I look to the window as a single raindrop hits it. Mother Nature is crying again. I like rain sometimes, though they make premonitions of bad things happening at that time. Is this an evil omen?

My love, Cecelia, is gently resting on my lap as I play with her golden locks and look out the window.

We have been married for months now and expect our first child soon. A little girl we have both decided to call Aislinn Marie Crawford. Based on the ultrasounds, she seems small for a baby, but she is still healthy. I have the best doctors to look after the fetus and to help my darling through the labor and delivery.

The most exciting moment of my life was feeling the small infant kicking my hand as I gently placed it on Cecelia's swollen abdomen. She seemed so small, but she had quite a power to her. Cecelia seemed so excited, and so was I.

I looked at the pouring rain as lightning struck, startling Cecelia from her reverie as she clutched her stomach in pain. I asked if something was wrong...

She winced and nodded yes to me as I called my guards for help to aid my wife. I held her hand as we flew to the hospital, though Cecelia's pain did not cease. The doctors ushered me out the room no matter my pleadings.

Something was wrong...

...And I had no idea what was going on...

Was Cecelia all right?

Was our little Aislinn all right?

Are they in danger?

Do they need me when I cannot see them?

Many people rushed to me. Reporters no doubt asking about the baby of Pegasus J. Crawford. I had hoped it would be a secret until little Aislinn was older and not so much in the lime light. My most trusted guards kept them at bay, saying that I will not give information at this time. I made a mental note to raise their pay after this whole ordeal.

After what seemed like an eternity, a doctor came to me, leading me away from the reporters so we could privately talk.

I noticed the sad look on her face and I knew immediately knew that something was wrong. I asked if Cecelia and Aislinn were all right.

"I'm sorry Mr. Crawford," the doctor said, my heart sinking, "but there with the birth and the baby had to be delivered by C-section."

"Is the girl alright?"

"She is under close supervision. The cord was wrapped around her neck and if we hadn't have gotten there sooner...she wouldn't have made it."

My heart sank further when she did not mention Cecelia's condition. When I asked, the girl quieted considerably. My heart was in stomach at her response.

"We did all we could Mr. Crawford...but..."

I did not want to hear another word as I headed to where Cecelia was taken to give birth in. I saw her prone form, hair damp, skin paler than usual, and most life gone from her. I rushed to her side, tears streaming from my green eyes. I shakily take her hand, cold as ice. That temperature scared me to death and I did not feel a pulse from her wrist.

I stare, horrified

My darling Cecelia....

The one that took my pain away from my dreadful past...

The one that brought our child into the world...

The one I loved until eternity...

Was taken from me...

My beautiful angel had fallen...

My angel...was dead....

The nurses call for me...to leave my angel at peace....

I agree...slowly though...

One comforts me in saying I could see my little girl inside the incubator.

I follow her, to the nursery for the sick babies. I see the incubator with my last name on it and see the tiny creature inside. She seems so helpless and alone in there. My arms ache sorely to hold her, though I know it is impossible. She rests peacefully as medicine is fed to her inside of there. I was told her stomach and heart was weak so she had to take special medicine for her heart. As she ages, she will have to have special food that is gentle on her stomach.

I agreed to those terms. Anything to keep this angel alive. I do not want to lose her as well. She is all I have left. I would forget Duel Monsters and Industrial Illusions if I have to.

After some time....

I am able to take the tiny bundle home with me. Holding her for the first time was like magic. After she was out the incubator, she cried when anyone tried to hold her. When asked to hold her, I did. She quieted instantly as I rocked her gently. The doctors and nurses were astounded.

Wrapped securely in a warm blanket, I carried her myself to my home in Duelist Kingdom (Kimo flew us).

When we got home, I took her to a private study with me, her whimpering slightly from hunger. I took a prepared bottle and fed her.

Nothing could tear me away from this precious creature.

She reminds me of my angel in heaven.

She would be proud of this tiny bundle of joy that has been saved for me.

Thank you...for saving Aislinn for me to keep...

Many things are expected to happen...

No...I do not make premonitions....

It is just a feeling....

That the future holds a lot in store for me...

It always has...

I just hope...it will be good...instead of bad....