Seven months later
Dorothea looked down at the beautiful white crib that sat in the newly finished nursery and smiled. D'Amour had spent the last two months with her fixing it up to be just perfect. Now standing there, in the room that used to serve as Philip's study, she smiled before looking at the mobile that hung down. It was made out of crystals, tiny little stars that sounded like wind chimes whenever a breeze came through the windows. Reaching out, her slender fingers touched the stars as it made a beautiful song like noise. Then she remembered…
Philip strapped to the platform as it slowly moved, his eyes serious and focused as the music built up. Dorothea remembered how nervous she was knowing this was a new illusion and sat on the edge of her seat. High above, nearly thirty feet in the air were the spinning platform with the swords hanging above her husband's body. The dancers moved about as Dorothea watched. Philip undid the first shackle that held down his wrist and pulled himself out of the way just in time. Dorothea shut her eyes for a second feeling her heart jump into her throat. The music became louder and he began undoing the shackle that held down his neck. Dorothea remembered how nervous she felt, but then watched with such amazement. This was her husband. Even though they had slowly been drifting apart over the years, she knew he still loved her. Thinking back when he was just nineteen years old, holding her as they drove away into the desert together, she knew deep down inside they would work things out.
Then it happened…
The sword dropped and landed in Swann's arm. A few people from the audience screamed as the next sword fell even faster. This time into his leg. Over the music she could hear Philip screaming as the swords began to drop one after another after another. Something was wrong, this was happening to fast.
"Have you seen this before?"
Dorothea shook her head.
"No…"
"Something's wrong here…"
More swords fell as Philip screamed, Dorothea saw people turning away looking sick to their stomachs. She felt frozen, unable to do anything. Philip was covered in blood as swords stuck out of him. Screaming the final one dropped in his stomach. She saw his body go limp as everyone began screaming, pushing to get out of the theater. D'Amour took her hand and they hurried up to the stage. There Valentine stood as Dorothea clutched her hand to her mouth. No…this couldn't be. Not Philip. He was the one who had always been with her all these years, the one who saved her, the one who loved her. No, he couldn't be dead, it was just a joke.
Dorothea collapsed in front of Philip's body, blood all over his clothes as swords stuck out in different directions like pins. Dorothea felt her heart pound as he began crying, reaching out.
"No…"
Valentine was by her side, trying his hardest to take her away.
"It's no use, come away…"
"No…"
Dorothea sobbed, not Philip…
Snapping out of that awful memory, she saw herself looking at the crib. For a brief second she thought instead of stars she saw swords. Blinking, she focused her eyes and stood there. Goose bumps broke out on her arms as she shook. Slowly her hand went to her now perfectly round stomach. Inside the baby kicked. It has been a long pregnancy. But D'Amour had been by her side the entire time. She was grateful for everything and saw this baby was a sign to move on. But part of her felt so lonely that Philip wasn't here to see it happen. This was his baby growing inside her. It wasn't fair another man got to be there as time went on. Her spirits had risen since she found out she was pregnant. But still she always thought of Philip. His beautiful eyes looking at her with such sadness. She was happy to have his baby since this was the only part of him she had left. It might not have been everything she wanted, but it would have to do.
He due date was coming up, both Dorothea and D'Amour agreed not to find out the sex of the baby until it was born. Dorothea was scared and exciting, counting down the days until she could hold her baby in her arms.
Just then she remembered something.
The morning that Swann was killed in the desert, Dorothea remembered sitting in the doorway of the room where it had all started, and watched that monster Nix talk to him. She remembered the look of sadness in his eyes as he looked at her, and then how Nix used his power to throw him against the wall. Dorothea remembered almost seeing inside him as he pulled on his heart, broke his arm, and then made him bleed through the brain. It was almost as though she could feel her husband's pain.
She remembered him crying out and falling onto the floor motionless.
Then it hit her…
She remembered during their marriage, Philip would often remark on what a great connection they both shared. How sometimes without even speaking they could read each other's thoughts. How often when he was away and Dorothea was feeling depressed, he would call in in the middle of the night claiming he felt the same. It seemed as though they were on the same wave length. It then hit her, remembering that awful sad look he gave her before Nix forced him against the wall. He wasn't looking at her…he was looking inside her.
The almost two month fetus growing deep inside her, safe and perfect. He looked in and saw it for just a second and knew it was his. Their child growing inside her. He had to protect her.
So he did.
And right before he died, crying in her arms…she remembered one of his hands lightly touching her flat stomach and finally dropping. The cries weren't in pain. They were in anger…that he couldn't be there to see his baby be born.
Holding back tears, Dorothea then felt an awful pain. Holding herself she looked around. The pain came again. Crying out she held herself before she felt water gush down her legs and hit the carpet.
"D'Amour!"
He came running in seconds later, Dorothea held herself. The pain was getting worse.
D'Amour looked down at her half suspired before smiling.
"Your water just broke."
Dorothea shook her head.
"It's too soon!"
Taking her hand he lead her out to get to the hospital. All the meanwhile Dorothea prayed her baby would be all right.