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Patch

"Angel please answer your phone! I'm worried!" My heart was racing. What if something bad happened to my angel?! I'll never be able to live without her! Oh god, this can't be happening! Just a couple days ago I was so happy and I had become excited to be a father, now I'm worried for both my angels. The baby. So fragile. So innocent. Would someone really harm it? Come on Jev, you've seen the people in hell, of course they would! I couldn't even walk around the house anymore. There were to many pictures of Nora and I; every time I saw them my eyes would well up with tears and I'd get a sick feeling in my stomach. I got on my knees next to the bed and put my hands together in prayer.

Please god, I know I've done bad things, but please, don't take away the two good things I have left. Punish me! Not them! The baby, it hasn't even seen the light of day. It hasn't seen it's parents! It'll never now how good of a father I would have been to it! Please god, let them live. Don't punish them for my sins. They are my reasons for living. They are the reason I am not chaining myself in hell. In hopes that you'll hear my pleas, amen.

*2 months later*

"Please! I'm telling you I didn't touch her!" the man pleading as I slowly cut up his arm. I can't really hear him; I've gotten so used to hearing the same thing that I was able to tune it out. Something in me told me he was lying, so I dug something into him, hoping to uncover answer, or more pain for him.

"OKAY! SHE'S IN CALIFORNIA!"The man confessed.

"Not good enough." I said monotonously. I dug the knife in deeper.

"OKAY SHE'S IN SAN CLEMENTE!" I stopped cutting and looked up at him.

"She works as a librarian!" I released the man from his harnesses.

"If I find out your lying, than pain you just felt is going to be a warm up." I looked at him with hatred and headed for my car. My sensitive hearing could still pick up that nephilim's sobbing. I didn't question how he knew where she was, all I wanted to see was my angel.

*2 days Later*

Her it is, the library. I almost ran into the doors. When I walked in, I could see her. She was on her computer. She didn't even look miserable. She was chatting with her co-worker before I walked in and she even laughed a couple of times! But when she was talking, I picked up a couple of names that I didn't recognize. She was talking about her daughter and sons. As far as I know, babies take 9 months to develop, right? So there was no way she could have four children. And who the hell was Sam? I struggled to remain my composure. Is this even the right girl? I took one look at her and my heart thudded loudly. It was my Angel. When I went up to the checkout calender, she didn't even look up, she seemed busy. I cleared my throat to gain her attention. She looked up at me and she seemed unfazed. Why isn't she jumping into my arms and praising me for saving her? My eyes shifted down to her stomach. She was so much bigger than the last time I saw her. She looked like she could go into labor at any second!

"How far along are you?" I asked. I don't really know much about soon to be mothers, but shouldn't she be on maternity leave?

"Six months, going on seven next week." No way in hell is she only six months! I stared at her for a while, lost in my thoughts. She seemed okay. No bruises on her face, thank god for that, although I'm pretty sure they would have healed. There wasn't a sign of distress in her facial expression. Well, she did look a little uncomfortable, now that I realize that I was staring far to long. She opened her mouth but before any words came out she gasped in pain. Her hand went to her stomach and concern clouded my thoughts.

"Are you okay?" I ask. It's pretty clear I care too much to be a concerned citizen. But I wasn't one though, I was the man who had made an oath to love her and only her and that I would spend eternity just showing how much I loved her, her and our baby. She gasped again and this time I could see tears in her eyes. I sprinted around to see her and mumbled some words to her and the next thing I know I had my angel in my arms. I gently put her in my car, careful not to hurt her even more. I drove at light speed. She may have said something about calling her husband now that I think about it, but her pain cut her off, and I swear I had heard a snap. Was that her rib!? We reached the hospital and I refused to let those nurses wheel her away as I just stood there. She protested a little but when another wave of pain hit her, she was clinging to me for comfort. I screeched at the lady behind the front desk to get a doctor but before she could deny me, I compelled her to get a doctor and a few minutes later I was following a to a room.

"The kicking! PLEASE make it stop! It hurts so much!" She wailed at the doctor. So that was what I saw, kicking? I wanted so badly to rest my hand on her stomach and feel our child kick. Dr. Owen put her hand on my angels stomach.

"I can see why your in so much pain Mrs. Andrews." Mrs. Andrews. As in not Grey; as in married to a Mr. Andrews. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" she asked. Nora guided her hand to her rib and gave a short yelp as the doctor applied pressure. "Well It seems that all this kicking has broken a rib. Seeing as a brace might add pressure to your stomach, we can't give you a brace, but we can prescribe you some pain medication for it." My poor angel! " Just to make sure everyone is doing okay down there, I'm going to run an ultrasound." she turned to me, looking quizzically at me. "Who are you?"she asked. Nora was about to speak up before I interrupted her. "The father." Dr. Owen nodded at me and then left the room.

"Why did you say that?" Nora asked.

"I didn't want to leave you alone Angel." I replied.

"Why do you keep calling me that? I thought you only give nicknames to people that you have known for at least more than a day?" My heart sank as I heard her say those words. She didn't remember me."Are you one of Sam's friends?" she asked.

"Yep, My name Jev, you can call me Patch though, and Sam must be your...?"

"Husband. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't know because he hasn't really went out with his friends ever since the wedding. I think I remember hearing about a Patch at sometime. It sounds familiar." she explained. So she was married. Great. But at least she has some recollection of me. Dr. Owen walks in, wheeling a television of some sort. Oh right, the machine. She squirts some sort of gel on Nora, making her gasp.

"Are you in pain again?" I ask, willing her to be okay.

"No Patch, it's just cold." Relief crosses over me as the machine flashes to life; and there it is. A baby, but... there's more than one. This can't be Nora! Nora was only pregnant with one baby, not four. I would have remembered that. I see them on the screen and my eyes start to sting.