Warning: This chapter is a little graphic. Strong violents, some blood. May be intense for some.

I understand some of you have been waiting and waiting for this chapter, my profile is on reconstruction and I'm going to stop the wait now, please don't rush me so much, I want my story to be perfection, so it might take as long as it has taken to get this chapter updated. I love you all, especially the ones who have stuck with me. Jadepriestess and Ann, Nightshade blue, Zoe334, MOG just to name a few of those. So here you go. Realize that the loss of a child is a serious and sad issue, there is no comedy involved.

So enough with the wait. The story progresses...

It has been said that parents who lose a child also lose the hopes, dreams, and expectations they had for that child. They lose a part of themselves. They lose their future because their child represents their sense of ongoing life. Psychologists believe, because of these reasons, the death of a child is possibly the most difficult loss of all to accept. Unknown

It was often in her dreams she felt most alone. She always found her body dressed in a silk night slip surrounded by thousands upon thousand of white flowers, some in bloom some simple buds. She was always filled with tears and one always managed to escape. She was alone as she could hear the echo of her child, calling for her, in need. She was his mother and she could not even find him, all she could see and smell were the flowers, all she could hear was the tormenting cry of the child she had lost and the sound of water cascading violently. She would run and run and run, but never seemed to be moving at all that was until she tripped. The pain, she could feel the pain not only in the ankle on which she had tripped, but in her collarbone and her head. She would raise her hand high and touch the aching flesh and feel something wet, bringing her hand back down... red crimson had soaked her fingertips. A pool of beautifully clean water would somehow just appear right before her and she could see her wavering reflection... blood ran from the side of her temple and her lip would be bleeding, she looked like something dangerous had fallen on her.

She was all out of breath. She heaved and forgot for an instance her pain, he was calling her again, only this time there were tears in his voice, he was sobbing and she screamed. It echoed throughout her dream world, painful but hollow, sad, but empty. Looking up she saw the shadow of the boy, so small compared to her in size. "Baby!" she wept and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She reached out her arms, struggling to her feet. "Baby, mama's coming." I want to be a mom, she thought, the emotional pain ripping through her at the sight of her recovered son.

"Mama." he exhaled, a sigh of relief. They were reunited, together again and suddenly there was a new pain that shot a wave through her abdomen. She cringed and grunted, falling to one knee. She had an eye squeezed shut in response to the pain that ached through her. She still wasn't with her baby and she was going to be, even if pain exploded through her with every little step she took. She reached a hand out to let him know she was coming and not to worry. She would be with him soon, she would hold him in her arms and shelter him, kiss his golden blond hair and look at his handsome eyes that would show disgust at such a mushy love and she would giggle and stroke his hair from his forehead.

"Mama?" she didn't like that. She didn't want her baby to cry, no fear in his voice. She drew in a breath with a new ache and laughed.

"Don't you worry, handsome, I'm going to be there in a minute, don't move. We can hug and then smell the pretty flowers together… hmm?" she wince and son she could see him clearly, no more shadows to block the detailing of her beautiful little boy. She tripped again and her whole body rocked.

"Mama!" he screamed.

She looked up and the sky changed from the soft white and blue to devouring black tinged with red. She cried out, looked at her baby as her dream world rocked again, violently, trying to keep mother and son apart.

The scream her boy let out again without her name was bony chilling, blood curdling. She felt sick the same wave through her stomach force her to spill the contents of her stomach into the flowers in front of her. She gasped from air, the wracking pain more forceful than before. "C—Co—" She looked up, her eyes frighten, a motherly fear within her as she watched something terrible, large, nothing but a black silhouette pummeling her son, his scream had been only one as she watched in devastation as it continued to batter her boy, making him something of a blood. She screamed. Outrage suddenly taking her, pure hate ran through her, making her blood icy. She cried out again, all the pain that tried to keep her back was fighting harder to do so now. But she was too infuriated to let it keep her from trying to save and protect her baby. She finally reached the enormous creature with lustrous beady red eyes and attacked with all her might, it continued and ignored her slaps and she dug what nails she had into its fleshy body. "AHHH" she screamed when it turned around and knocked her with an extended arm.

Her eyes shot open, she was in a bed room and someone was holding her arms, tugging her up. She let out a scream and tried to strike, but her arms were pinned and she let her hate subside to take a good look. "Oh." She moaned and tears hurried to blind her. She shut her eyes, trying to keep back the tears but they came no matter what she tried and she bended her head forward until her forehead was resting against his chest. His face was bloody from her nails scraping into his skin. He let her arms go and wrapped his own around her trembling body. She threw her arms around his ribs and choked back on her tears.

"He's gone… isn't he?"

"Yes." Was all he could offer, she choked on a sob and her body began to tremor. He smoothed down her hair and shook his head. Wishing he had words of comfort for his wife. The monster was the truck. The pain she was feeling in her tummy was her new babies kicking away at her, just to let her know they were still there.

"Can… we go… see him?"

"If you wish it, then yes." She did not move, only clung tighter to her husband. It had been a beautiful wedding. Nice and secluded, no family, no friends… just them and a priest. Her friends were upset they didn't invite them, but Joey wouldn't have come and it just wasn't the same. So the eloped and… it had been awhile since they had gone back to the Kaiba Mansion, and today proved she still wasn't ready. Her dream had never been such a nightmare before. The lost of her first born was too much to bear, to much to handle. She wanted him back, safe in her arms and that was simply impossible, no matter how hard she wished it or prayed it. Losing faith in God was just one of the many outcomes that resulted. She never wanted to feel this way again, yet the pain would always be there.

He pushed her back and looked at her face, etched with grief and mourning, eyes closed to him. She was beautiful in spite of her pain. He bent and kissed her, not because he was selfish and thinking of what he wanted, but because he loved her and if there was anything he could do to soothe her pain he would do it, cross hell, kill, even kill the lives they had created together, if only for her. This was how deep his need was, how much she consumed him, how much he loved her.

Téa Gardener had made him feel loved, gave him emotions he thought he would never come to possess, but obtaining them gave new meaning to life, so there was nothing Seto Kaiba would not do for his wife, eight months pregnant with twins. They didn't know the genders, only that she was carrying twins, he was relieved to find that she didn't hate the children in her womb, but loved them and wanted them in her life. 'I want to be a mom,' that was her reason. It must've been all she wanted since she was first pregnant with Cole, since she conceived him. He broke the kiss and she revealed her eyes glazed over with tears.

"It was the worst nightmare ever. I love you, will you protect me from my dreams. Will you keep me from remembering… the day a part of me died?" What could he say? Refusing Téa her desires was against his male instincts that were now infused within. He touched her face as her finders traced the marks she had impressed onto his handsome face.

"Yes, because I love you. I love you." He said again and pressed her to him, wanting to keep her safe forever and a day. It never seemed long enough.