They were the first people in the private lounge of the White Tower. The furnitures were spotless white and the wallpapers looked like clouds. Susan's work. Her mother had been busy with this project for sometime and Chantel was impressed to see the end result with her own eyes. Susan Channing was really good at her work and a loving mother as well but her uptight personality really pisses Chantel off.

The long white sofas, could easily fit ten people. Roman and Peter sat together while Chantel sat on the opposite side. Roman pulled out a leather cigar pouch from his pocket and pressed it between his lips while he searched for the lighter.

"You look like a dog with a bone," Chantel let out a soft chuckle as she quickly snapped a picture of him. A cute dog, though.

"Nice touch," Peter commented.

Roman pulled the two cigars out and handed one to Peter, "can we...can we smoke in here?" The gypsy asked hesitantly.

Roman responded easily. "I'm gonna own the place. Who's gonna stop us?" As he as began to light his cigar. Chantel had never seen a cigar being lighted before, and she was quite impressed by how Roman was lighting it. She shouldn't be impressed by such stupid shits but here she was.

Peter was sniffing the expensive cigar, like a kid in the candy store. Roman handed him the lighter, Peter lighted his, took a long relaxing puff and slowly leaned backwards, "yeah," he moaned.

Chantel was just watching the boys, do their thing and totally mesmerised by Roman Godfrey all over again. She liked him she did...he had wild hair and an old soul like herself and somehow she'd fallen tragically in love with his sad beautiful eyes.

On the 23rd of December Chantel, Letha and Roman headed to NYC early morning for their last minute holiday shopping. It was a two hour long drive and for once Peter was behind the wheels, while Roman and Chantel sat on the back seat. Roman informed, he'd not slept the previous night so the whole journey he had made Chantel's lap his pillow and when they reached their destination, the girl couldn't feel her legs anymore.

But she was back on her feet in no time, they separated at the mall as Peter and Letha went to check out baby stuffs while Chantel and Roman searched for scented candles. A trench coat on a mannequin, caught her eyes so she dragged him into the store. He put it on just to please her but she was beaming, "this was made for you," she pulled out her card, "I'm buying it."

Roman chuckled a bit in disbelief, "we're here for you girls not me."

"Sometimes it's good to treat yourself Rome," she'd mentioned.

"When you say treat I've some other things on my mind," a devilish smile passed his face.

She shook her head lightly and chuckled, "here we go again."

Letha and Peter were at Hamleys checking out toys. "Nice," Letha commented as she saw Roman wearing his new trench coat.

Roman put an arm around Chantel, "my love brought it for me."

Letha smiled at them, "you should totally wear that when you meet the baby."

"So we choosing outfits now?" Chuckled Roman.

"Yes, yes we are." Letha smirked.

Letha wasn't serious when she told Roman to wear the trench coat but they did drop by the manor on their way so that Roman could grab his coat and she was glad he did because he looked so good in it.

PA: Dr. Day, Dr. Day, please come to the OR.

The announcement knocked Chantel out of her dream state, she needed to order a bouquet of flowers for Letha. She scrolled through some pages for a while then shifted to the other side and sat besides Roman. "This...?" She asked, then swiped to the other picture, "or this?"

One was a life size bouquet made of blue balloons, the other was a bouquet of blue hydrangeas made in a shape of a teddy bear. Roman just looked confused. Chantel gave him a little nudge, "we're the godparents, so we need to make a statement."

A smile appeared on Roman's face, "really?"

She nodded excitingly, "yes."

He exhaled. "Uncle Roman."

Peter blinked in disbelief then laughed out loud. "God help us."

"So which one should we get for her, I need to order them now." Chantel looked at him.

"Both," Roman said taking a puff of his cigar.

Chantel mumbled, "sure," as she placed the orders.

Peter took a deep puff, "you guys are gonna spoil the kid even before he's born."

"That's the plan," Chantel told the gypsy.

Peter smiled and told Chantel, "he sure is lucky to have a godmother like you."

Roman turned to Peter, "what about me?"

The gypsy teased, "I can't say the same about you."

"A-hole!" Roman chuckled as he punched Peter lightly.

Chantel leaned back on the sofa, "the cigar smells like wood, old library books and spices."

Roman turned to her, "you're developing a strong sense of smell lately."

"Wasn't she always like this?" Peter asked inhaling the smoke.

"She was, but not to this extent," Roman mentioned.

"Can you boys stop talking about my nose," she wrinkled her nose. "It's weird."

Peter stretched his legs out and asked, "anything from D?"

Roman shook his head lightly, "dead end."

Chantel put a comforting hand on his forearm, "sorry."

The gypsy cleared his throat. "You completely sure, she's still even out there?"

"I know she is," said Roman, "it's like in the fall, you know, the dreams we were having? I see her sometimes."

Peter nodded thoughtfully.

Roman continued. "I've been trying it on myself."

He looked at Roman in confusion.

"The mesmerising thing." Chantel told Peter.

Peter looked at him shocked. "You..."

Roman nodded, "I look into the mirror and I tell myself to see her and things cloud over, but there's...light. And the light's an angel, and the angel's her. It's her. And she's trying to tell me something, but...but I can only just hear her. What she's saying is..." he was trying to think.

"You must make your heart steel." Chantel squeezed Roman's forearm. He'd told her about it.

"What do you think it means?" Roman asked Peter curiously.

"I saw a conversion of his fate line and heart line. Roman is gonna face the hardest choice of his life, and whoever's in his shadow is gonna share in the consequences." Destiny had told Peter, but they hadn't told Roman about it, yet.

Peter leaned forward uneasily and gazed at Chantel, she thought he'd blurt out what Destiny had told him but instead, he joked. "Can you make yourself cluck like a chicken?"

Roman scoffed at the gypsy annoyingly.

"I don't know man," Peter clicked his tongue.

"In the chapel, you know, when you did...what you did...how were you not afraid?" Roman asked Peter.

Peter leaned way back and smiled. "I've never been more afraid of anything in my life. I could have never done it if I hadn't had you guys with me."

"Order of the Dragon." Chantel quoted with her fingers as they started to laugh.

Chantel knew that babies can't be birthed in an hour or two—it takes time but she felt like, they were in the waiting room forever. They ordered in and out because Chantel was suddenly craving for their sweet potato fries, and watched an anime movie 'Howls moving castle' as they snacked on popcorn sprinkled with black truffles.

Half way through the movie Peter decided to take a nap, so Chantel and Roman continued on their own. But Chantel found herself yawning by the end of the movie, she wasn't sleepy but tired. Roman brewed her fresh coffee and braided her hair in a three strand braid, she had no idea how the golden boy had learned how to do that but she assumed he learned it to braids Shelley's hair—even though the girl wore a wig. Roman was the sweetest.

When she went to use the ladies room Chantel had a thought, will Peter Rumancek son have the trait of a werewolf? Will it be weird to ask Peter about it? And does Letha have any idea about werewolf babies?

She headed back to the lounge room, Roman Godfrey was leaning back on the sofa his long legs rested on top of the coffee table his eyes fixed on his phone screen. She didn't know how not to want him.

He lifted his head up and turned to her, "anything?"

She shook her head, "nah," as she headed towards him and sat back down on the sofa.

"Hey," he gently caressed her face, "you okay? You look red."

"Yeah, yeah," she tried to brush off the topic so she asked him, "will the baby be a werewolf like his father?"

Roman clicked his tongue, "a very good question but I don't know."

She bite her lips, "what if he was?"

"We will love him anyway, won't we?" He said with a small smile on his face.

"We will," she nodded.

Roman gently took her hands, "Chantel..."

She was drawn to him in ways she didn't understand. His eyes ran through her soul following her, chasing her...they were the only eyes that could stop her dead in her tracks while travelling at the speed of light.

Peter Rumancek grunted as he jerked up suddenly, the two teenagers turned to him. "You okay?" They both asked concerned.

The gypsy didn't respond instead he got up and slowly walked towards the corridor.

"Hey, what's going on?" Roman asked as the two teenagers got up from the sofa as well.

Peter just stood at the corridor frozen, unresponsive. His eyes fixed on the door in front of them: his mouth agape.

Chantel asked quietly, "what's going on?"

Roman gulped, "I don't know."

There the alarm triggered.

PA: Code omega. Code omega. Maternity one. All available stuff report.

The alarm began to beep again and again.

No! No! No! This can't be happening. Chantel thought helplessly.

PA: Maternity one. Cancel omega. Patient is deceased. Security, clear the area.

Deceased? Deceased? Chantel couldn't believe what she just heard as she felt a sudden pang on her chest and then everything went dark.