5Even: This is the story version of 'My Baby'. I want to thank Relena Duo, FrenchMacaroni, and Lavi-Usagi for reviewing the last one. It made me happy! So this story is in thanks of those three!

Chapter one
Just the Beginning.

Kanda, paced back and forth. His steel grey eyes locked with the stoned floor. He had found out at least an hour or so ago that his lover was giving birth to their child.

He prayed that Alma was alright. He begged to the God or God's above that they were kept safe. The near thirty year old general had no idea what to do. He felt so helpless, his wife was giving birth, screaming in pain. While all he did was sit around and wait. He knew he had to be there with Alma, but the doctors would not allow it. He would be a distraction to Alma, and it could bring some type of bad luck.

Looking at the clock, he added up the time as to how long he had been in the waiting room. Close to fourteen hours in all. Sitting down by his redheaded exorcist Marian Cross, he was nearing sixteen. He looked bored and uninterested about what is going on. Kanda knew that the boy could not understand what was going on. He was too young.

Kanda brushed those away, and looked at the hallway that his wife was taken down, with their soon to be child. He sighed to himself and leaned back in the chair and waited for something to happening, saying that he could go seen them.

He placed his elbows to his knees, and placed his head in the palms of his hands. He was so stressed out about all this birth and what could happen, fear gripped at his heart. His mind raced with the thought about losing his son and wife or just one of them. He looked at the hall she was taken down. He knew that Alma was going through the worst of it all; he felt guilt about it, having Alma go through all that pain. Just because he wanted a family, he felt selfish. He heard the stressed screams when he first arrived. He could started smelling the blood an hour ago.

He did not realized that he had closed his eyes until he felt a hand on his his eyes, he turned his head towards Cross. He his wide innocent golden brown eyes boring into his gray. "The nurse is here." Cross said, his tone was bored and uninterested like normal. But in his eyes, he could see excitement and some fear.

Kanda looked over at the nurse, he noticed some dots of blood on the uniform and hands. He felt his heart drop into his stomach, but it felt like it was lodge in his throat. He stood up, going straight to the nurse. "Are they okay?" He asked his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton calls, his eyes were filled with worry and fear.

The nurse smiled at him, a few loving smile that was filled with such gentleness. "They are perfectly fine," she looked at the both of them and let out a small smile. "you and your friend may go see them, they are in room 13A, on the left." She explained and walked off, she needed to clean herself of the blood and germs. She did not want anything to spread.

Kanda nodded his head, he brushed right past her, leaving Cross at his spot. He looked calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside he was screaming and wanting to run. Which he ended up doing, running up the stairs. He opened the door 13A calmly, poked his head inside.

His eyes winded. He saw the his woman holding a little white blanket. He slowly walked in his face was still in wonder and he was so happy, that they were both alright. The door closed behind him, filling the room with a soft click.

Alma opened her eyes tired brown eyes, she looked exhausted, unconditional love and was held in them. Kanda smiled and sat down beside her on the bed. Leaning over towards her, he kissed her forehead. "You did a wonderful job." He said and brushed the hair from her face. Stroking down her cheek, he took her chin and pressed his lips to hers. Missing them, even though it was only hours ago that he had seen her.

Pulling away from her, he stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb, pulling away. He sat down in the chair next to the bed.

She smiled at him, sitting herself up on the pillows. She held the little white bundle closer to her form. "Wanna see him?" She asked softly, her tone was hoarse from screaming in pain.

Looking at her than at the sleeping bundle in her arms. He thought for a moment, before deciding to hold him. His dark gray eyes trained on the moving white bundle. He watched as she removed the a piece of the blanket from the child's face.

His heart melted at the sight of the his son chubby little face. His eyes opened to show gray eyes like Kanda's, rounded like Alma's. He had brownish black fuzz on his head like Alma's hair. Same nose as Alma a cute small pointed nose. Thin pale lips like Kanda, a pointed chin like him as well, but for the years to come rounded with baby fat.

The baby stared at the blue haired samurai before him. He was curious as to who this creature was, blinking at him, he wiggled a bit. He was held in the creatures arms. He looked at the man, wanting to touch him, see what that long stuff on his head was.

Alma looked at Kanda for a moment, her eyes looked now held a look of worry. "Yu, I must tell you,"She began, her voice was trembling. Her eyes close to tears.

Kanda looked at her. He noticed her scared tone and her eyes. "What's wrong?" He held his boy to his chest, as he pushed over towards his wife.

Alma bit her bottom lip, she sat up fully, her hands slowly removed a part of the blanket and she pushed the blanket down a little and showed Kanda the red and veiny arm with the green cross on it.

Kanda stared, he looked at his baby boy, who looked at him with trust and love, than at Alma, who looked scared and ready to cry.

Kanda reached out to the baby, taking him from Alma once again. She let out a little whimper of fear. He ignored the sound of her fear and held the child to his chest. Taking a good look at him.

"He has two ears, two eyes, a nose, " Kanda lightly poked the baby's nose gently. "He has two working feet, he has two arms, hands, and five on each." He said and looked into the baby's eyes. "As far as I can see he is my son." He looked at Alma. "My son who is special, my son who is my pride and joy." He looked at Alma. "So what's wrong with him?" He asked his wife.

He looked at the red arm, he stroked the red appendage. He smiled at his baby boy, who wrapped his little red hand around his finger holding it tightly. "He is beautiful, just like his mama." Kanda whispered lovingly kissing the top of the red hand where the green glowing cross was at. "My precious little boy." He said with utmost love and joy.

Alma looked at her husband, her eyes wide as she watched and listened to his words. She slowly smiled at him. She rubbed her face with the palm of her hand and watched her husband and newborn.

Kanda cooed at the baby and planted butterfly kisses on the babies face and and hand. He whispered little words to the baby. Like I loves you's and nuzzled the babies face.

"Kanda what are we going to name him?" She asked as she laid back down against the bed. She breath in deeply and exhaled slowly. She was tired and wanted some sleep after everything she had gone through.

Kanda thought for a moment. "I want to name him after the man who gave his life to protect mine Alastair." He said and looked at Alma.

Alma blinked. "Alastair, isn't that...?" She whispered her tone puzzled.

Kanda smiled and nodded. "My fathers name, he died protecting me from Akuma." He whispered softly, looking at his bundle that was now sleeping. "It means Protector of Mankind."

Alma smiled and looked at the male. She reached out and took Kanda's hand. "I love you..."She whispered suddenly.

Kanda was a little surprised by the sudden affection, but smiled nonetheless. "And I you." He whispered and kissed her lips once again, a smile on his lips.

Cross watched the small family from the door, a smile on his face. The husband and wife were smiling softly at newborn.

This was a happy day for all of them, but for how long will it last?
Cross hoped that it would for a little while longer. He was going to try to keep the order off their back and to keep his Master's family safe.

But at least for the moment, they were free to love and be a safe family.