One year later

"Philip!"

Dorothea called as she crossed the living room of their apartment. In the last year she had slowly began growing and maturing faster then the blink of an eye. She was taller, and had developed breasts. Wearing jeans and a button up white blouse, she had her hair in a messy ponytail as she went to the bathroom.

"Valentin waiting outside in the car, he said you need to get going…"

Opening the door, she watched Swann, only in black dress slacks, standing in front of the sink. A towel over his shoulder as he finished shaving. Leaning against the doorway, Dorothea smiled.

"Did you hear me?"

Swann looked over before dipping the razor into the sink.

"He can wait, I'll be done in a second…"

"Your shirt and suit jacket are laying across the bed…that all you need?"

Swann nodded before going to shave again, Dorothea watched him almost in a amazement. His beautiful brown hair was pushed back, revealing those big blue eyes of his.

"You nervous?"

Swann shook his head.

"Just another gig…"

"Yeah, but Valentin said an agent is going to be there tonight, I guess there's been a lot of buzz about you."

"Yeah…I figured."

Smiling, Dorothea walked over and slipped her hands around Swann's waist. Slowly her fingers rubbed his flat stomach as she laid her head against his shoulder. Swann smiled, looking at their reflection before finishing.

They had stayed in Los Angeles for nearly six months. Valentin helped him along side with Dorothea brainstorm acts. After a few performances at some night clubs, word began to spread. This wasn't like any regular magic show. It was serious and dangerous…and still the audience asked themselves, how Swann did it. The shows began being offered, and so didn't the money. Finally Valentin was informed that there were some agents reading to offer Swann some pretty big contacts as long as he moved out to Vegas for a year or so. Since then he had been working nonstop. Putting all time, money, and energy into the act. Many nights, Dorothea would come along. Helping back stage, or watching in the audience. She loved watching him as everyone gasped in amazement. Knowing that was the man she loved.

And that it was real.

He called it illusions, but Valentin and Dorothea knew better.

Dorothea didn't return to school. In fact Valentin often brought over books and tried his hardest to teach her the basics. She mostly stayed in their apartment, or helped with the shows. She didn't care she was missing her childhood, she loved Swann so much…things really seemed to be working out for them. Time past, and slowly that awful nightmare began to drift away from her.

Many nights after a show, Swann would drive around the city with Dorothea. They liked Vegas, but knew if anything worked out they would settle in Los Angeles. He treated her like a princess. Making sure every need of hers were met. He loved to spoil her, give her gifts and show her that all of this was for her. Success and fame were distant from his mind, even though it was coming up quick. All he cared about for Dorothea. He wanted everything for her. And every night, they would make love and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Sometimes, he would wake up…having awful dreams of Nix. But every time, he would just look over and see his Dorothea, resting peacefully against him.

Putting down the razor, Swann smiled as Dorothea held him tight.

"You sure you don't wanna come tonight?"

"I'll be too nervous…you'll have to tell me everything once you come back."

Dorothea softly began kissing his shoulder.

Turning, Swann held her beautiful face in his hands and pressed his lips hard against hers. Opening and closing their mouths, Swann held her tight before they parted. Gasping for breath, Dorothea looked up at him.

That's when he reached behind him and grabbed his can of shaving cream. Aimed like a gun, he sprayed her. Laughing, she pulled away as he chased her into the bedroom. Both fell against their bed, as Swann began kissing her neck as she giggled. Shaving cream all over the carpet and in her hair.

Just as he began undoing her blouse, they heard a car beeping outside. Looking up. Dorothea laughed.

"Valentin."

The rest of the night was long. After Swann left, Dorothea curled up in bed and fell asleep. A few hours later, he burst into the room, waking her. Dressed in a handsome looking black suit, he peeled off his suit jacket and threw it towards the floor. Dorothea blinked the sleep out of her eyes before sitting up.

"Philip?"

She asked in a sleepy voice. Before she could say another thing, Swann ran over and picked her up out of bed.

"Philip!"

She laughed as he held her up, swinging her around laughing.

"I got the contact, they have me booked for the next year!"

"What?"

Swann laughed as they slowly began to lift off the ground.

"Thirteen million dollar contact, and it's all ours."

Dorothea couldn't believe it.

"What!"

Swann laughed kissing her as they began to rise.

All of their dreams were coming true.