A/N: Just like the title of the story says, here's another dream... :)
He was walking on the beach, happily soaking in the sunshine.
"Édouard!" he could hear Léonie calling to him from the balcony of their home. "Come inside! It's almost time for dinner!"
He smiled and threw a rock into the sea. He wiped his sand covered hands off against his trousers. He straightened his pistol in its holster. It had almost fallen out and into the ocean earlier that day.
He ran up to the banister that ran along their beach-side patio, gripped it tightly, and pulled himself up and over it.
"Hello, my darling!" he greeted her, entering through the patio doors. He promptly planted a kiss on her lips.
"You smell like fish!" she exclaimed, wrinkling her nose. "Were you talking with those fishermen again?"
"You caught me!" he said, smiling and holding his hands up.
He took a seat across from her, grabbing a piece of the baguette from off of the table.
"What are you doing with them?"
He shrugged.
"Édouard!"
"I might be thinking about getting us a boat..." he confessed, looking across the table at her.
Léonie smirked. "That's a good idea," she told him.
He cocked his head to one side. "Now, you know that's not the reaction that I was expecting..."
"Well, I think that it would be good to have a little boat. Just in case you want to take our son or daughter out fishing..."
He sat up straighter. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Indeed, I am!" she said, grinning.
He stood up quickly, knocking his chair to the floor. "You're pregnant?!"
"Yes. I am."
He rushed over to her, picked her up, and spun her around. He then grabbed her hand and dragged her out into their foyer.
"I'm going to be a papa!" he announced loudly to his servants.
Some of them laughed, some of them cheered, but Mariette, his maid who had been with them the longest, began to weep out of pure happiness.
"Good thing we have that extra room," he commented to his lovely wife as they went back into the dinning room.
"Good thing," she agreed. "You must finish your dinner now. Sit."
"Of course, my love. And I'm sure you're starving, since you're eating for two."
"Actually, just the opposite. I feel quite sick most of the time," she informed him.
"How about you take a little walk on the beach. Get some air, and I'll be out to join you soon."
"I love you," she told him, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him.
"I adore you," he countered, kissing her back.
"You better!"
She laughed, and went through the open patio doors.
He ate as quickly as possible, not wanting to waste one second on time not spent with her. He grabbed half of the baguette and headed out the door. His eyes searched the sunny beach. He saw her a little ways down, heading towards the boats.
He hurled himself over the banister and jogged towards her. He could see a strange man approach her. He didn't like that, so he started to run. He heard her scream. He pulled his gun out and shot at the man, hitting him. The man stumbled to the ground, taking Léonie with him.
When he reached her, he could see blood on the ground.
"Help," she whispered.
He pulled the man off of her. To his utter surprise, the man was no stranger at all. It was the Comte de Chevigny. The weakened man was holding a bloodied knife. He didn't think, he shot the man in the head, killing him instantly. The Comte's body fell lifelessly to the ground.
"Léonie," he whispered, dropping to his knees next to her.
He noticed that her thin white summer dress was covered in blood. There were stab wounds to her stomach.
"Édouard, I'm scared," she whispered.
"Hush, now. You'll be okay," he told her, knowing that he was lying to her.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up just slightly.
"Promise me that we'll be together again," she begged as hot tears ran down her cheeks.
"We will," he assured her. "I'm sorry that I failed you this time, but I promise that I will never fail you again."
"You have never failed me. I'm happy with my life. If I had the choice, to choose between loving you and living, I would choose you every time."
"Me too," he told her, trying miserably to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. He didn't want her to see him cry. That would really scare her. "Please, don't leave me," he begged, the traitorous tears running down his face.
"Édouard," she quietly whispered, "I'm so sorry for leaving you. Please forgive..."
She was dead. He held her lifeless body to his and sobbed. His whole life was gone.
A/N: SURPRISE! Sorry that I didn't warn you all that this was going to be depressing! :(