John brought her to the beach where they first spent the day together.

When she saw the sea her eyes filled with joy as she revived all the memories and the growth their relationship had.

She still remembered when he mentioned for the first time she was a supernatural creature but he couldn't figure out what and she was barely believing his assumption.

So many things have changed in her life, if she looked back at the person she was back then she could barely recognize her.

Her mindset, her values, and even her way to talk to people changed since then.

She removed her dress and sat on the shore lifting her petticoat. She sat enough afar from the sea to get only her fingertips wet from the waves.

John reached her running, "you don't even wait for me!" he complained even if his voice was quite amused.

Roselyn suffocated a laugh as she understood he indeed was right, she forgot about him and only minded about the sea.

After she discovered she was a banshee and began to work on her powers she noticed her link with nature improved, she could feel all the noises amplified and the scent of the waves penetrated her lugs giving her a sensation of joy and entirety with it.

John sat near her moving her pumps to the side and taking off his shirt.

He then wrapped the jacket around Roselyn's shoulders when he noticed she got goosebumps from the cold. It was fall and the water was colder than the last time they had visited the sea.

John's jacket had his scent and was warmth, Roselyn smiled at his kind gesture as she dipped her foot in the shore playing with the sands with her fingers.

"Last time we went here I would have never imagined we would end up like this," Roselyn whispered. She looked at the waves more agitated than the last time and of a darker shade of blue yet so majestically beautiful.

John took a deep breath, "me either. But I always felt the butterfly feeling in my stomach since we first kisses. I couldn't figure out what but something about you deeply intrigued me." He said as he admired her hair blowing at the wind while the waves had reached her knees now.

She crawled in John's jacket for the cold but at the same time loved how the coldness of the waves felt on her delicate skin. So sharply coldness and at the same time delicate just like John's touch.

"You're cold. Shall we get back in the carriage?" John asked concerned but Roselyn shook her head.

All of a sudden a smile curved her lips and she gazed down at her belly, she lifted her petticoat revealing her bloated bump.

A little basin on her bump began to pump inside her belly just like it was a heartbeat.

Roselyn's eyes filled with tears of commotion and she placed her hand over it.

When she opened her eyes a huge joyfully smile lit up her face, "I can feel the baby is happy." Roselyn said in a moved voice.

John smiled as well, he carefully leaned his hand on Roselyn's belly too and when he touched it he could feel the baby's heartbeat racing.

John hugged Roselyn and when they hug the baby's heartbeat raced even more and they could feel their son was so happy when they were together.

When they departed from the hug the baby's heartbeat had synchronized with Roselyn's heartbeat. She stretched her hand and headed it to the sky, a rainbow appeared upon them and a ray of sunshine fell on the couple.

Roselyn's hair was highlighted with redness as wings appeared on her back.

Roselyn looked at them amazed, this time no battle would distract her and she could dedicate her full attention to her amazing colorful huge wings.

Her hair fully died of red and blew into the air as she arose from the ground to float in the sky.

John smiled, "use your powers, Rose" he screamed from afar.

Roselyn closed her eyes, the waves meantime were still quite agitated due to the wind so she focused on them. She closed her eyes and managed to calm down the wind, then she focused on the waves of the sea and linked with them to transfer in them peace and calm.

In few seconds the waves calmed down and the sun emerged from the clouds that soon faded away.

Roselyn moved her wings, she wanted to learn how to fly now.

She focused on her wings and tried to move them but she could only move her shoulders.

Roselyn frowned her forehead attempting a second try, this time she barely moved an inch of her left wing.

"I can't move them," Roselyn murmured to John, despite the distance and the low tone of her voice he still heard her.

"You will learn with time now don't overwork yourself and come down," John screamed back to her but she shook her head slowly.

She didn't know when she would get the occasion to get wings again she better try to take advantage of the situation.

She closed her eyes once more, she stretched her legs and pushed her body afar but the wigs barely moved from their spread open position.

Roselyn could feel her son focus with her and she smiled at the thought of him or her being supportive in her regards. The image of her baby willing to succeed in moving her wings, even more, motivated her enough to attempt a second try.

The wings were heavy on her shoulders, she was also not used to floating and feeling the wind blowing through her legs. The view from above was so different and the sea seemed even more beautiful and huger than she thought.

As she focused her floating reached a very high height that John from above seemed like grain on the sand.

She could see him moving his mouth and probably screaming something to her but it was inaudible since they were too far.