Epilogue
He watched her unfurl her tail with a contented sigh as she lay back against the tub, her scales sparkling in the bright light. Steam rose from the surface of the water and a light sheen of sweat dappled Aydra's smooth beautiful skin.
"How are you feeling?" Gabriel asked worriedly.
"I'm fine. You will have to stop hovering."
"I can't help it," he told her and placed his hand onto her rounded stomach. The baby was moving and he felt a light kick against his hand and he smiled.
"She's very active today," she told him.
Gabriel smirked, "Are you sure it's a she, what if it is a he?"
"I will love it no matter what. Do you think it will be like me, or like you?"
"I don't know. Or care. As long as it is healthy," he told her.
Gabriel gazed down at Aydra, love was etched onto each plane of his face. He was silently worrying about the birth. He had no one to help him deliver his child.
Aydra touched his cheek. "It will all be fine Gabriel, you will see."
"I went to a mall today," she continued. "I never knew how many things one could buy there."
Gabriel groaned. He hoped she wasn't maxing out the cards again. He'd really have to talk to her about her spending habits.
"Honey…,"
"Don't worry. I only bought--," she thought, "Ten pairs of shoes, three dresses and eighteen outfits for the baby."
"Aydra…,"
"Oh, but I had to. You want our child to be well-clothed don't you?"
He shook his head, smiled and laid a kiss against her forehead.
"Okay. But slow it down. We don't want people getting suspicious."
She smiled in kind and began humming. Her sweet voice filled the air and sounded like silk against Gabriel's ears.
He left and went into the kitchen. He pulled out a cold beer, traipsed into the living room and decided to watch television.
He flipped until he came to a news station. Nathan Petrelli's face was splashed across the screen.
"We must do all we can to apprehend these dangerous fugitives. They are a threat to our way of life. People with abilities must be stopped. We are apprehending them as we speak. The American public should be protected…..,"
A growing sense of horror rose in Gabriel. The horror was soon replaced by a more familiar emotion: anger. He didn't realize how tightly he was holding his beer until glass shards exploded all over the rug along with cold, foamy liquid.
He looked back in the direction of the bathroom, still hearing Aydra's sweet voice dancing on the air currents. If they came for him, then they'd come for her…and his child. No, this wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.
"Gabriel," she called out, "Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine honey, I just made a little mess," he told her.
No. He would make sure everything was fine. He felt that part of him that he had thought long dormant begin to awaken. He would protect his family at any and all costs. And he knew what that meant. He was going to have to kill Nathan Petrelli.