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Sam POV

"We should talk about names. Oh and we need to go get some baby monitors maybe even-"

Dylan was reading another baby book. I was zoning him out and trying not to start crying again. The past week had made everything worse. Now I had a way out. A way to get our baby out of this hell. Every second I went without telling him, made it ten times worse. It was impossible to say it though. I couldn't just tell him I wanted to give away our baby.

"Sam?" Dylan looked at me from the doorway to the bathroom. I was taking a bath and he was getting ready for another meeting I wasn't allowed at.

"Yes?" I hit the button to drain the water and started to get up but it was a little difficult with a giant growth on my stomach.

"Did you hear what I said?" He walked over with a towel and helped me out of the tub.

"No, sorry I was spacing out." I let him wrap a towel around me and kissed him on the cheek. "You better hurry or you'll be late."

He nodded and kissed me on the top of the head before leaving.

Hannah came in and told me we were going out. I told her I didn't feel well and she started looking for something for me to wear.

"Hannah. Where are we going?" She pulled out some black leggings, a silky purple shirt and some black uggs.

"Get dressed then dry your hair." Before I could protest she was handing me the clothes.

After I was ready and had my makeup done she dragged me to the garage and we rode into a town near by in a red mustang.

"Where are we going?" I asked even though it was pretty obvious as we pulled up in front of a hair salon.

Even as I was demanding to know what she was planning, Hannah practically pulled me into the salon.

In the past few months my hair had gotten bad. My natural blonde was peaking through and the black had faded to a greyish color.

"We are bleaching your hair." Hannah told me. The lady at the front desk nodded and I realized this had been planned, Hannah had called ahead and was ready to force me into it. That wasn't necessary though. I had really missed my blonde hair and even if he wouldn't admit it, so had Dylan.

"Okay." I sat down where the lady motioned and Hannah sat down with a magazine.

An hour later I was looking at a pile of baby clothes with Hannah looking at strollers.

"Hannah I don't know..." The baby kicked, making me gasp. It was like it wanted to have a say too.

"Sam. I have to tell you something." This came out of nowhere. Even Hannah looked surprised at the words coming out of her mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"This trip," She paused and looked around the room, almost as if she was looking for a distraction. "Wasn't my idea. Thierry sent me to distract you today."

"Distract me from what? What is going on?" Her face was scaring me more than if she would just say something. "Hannah!"

The lady at the register looked at us and I smiled to assure her everything was fine.

"We should head back now, it's been long enough." Without another word she walked out the door and was waiting in the car when I made my way out.

During the ride home I asked a thousand times the same questions. Hannah did not answer any of them, though she flinched each time I said something.

At the mansion I went in first and knew something was wrong. There was no yelling. No screaming came from any part of the four story house. In the living room David, Eric, Maggie, Mary-Lynette, Mark, and Hugh sat, not talking.

Maggie was crying silently. Mark was squeezing his sisters hand as silent tears ran down both of their faces. Eric and David just sat staring.

"What did they do?" It was a whisper that slipped from my mouth as I stood in front of them.

Hugh looked at me with sad eyes that knew too much.

"They are attacking Hunter and his followers. Trying to take out the dragons. Everyone who is able to fight went." Hugh looked away and shook is head.

"I don't understand." Fighting back the tears was all I could do.

"I'm sorry." Hannah said from behind me. "The prophecy, the one that says not everyone will survive the apocalypse? They are trying to beat it by making the first move. They have been planning for weeks. They left this morning."

She pulled a white envelope out of her pure and handed it to me.

My name was written across the front in familiar loopy handwriting.

Sam

Ironic huh? Saying goodbye is too hard. I understand for the first time why you did it. Some day you will understand me too. I am fighting for our baby. And you. I will always love you with all my heart.

If I don't make it back, tell the baby I love it too.

I wish I could say something to make you feel better but nothing will. Hopefully I will see you again shortly, if not just know that I love you both. Always.

Sliding to the floor I dropped the note before everything went black.