Something cold urges my mind to wake up my body, and I find myself on a single bed of golden silk. One large strap wrapped around my front, protecting me from rolling off of the bed, I say that because I realize I'm in a ship, in a warm, comfortable room. Sitting up, I wince at the pain in my left shoulder, and try to remember what happened. Taking off the strap and swinging my legs over the bed, the first thing I think of is where's Thomas? I look down at myself, seeing I'm no longer in that bloodied dress, but I'm in biker shorts and a loose shirt. I open the bedroom door and step out, seeing no one, but I didn't dare speak.

I walk around, quietly opening every door to check for anyone, but it seemed like no one was aboard. Until I'm face to face with a large metal door. A table was framed beside it, and a picture of a palm hung above it. Placing my hand over it, it flashed green and the door opened. I sighed and stepped through. I've entered the cockpit. Bruce Wayne and Barry Allen were steering, while Arthur and Diana were standing in front of something... something dimly glowing. They turned around when they heard the door open, and I gasped so quietly, it was barely audible. The thing that they were standing in front of was Thomas, my Thomas. I met Arthur's eyes but quickly looked back at my son, who was floating in that glass.

I paced quickly, hurrying to Thomas' side, and tapped on the glass. "Why is he still in there?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of him.

"We don't know," Diana said. "That glass is impenetrable."

"HOW?" I asked. "There's gotta be a way!" I placed both my hands on the glass and his eyes opened. "Arthur, are you seeing this?"

Arthur let out a soft laugh and touched my lower back, bringing me in closer to him. "He's been doing that for a couple hours. He's so curious."

Thomas' eyes ran from me to Arthur and back to me, and the glass started to heat up. Arthur and I started to panic, when... the glass melted away, like butter on a hot stove, and I caught him. Water levitated around him, and I fell to my knees, holding my boy so close I was sure I'd crush him. I bawled, feeling an overwhelming sense of fulfillment and hope. "He's like me," I said through tears. "Arthur, he's like me!" He knew what that meant, meaning that I wasn't alone in who I was and what I did. My son, my boy, he has my abilities! Thomas began to cry and the water around him fell to the floor. Diana sat next to me, telling me I'd have to nurse him, and I was ready. I fed my son, looking at Arthur, who looked at me in a way I haven't seen before.

"What?" I ask, feeling nothing but happiness and love. "You're staring at me."

Arthur stood up, making his way to me and placed a kiss on my lips. "I knew I loved you, but I didn't know it was possible to love you more." He looked at Thomas, who had fallen asleep while nursing on my breast. Thomas had honey-brown hair, curling at the ends. His eyes were a bold dark color, accented by full, black lashes. I was utterly, deeply in love with my son.

"He's perfect," we say at the same time. I smile and look at Arthur. "I love you," I say. "What ever happens between us, I'll support you, and I'll love you."

"Marry me."

I furrowed my brows, taken aback by what he'd just said. "Arthur, what? What about Atlantis? Your people, your family, your-"

"You are my family. You and him, you are my people," he started. His eyes glazed over, as if he was going to cry. "My duty is to my people but my duty is also to myself. And I want nothing more than to have you as my wife. I love you, and screw anyone who tries to tell me otherwise. You and Thomas..."

"But what about what you said before he was born? You acted like you regretted meeting me."

"You can't blame me for thinking that. I'd brought so much pain to you. It felt like I've been bringing pain everywhere I go to everyone I meet. But I'm not confused, I'm not regretful, I'm not anything in between, and I'm sorry for saying those things. You're what matters most to me," he says as he kisses Thomas's head. "And him, too, of course. Our boy." I fought the urge to cry as I noticed he lit up every time he looked at Thomas. "Will you marry me, Ella?"

I grabbed his face with my free hand and kissed him like it was our last. He grabbed onto me and pulled away. "Soooo, is that a yes?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Yes, idiot!"

He pulled something out of his pocket, and slipped it onto my ring finger. A ring with an oval cushion, holding a deep-blue crystal. "It's the heart of the ocean," he said. "You're a unique woman, so you deserved a unique ring." And it hit me, this wasn't a decision made on a whim. Arthur had thought this out, bought the ring, and wondered when would be right to ask me. He meant it. He was mine, and I was his.