A/N: Here is the last chapter. Yes this is a rather short story. But I feel as if I might be forced by my own creative impulses to write a sequel.

Thanks for the reviews everybody! It really made my first story great.

Anna

Chapter Five

"Victor!"

Victoria walked into the vast entrance hallway, calling for her husband. She shut the door behind her, hearing a sharp sound from the piano bench.

There was Victor, smiling shyly at the piano. Victoria forced a grin.

"Hello love." Victor said softly. "Happy Anniversary."

Victoria swallowed. "Yes. To you too, dearest. But there is something I need to tell you…"

Victor smiled proudly. "There is something I need to tell you."

Victoria neared the piano bench. Victor clasped her hands, and looked up at her with big, innocent, puppy dog eyes.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

Victoria blinked. Oh no, Here it comes…

"W-wrong impression of what exactly?" she stammered, her hear pounding in her ribcage. Victor laughed shortly.

"The song, my dear, was for you."

Victoria felt the room shrink around her. She'd fretted, and avoided Victor for absolutely nothing. She wanted to crawl underneath a rock, and drop dead from guilt.

But still, she was confused. It was called Butterflies…how could it be for her?

"I…I don't know what to say…"

"You needn't say anything." Victor said, releasing her hands, and turning towards the keyboard.

"Just listen."

He pressed the keys, and began to play a lovely melody that would have sent Beethoven into hiding. The rhythm was steady, and floaty, but had the ultimate undertones of romance. An ode. And ode to love.

It occurred to her; they had set Emily free. She'd given them her blessing. She closed her eyes, and her image came to mind, flying from the church window in a flock of butterflies. She saw herself kissing Victor, and taking his hand. She was in love. And so was he!

She opened her eyes, now brimming with moisture. She looked at Victor, who was gazing at her expectantly.

"Darling, what's the matter?"

She sniffled. "I'm sorry Victor. I was so stupid…"

Victor stood up, embracing her tenderly. A fat tear rolled down her cheek. She was embarrassed, and stupid, but unimaginably happy.

"It's alright." Victor said softly

Victoria's spirits lifted. Now, she could tell him about the baby. T was a perfect time indeed.

"Victor?" She spoke in an excited whisper.

Victor smiled at her. "Yes?"

Victoria was unable to hide her pleasure; her face broke into a grin. "Yesterday, when I went out walking, I spoke to a doctor…"

Victor's face paled. He stoked her cheek with his palm, his hand shaking. "You're not ill, are you?"

Victoria laughed. "No! I'm pregnant!"

Victor's eyes were as wide as platters. "You're pregnant?"

Victoria nodded. Victor laughed joyous, and took her in his arms. Both were giggling like children, and crying at the very same time.

"I love you!" Victor told his wife.

"I love you too!" she replied breathlessly. "Oh, Victor! It's so wonderful! We're going to have a baby!

"I'm going to be a father!" Victor exclaimed.

Suddenly his expression changed drastically. He was a pale as a sheet, and looked as if he could faint at any second. Victoria arched an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

Victor rubbed his forehead. "Oh dear…."

Swallowing hard, he inhaled, and said, rather loudly, in a mixture of nervousness, and ecstasy, he yelled.

"I'm going to be a father!"

The End!

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