She plopped down on the couch. This job was killing her. She liked the people she worked with, it was the hours that was killing her. She worked every night from the time she put her daughter to bed until two in the morning, got about four hours of sleep, then had to wake up and take care of her daughter during the days. She never thought it was going to be so hard.

It was suppose to be perfect, her relationship with her fiance was great, until they discovered she was pregnant. They had their own place, both had good jobs, everything they needed, and she was planning their wedding. She was excited to find she'd be having a baby. Sure she'd probably have the baby before they were married, but now a days that really isn't frowned upon any longer. He wasn't. In fact, he took a major turn for the worse. Before she got pregnant, he was attentive, saw to her every need. Which is why she thought having the baby was going to make them stronger. How wrong she was.

She got up and peeked in at her daughter. It had become a routine. She'd make sure she was breathing, and just knowing that her daughter was sleeping peacefully put her at ease. How could you look at that sweet little face and not be in love with her? How could you not want her? Not want to be there for her?

He didn't. At seven months she had to quit her job. It was a great job too, only they didn't take care of their employees well, and when she was working ten hours a day and only allowed to eat on her lunch, it was putting her babies health at risk. He didn't like having to foot all the bills. That caused many fights. At eight and a half months, she learned the baby was too little, and her parents started shoving food in her mouth every chance they got. Her parents were great. She thought they would fly off the handle when they learned she was pregnant, but as a matter of fact, her mother was thrilled to be a grandma. And her father is the proudest of grandpas. It really is sweet.

He never helped around the house. He only had one chore, and that was to clean the cat box, because it too could cause complications. He rarely did that. He bitched because she was rarely home. Of course she'd want to spend time where she felt loved and taken care of. She spent the majority of her final trimester at her parents house.

She had a very long labor. Five days in fact. Her mother had called a mid-wife to help her and check on her in the final month, and the mid-wife had said her case was called nocturnal labor. She'd have contractions, hard ones, during the night, and nothing during the day. She was grateful to have the mid-wife, who was in fact a friend of the family. On the fourth night, something different happened. She begun to feel an intense burning in her hips, and knew something was wrong. Now he was hanging around through most of it. They were at her parents house for the duration, and he'd go to work during the day. He never offered to help, had to be pushed by everyone there to stay by her side, or else you'd find him sitting in front of the TV. While she was in pain, he slept. He wasn't even excited that his daughter was coming.

So when the burning started, and she couldn't walk, let alone move, he got pissed off enough to say that it was enough, and took her to the er. From there, the Dr's decided to push her labor along faster. This made her family so excited and brightened her mood a bit. So they put her in a labor room, which luckily she didn't have to share, and hooked her to the monitors. Her mother encouraged her to get an epidural, because she had been laboring so hard the last few nights, and her body needed rest. She didn't want it really, but was grateful later on. It was a relief to not feel pain any longer. Mean while, he had pulled one of the chairs up to the TV and put on a sports program.

She wanted a natural birth so badly. She wanted to know what it was to be a mother, and that included giving birth naturally. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. About an hour after the Dr's sped up her contractions, they came rushing back into the room. There was a problem. When she'd have a contraction, the baby was getting caught and her heart rate would drop to a scary number, below fifty. Emergency c-section. She was so scared, never having any operations before in her life. He didn't go with her. He stayed in the room and watched TV. Her mother went to see her granddaughter being born. The gentleman who gave her the epidural stayed with her and comforted her while she was being cut open. Stroking her hair and telling her she was doing great. A place he should have been, not a tech.

While she recovered, he went to see the baby. Her mother had followed the Dr's to the nursery to make sure her granddaughter was taken care of. He took one look at the baby and talked with another lady, a friend of his, that had had her baby a day before, who was also in the nursery. Her mother had said she was pissed. He should have been oohing and awhing over his own child, not someone else's.

So they went home to her parents house and were there about two weeks, so she could recover and her mother could help her. She wasn't suppose to lift anything heavier then the baby, let alone be out of bed for almost a month. And in that two weeks, he'd lost his temper with her family and her and moved back home with out her. Told her to call him when she was ready to move back and he'd get her. Never mind the fact that in that two weeks he wanted to have sex with her. She'd just had a baby for crying out loud, and she was cut open!

So she went back home. The first night was great. She came home to a clean house and he was making dinner for her. This is the man she wanted. The one who paid attention to her. He changed the diapers and held the baby. Told her how beautiful she was. She really thought that maybe things weren't as bad as they looked. Maybe she had just been too stressed. The next night, he left her to starve. Came home, sat in front of the TV, made himself dinner, then went back to the damn TV. Didn't come in the bedroom to see the baby, didn't give her a kiss hello, didn't ask if she was hungry or if she wanted to share his food. The only thing he did was turn off the bedroom light, while she was crying silent tears. It was this night she told him she was leaving him.

He went to work the next day and immediately her mother and brother helped move everything over to their house. All the baby stuff and a duffel of her clothes. He stormed in on his lunch demanding to know what was going on. He thought that they had just had a fight that night, nothing more. She told him she was tired of putting up with his shit and to leave her alone. Gave him back the ring. She didn't want to get married to a man that didn't care enough about his fiance that he let her starve. He left after pulling out some tears and playing the "But I love you" card. Then she felt bad. Until she went home to get some more clothes and found everything of hers packed in a pile in the corner of the bedroom. Yeah she had left him, but she was still holding out hope that he would realize why it was that she did so, and change his ways. Apparently not.

She was too kind hearted to not let him see the baby. Her parents would allow him a hour or two ever weekend. They hated him for how he treated her. Then he denied her child support, saying he'd never put money in her hand. If the baby needed something, she was to tell him and he'd buy it. Never mind the cost of gas to take the baby to the Dr, or when she needed something for the baby that he couldn't bring, like medicine in the middle of the night.

He'd come over and do nothing but take pictures of himself with the baby. So he could show his friends what a good father he was. About two months of this, and the cards and treats for her started. On mother's day, her first one, he brought her a card but never looked at the baby. Then she started thinking maybe he just had first time jitters. Many first time fathers have a hard time adjusting right? But she noticed that now he was paying less and less attention to their daughter, and spent more time trying to win her back. This upset her too. She didn't need him, their daughter did. So she ended his visits. Until he could realize that both women needed equal attention from him. But that never happened.

And so now, a year later, here she was laying in her bed, in the bedroom she shared with her daughter in her parents house, trying to sleep. She had come to terms with the fact that the only time he tried, was when she was dating someone else, and he'd found out about it. He was never going to grow up and realize he can't have his cake and eat it too. A full year it took her to fully get over Darien Chiba and move on with her life. Thank god for friends.

So...it's been a really long time since I've written anything. I was once known as Angel Kisses and my pride and joy story was Pen Pals (another GW/SM x-over). But sadly, I no longer have that email account, hence the new one. I've noticed a drastic shortage of GW/SM x-overs, and plan to at least keep up with mine. I'm die hard fan, have been for years and it really bums me out when I check every few days and no one has updated. So I promise to update every few days. FayRay

This is the only time I'm writing this, so please remember in the next few chapters; I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. I am merely borrowing the characters to fill in the roles of my fics.