AN: Just a warning. This story is about to get more grim then before. I know where I'm going with this. Also I might get a little bit slower on updating. When I see that people put this story in their alert, favorites or review it, I get happy, and more excited to write, so please keep reviewing :) I'm in my last school year my main focus is getting through it. Hope you will still follow this bumpy ride.

And yes, sorry for the short update!

Diana woke up to a world of despair. She was lying on a big bed, ruby red silken sheets, and by the looks of it, she was in the estate in Denerim. Wasn't it destroyed?

Darkness kept circling around her. The smell of smoke, blood, filth and death was strong and almost made her vomit. She had killed the archdemon, it was all over, yet she felt so crushed. It had all been to much. She had lost her best friend, and the closest thing to a mother, she got some closure when she had met them for that short period of time, but it had ended to quickly.

First now she felt her body, it was in pain, and she saw a head lying on her tummy, that belonged to the assassin. She slowly moved her hand, and caressed him through his smooth hair. This woke him up. He seemed surprised at first, but then without saying anything, he touched her face and hair to see if she was real.

"I am here you know," she chuckled at him, when he leaned closer to her.

He took her in his arms, and held her close to him, his long fingers moving gently through her long hair. His fragrance, Maker she loved his leather scent.

Caressing her cheek, he lifted her chin, and embraced her with a long, longing kiss. It felt like it was forever since she had tasted him. He was intense, at the same time soft. No words were needed to tell her how much he had missed her during these days. He paused for a moment. She felt his hot breath upon her mouth, longing for more of his touch. Not even the odor from the battle could make them stop. She began to tingle in her stomach, the fire ignited in her. His soft kisses on her cheek gave her goosebumps all over. It was breath-taking how much she had longed for him.
He pulled gently away and stared with his amber eyes into Diana's, as he was about to say something they got interrupted by a cough.

They both looked at the entrance. Alistair stood there, in a white, silver silk clothing with green markings. He looked like a prince.

"Hope I'm not disturbing you." he said heartily, while closing in on them.

Diana was flushing, and Zevran sat himself at the edge of the bed, not showing any expression.

Alistair hurried to her side, hugging her tightly. "I thought you were gone for good!"
"well I should be gone for good, I should have died Alistair. Why didn't I?"

"This is the first thing you want think about when you wake up? Glad to see that you still want to be with us."
"Its not that, and you know it." She said glaring at him.

Alistair shrugged his shoulders, "We don't know yet. The Orlesian Wardens have already began to move here. According to their report they should be here within the month. They will probably take you in for questioning."

"How can I answer something that I do not know myself?"

"I do not know."

"Zevran," he said suddenly, "Can you leave us alone for some minutes?"
"But, no...why, I like him just where he is." Diana tried to say.

Zevran chuckled at her, "I will back soon...m'lady."

M'lady?! What the...

He went outside the door and closed it a bit harder then he had to. Feeling the nausea kicking in, Diana laid herself down on the pillow.

Alistair looked at her with warm eyes, and caressed her hand.

"So what happened, Alistair?"
"Oh that's a long story. Short version is, you should have died, you didn't...and um the mages that came to check on you discovered something...you're pregnant."

"Wha..wha..what? Oh, haha, very funny, Alistair!" she said laughing, it was a joke, had to be. It was a bad one, but still a joke.

"No it is not, the healers said it's around one month old! They almost didn't feel it when they were doing a diagnostic on you." He looked deadly serious...

"But, Grey Wardens...can't, what...this can't be true!" She mumbles, her heart was pounding with fright that kept escalating, and cold sweat started to emerge from her hands.

She just been awake for ten minutes, and Alistair, not precisely known for being smooth, drops this bomb on her.

He scratches in the back of the head. "The mages knows who the father is...they could only take samples from me and Zevran, and um, I'm I...I'm the father." he looked very red.

"No, you are kidding aren't you? No, no, no, no, no. It can't be you!"

She felt a terrorizing feeling crawling upon her spine, an ache in the throat as it went dry. She started to breath faster. Confusion battles with her brain as she struggles for control. She heard Alistair talking about something, she couldn't comprehend it, it was to much. She couldn't breathe and faded away.