Both Morpheus and Matthew look at me, eyes wider than saucers. "Are you sure?" Morpheus questions as I let out another groan. I glare up at Morpheus. "I'm about to push two small children out of my vagina and you're asking if I'm sure?" I all but yelled at him as another contraction ripped through me. I just wanted to get the sand and get back to Lucienne who was going to help me give birth.
We got up to Rachel's apartment and opened the door. We were met with Johanna in a waking dream, watching the love of her life disintegrate into sand before her very eyes. "Constantine. Wake up." He orders, bringing her back to earth. She staggers back a little, staring up at Morpheus. "What did you do to me?" She demands weakly, her hands shaking a little. I waddle over to her, taking her hands.
Another contraction pulls my body into pain. Johanna takes my elbow gently, easing me through my pain. "It was the sand." Morpheus explains but it doesn't quite look like Johanna believes him. There are tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to fall. "Where's Rachel?" She demands. Johanna leaves me to check the bedroom first. As we all glance in, we find Rachel. Or rather, what was left of Rachel's emaciated body.
"Jo?" Rachel calls out weakly, barely even a whisper. "Jo? Is that you?" She asks again. She was on the verge of death, lying there in a sea of silk sheets. "That's such a wonderful dream." She coos, her eyes practically sealed shut. Rachel groans a little before I spotted the sand, balanced in her boney palm. "What happened to her?" Johanna demanded Morpheus, looking down at Rachel. She was no longer worried about the sand.
"It was not meant for humans." Morpheus admits as he pulled the bag of sand from Rachel's fingers. Rachel immediately gripped onto the bag of sand, her grip strong even for someone so fragile. "No, no! No, give it back!" Rachel begs and screams as Morpheus pulls her from the back. She whimpers in time with me, the two of us both in pain. "We can't go, Morpheus. We can't leave her like this." I pant out, looking sadly at the woman.
Morpheus takes my face in his hands and shakes his head softly. "We can't help her. The sand was the only thing keeping her alive." He explains to me and to Johanna as well. But Johanna didn't want to accept that. She was upset and said that it was his fault because it was his sand that did this to Rachel. Johanna was placing her grief on him. "I was not the one who left her with it." Morpheus reminds her calmly.
Johanna scoffs and shakes her head. "But I guess we're all just Roderick Burgess to you." Johanna all but screams at him. I look up at Morpheus before looking back at Johanna. Then Morpheus sighed and looked at Rachel. He told Johanna to say her goodbyes. She did so quite slowly as far as I was concerned. Soon, I was standing, leading Johanna out of the apartment. I struggled down the stairs, with Johanna's help.
It was a good way to take Johanna's mind off of Rachel, helping me. I cry as another wave of pain tears its way through me, the contractions are getting closer together now. "Where is Morpheus?" I demand of the sky, hoping that Matthew will answer me. But there was nothing. It was another ten minutes before Morpheus finally came out of Rachel's apartment. By that point, I had had another contraction.
"She died in peace. In her sleep." Morpheus informed Johanna. She nods, almost sadly before saying that she would inform Rachel's dad. I grab Morpheus' arm and he looks at me. "I'd rather like to get this labor over with, so I'm sorry for interrupting." I informed the two as another contraction tore through me. I look up at Morpheus as Johanna leaves and I huff a little. "You are taking Matthew and that's the end of it." I continue with a loud cry as the floor opens for me.
The stairs were moving which was a good thing, I would never have been able to walk. "I would like my children to have a father." I say to him, pressing my hand to his cheek. Lucienne was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs with a wheelchair. I let out a sob as another contraction runs through me. Lucienne pushed me back to the castle before she finally checked me. "7 cm." She informed me and I let out a pained groan as my head fell back.
Over the next two hours, I got through the pain somehow as I was moved from the castle and brought to a small place on the edge of Cain and Abel's home. When Lucienne checked again some smiled up at me. "Now, on the next contraction, you're going to push." She orders as she lays a sheet over my lower half as Abel brings in a bowl of warm water and some blankets. He took the place that Morpheus would have taken.
"I'm right here, miss. Holding your hand." Abel promises me as he lets me clutch his hand. As the next monster made of pain reared its ugly head, I did as Lucienne ordered. I took a deep breath, gripped Abel's hand, and pushed. For 30 seconds, I pushed to the best of my ability before I stopped. "I can see the head of the first twin, Lady (y/n)." Lucienne informs me, another contraction already building.
"Push." Lucienne orders me and I do, the baby slipping out more easily and I let out a gasp as the baby starts crying. "It's a boy." Lucienne says as Abel calls for Cain's help. I was grateful when Cain did come in and without a word, started to help me. He took Damon from Lucienne after she cut the cord and started washing the blood off him as he wailed loudly. "He's got good lungs." I joke as I try and catch my breath.
Lucienne smiles at me as she presses one of her gloved hands to my knee. "I can see the head of your little girl so I need you to push." She states and I nod as another contraction builds up. After another half hour of pushing, my daughter was taking her first breaths. I cry as Lucienne washes and wraps my baby girl for me. Abel sits me up so that I can take both Jessamy and Damon into my arms. Jessamy looked just like her father.
Dark hair that would rival the wings of Matthew with pale skin. She would be a beautiful girl when she grew up, and now she was a beautiful baby. But Damon...he looked like Alex. I pressed a kiss to both their foreheads. "Jessamy and Damon." I whisper to them softly as I smile up at Lucienne as we sit, staring at the babies. "They're wonderful, Lady (y/n)." Lucienne tells me as I silently wish that Morpheus could be here.
We did it Morpheus...our children are here.
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Mr. Sandman, Bring Me a Dream
Fanfiction(y/n) Burgess was someone that spent most of her mortal life wishing she wasn't born. That was until she found someone to love and listen to her. Lord Morpheus of Dreams.
