Intro:
Love hurts.
I've come to realize this over my 27 odd years of existence. Love at times can be a wonderful uplifting thing, and others it can tear you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left.
Emily gave up on foolish ideas of love long ago. But she only ever truly loved on man Daniel Grayson, along with his love he gave her one of the most precious gifts ever. What if Emily really was pregnant?

Disclaimer: I do not own Revenge, or any of the characters (aside from my own creations)

Love hurts.

I've come to realize this over my 27 odd years of existence. Love at times can be a wonderful uplifting thing, and others it can tear you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left. I've really only had four great loves of my life, all leading to an untimely demise of mine or their own somehow.

The first was my father David Clarke he loved me and all others with an open heart, this open heart eventually led to his and my own demise sending me to unfamiliar homes across America and sending him to an early grave.

The second was my first love Jack Porter, we met on the beach when I was only eight years old. The two of us together experienced many amazing lifetimes together on that beach. Now they are a passing memory of brown curls and salt water.

Then there was Daniel just Daniel, not Grayson. If I had thought my prior love for my father and Jack Porter was anything exceptional it was well before I met Daniel. Daniel Grayson showed me a pathway to my heart that I had never known existed, he opened me up to all of the future possibilities I had dismissed early on. My way of revenge was halted in order to make way for him. He was exciting and kind, genuine really he was everything far from the Grayson name I planned on destroying. I loved him… love him, I gave him my heart and so much more. Daniel gave me his heart as well, along with the most beautiful gift I'd ever received.

Daniel gave me a child. The fourth great love of my life, someone I knew I would go to my own grave protecting. More so than I would have protected my father, Jack or even Daniel. I loved that baby with every ounce of my being.
The moment I found out about the child I was elated, all my past plans were put on hold for that short moment in time. I even stopped seeing Aiden Mathis, I man who came close but I know will never be one of the great loves of my life. All of my focus went into protecting the unborn child inside of me. This protection showed me the light, but I soon found out that I couldn't be happy forever. I found out about Sarah, one of Daniels past loves and I felt a pain deep within my heart tearing me apart. I knew that the time for my revenge to see itself out was now. I never thought that anyone including the likes of a Grayson could hurt me so badly. I soon discovered that it was now or never, the life of my child was at stake if I didn't see through my plan. Revenge was my final option. Victoria Grayson would go to jail and Daniel would grieve over his loss for what he did to me. I would never allow him to see this baby, even if it killed me.

So now here we are. The salty air stirred around as I tried to fight off this nausea mine and Daniels "bundle of joy" brought with it. Victoria had just left only seconds ago her accusations following her my lies dragging along. This baby was very much alive I knew for sure as swallowed another stint of nausea. When Daniel walked out I was almost relieved I knew it was him even before I even turned. I could smell the strong scotch that I hated so much on his breath.

"I heard everything." Was all that he said, the smell of him that was so distinctly Daniel was in my nostrils mixed with that horrible smell of scotch that I so despised. It brought on more nausea, but i held it back.

The look in his eyes terrified me my maternal instincts grabbed something deep inside of me and I took a glance over at the gun Aiden had left.

"What, are you going to shoot me?" he said following my gaze over to the gun.

"No" were the only words I could muster up, why would I shoot my great love? My Daniel who gave me this gift so wonderful that just the thought brought joy to my heart. I wasn't paying attention and I noticed Daniel had grabbed the gun, the one I had planned to "die" by.

"You set me up! Two Years," he said the drunken stupor easily identifiable in his voice. "Two years, I bet you laughed at me every time I questioned you." That's when I felt the aftermath of this great love tearing me apart. Piece by piece, and I knew for sure this wouldn't end well. I had to tell him the truth.

"Daniel—"

"You just fed me more of your lies! Why?" I clutched my unborn child inside me my fear for someone other than myself, another life as at stake. I could feel my champagne flute filled with cider slipping slowly from my grasp almost like my hold on this situation."Why did you tell me I was going to be a father?"

I was at a loss for words, my heart felt like it had stopped beating early on in this conversation. I could feel the cold around me my nausea long forgotten, my sickness feeling miles away. All I could say to Daniel Grayson, the wonderful love of my life, father of my unborn child was
"I'm sorry."

And I believe that to be my last memory.

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