voice answered, full of irritation. "I know her, not the future."
"She will come back. Either that or I take my child back after it's born."
The voice went silent. A feeling of nervousness filled the air.
"So, there's something you aren't telling me. What is it?" Banith looked into the shadows expectantly. He always seemed to expect every answer he wanted from this voice, usually losing his temper when he didn't get it.
"There's something I'll never tell you." The voice answered calmly.
The air seemed to grow cold, the anger and hatred filling the atmosphere. What did the voice hide? Why did it even seem to want to help him in any way?