I didnt want to open my eyes. I stayed asleep as Gerard sang to me and stroked my hair.

The song was in french "Allez dormir dans cet arbre sous la lumiere des etoiles sentez le doux fruit dans mon pommier."

I remember the song well, the apple tree song. My mother would sing me to sleep with it every night. The storm was over if she was singing it. I missed my mom.

The little flutter in my stomach moved again, my child was alive.

Oh shit. My child was alive. Was she going to be a vampire or a cannibal? Would she be intelligent like me? Fierce like her dad? Would her eyes be blue like mine were or hazel like her dads. She was more than likely gong to have piercingly black hair.

"Ma douce, je suis ici, je serai toujours, si vous ira bien." Gerard sang.

I snuggled into him and he hugged me tight.

"J'aime ans" He fisished his song and whispered. "I love you."