"The lady has a new love, all your friends are dead…your alone now."

"NO!"

Dorothea cried out as they laid her on the stretcher. Right away a bunch of nurses began racing her down the corridor as D'Amour tried to follow behind. Dorothea was almost nine months along, and the pregnancy had gone perfectly fine. The last ultrasound showed that everything was going perfectly fine. The baby seemed healthy and growing. Dorothea had taken good care of herself and even stopping taking her medication for depression. She enjoyed being pregnant and D'Amour and her shared a great bond now. Just a few nights ago they stayed up half of the night laughing down in the living room watching movies. Every once in awhile she would place his hand on her stomach to feel the baby kicking. The two of them had been good for each other during this and were looking forward to the baby finally coming.

"Just lay still honey, everything is going to be all right."

Dorothea shook her head, the pain was getting worse.

A few minutes later they set her up in a room and had a fetal heart monitor going. So far everything was going fine. Dorothea was having contractions, but D'Amour sat by her side holding her hand and talking her through it.

This was it, the baby was really coming.

Thinking back, the last nine months had gone by in a flash. Swann had only been around for nearly a month or so into it before Dorothea even knew she was pregnant. The rest she had been on her own, taking care of herself and making sure nothing would happen to this baby. This was all she had left of Philip and her. Now it was really going to happen. She would be a mother within a few hours, and this baby would change her life completely. Laying back, snapping her eyes shut in pain she deeply breathed.

She had to focus on something positive. Even though she was beyond grateful Harry was with her, a huge part of her heart wished deeply for Philip to be here. It was his baby after all. She knew he would of done anything to see it. Now she would raise this baby with D'Amour, always wishing in the back of her mind that it was her husband instead. That one day she would have to decide what to tell her child about their father or how it's parents met. All of these things scared her since Philip was really dead, and inside she would be alone. Crying, she squeezed Harry's hand.

She then remembered when Philip proposed to her when she was just seventeen years old. They were in Paris and this was his first world tour around the world. Within only two years he was the most famous illusionist around with her always by his side. She remembered they shared a beautiful evening together and how late one night he brought her up the Eiffel tower. There they were, completely in love and young. How they gazed out at the city and looked up at the sparking stars. Then he got down on one knee and showed her the beautiful wedding ring she still wore. She remembered gasping and getting completely speechless. How he smiled up at her with those blue eyes and asked her to be his wife. Thinking at how she screamed yes and how he began laughing, picking her up and spinning her around.

Another contraction came and Dorothea leaned forward, sweat dripping off her.

She remembered as he spun her around, they slowly lifted off the ground for a second. This was what real magic was like, she knew it.

Next thing Dorothea knew, they were moving her to delivery. Harry followed how dressed in scrubs. Once they got her on the table and hooked up, the doctor came in.

"Okay Dorothea, I'll need you to start pushing." "Ready…one, two, three!"

Dorothea pushed with all her might as the nurses help her. Harry was by her side, telling her to keep pushing and that she was doing great.

Pushing again, pain soared through her as she cried out. She thought of Philip and wished so badly he was here while their baby was being born.

"One more push!"

Dorothea snapped her eyes closed and then everything became dark. For a brief second she thought she heard crying in the distance as the pain slowly went away. Then she thought she heard Philip.

"Dorothea?"

She opened her eyes and she wasn't in the hospital, in fact she was laying out in the desert at dusk. Slowly picking herself up and brushing dirt off her, she looked at her flat stomached and wondered what happened to her baby. Standing up she saw him.

He looked exactly like he did before he died, standing there and smiling. All of her emotions ran loose before she threw herself in his arms. This had to be dream. Grabbing onto him with all her might she cried into his shirt.

"Philip!"

He put his arms around her, softly kissing her.

"Shhh, it's all right."

Dorothea pulled back and looked into his deep blue eyes, tears of joy began falling down her face as she smiled.

"I love you so much Philip, please don't ever leave me again."

He leaned in and kissed her.

"I won't, I promise."

Holding onto him she wanted to tell him about the baby and how badly she wanted to see it. But before she could say anything else he held her tightly as the sun went down.

"Flesh is a trap…"

"And magic sets us free."

She finished, laying her head against his chest.

"I'll never leave you again my love."

Dorothea looked up at him.

"What about our baby?"

"She'll be fine, she has somebody who will look after her."

Dorothea then knew what had happened, she died giving birth to her baby.

"We had a girl?"

More tears fell from her face as Swann smiled.

"She's beautiful, just like you."

"I can't leave her alone Philip…I can't."

"Shhh, it's okay…she has someone, we'll see her one day I promise."

Dorothea struggled through the tears before nodding.

"Am I dead?"

"Your set free…"

Leaning in, the two of them kissed.

"I'm sorry Mr. D'Amour…we tried everything we could."

Harry nodded as the doctor turned away. Just then a nurse walked over with the newborn in her hands. Harry looked over as the nurse faintly smiled and handed the baby over to him. Holding her, he saw how tiny she was. Looking down at the deliver table, he looked down at Dorothea who looked so peaceful. Sitting down beside her, he fought back tears as he showed the baby to her.

"She's so beautiful, I wish you could of seen her."

It seemed as though the moment the baby was born, Dorothea simply slipped away. Now Harry knew that this would be the only thing that would keep him going. He promised that he would take care of her, and he knew he would. Holding the baby he smiled before wiping a tear away.

Dorothea was free and with Swann.