The end; the birth of Stephen

It was a little bit dark in the room when Tristan walked in. Gianna was awake, she was sitting up quietly.

"Hey." Tristan whispered as he walked towards the bed. He sat at the edge and took Gianna's hand in his. "How are you now?"

Gianna smiled and shrugged. "I've never been any better. Thank you."

Tristan stared down at her stomach, smiled and looked back into her face. "My baby is still down there?"

Gianna chuckled. "Yeah. She or he is still there, waiting for the day of arrival into the world. How did you get here? Why did you change your mind?"

Tristan shrugged. "I don't know, perhaps... because I couldn't continue living without you, because I wanted to see Layla and to forgive her so I could get the burden off my chest."

"You did the right thing, Tristan. The right thing..." Gianna's voice trailed off when she remembered all that Nelson had said.

"What's it? Are you okay?" Tristan questioned when he noticed the sudden change in her mood.

Gianna turned and looked at him. "While