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She was covered in blood. Deep red blood. Falling from her face, to her hands. Blood on her bedsheets. Infecting her with its beauty. An ugly thing made beautiful. Blood.
Before her lay a baby, noiseless. It's eyes were held tightly shut. Hands scrunched into small little balls. It was silent. No movement, not even the moving of its chest as it took soft breaths. It was dead. She was dead. The blood had been her own. Her and her precious babe were dead.
"AGH!" Francis jolted upright in her bed. She took in rushed breaths. She scrambled to check her body and the bed. No sign of any blood. And no baby. It was a dream a horrid dream.
Although as she felt the bed around her she did notice someone was missing. Thomas. He wasn't in his usual spot next to her. His side of the bed was cold. As if he hadn't been lying there for hours. He was just simply gone.
It was still dark out so Francis knew it must be late at night or early morning. Regardless Thomas shouldn't be gone. Francis got up from the bed and wrapped a coat around her frame. Protection from the blistering cold.
Quietly she made her way downstairs. She first checked the kitchen, that's where the booze was, then the living room, where Thomas would stay if he couldn't sleep and finally the baby's nursery. Francis thought to check in there because occasionally Thomas would sit and just look at the empty room, almost waiting for the future. But to no avail, Thomas was not in the room.
For a moment Francis truly thought he had left. That was until she realised that she hadn't checked the most obvious place, his office.
Just as she thought, there he was in all his grace sat with fumbling with paper and letters. His glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. When he heard the quiet shuffles coming from his door he tipped his head upwards "Francis, love what are you doing up?" He asked quietly whilst removing his glasses from his head.
"I had a bad dream and when I woke up you were gone" she stated barely above a whisper.
He sighed and put his hands out for her "come here" he motioned her over.
Slowly she stalked towards him. When she finally reached him she sat herself down on the chair infront of him. For a moment the pair remained silent just looking at eachother that was until Francis spoke up "I'm worried Tom. For you, for Ada, for Pol, Micheal, John, this baby, for fucking everyone Tom. Sabini is not a man to fuck about with!" Her voice began to rise. "I will not have my life stripped away from me all because you couldn't stop being power hungry for once in your life..." a single tear fell from her eye, it rolled down her cheek and into the crease of her mouth "you're going to be a father soon, Thomas. I think you should start thinking things through."
