8 Months Later

Stan and Kyle were necking on Kyle's bed, stroking each other's hair gently, when Stan suddenly felt his stomach.

"What is it, my darling?" Kyle asked, worry staining his brows.

"I think. My water just broke."

It was true—water seeped into his pants and stained the bed.

"Is it true? Can this be happening? My gypsy..." Kyle gently pulled Stan up and led him to the car. As he drove to Hell's Pass, he instructed Stan to keep breathing.

"Soon we'll have two beautiful babies. You'll be a mommy soon."

Stan smiled through his heaving. He liked the sound of that—it brought tinkling bell music to his ears.

When they arrived, two nurses rushed Stan to the maternity ward while Kyle, the selfless lover that he was, held his fragile hand all the way. He ignored the stares of others, only concentrating on the pain in Stan's eyes. "Shhh, my love. It'll soon be over."

The nurses eased Stan into a special bed they had made for him. It was like a normal birth giving bed but it had a hole in the middle where the baby could come through. This way, he could be comfortable and it would ease the birthing process.

"I think it's coming!" Stan screamed. The nurses nodded at each other and knelt down to receive his babies. Kyle watched in glorious wonder as Nurse Carla pulled out a beautiful healthy baby girl.

"Oh Stan!"

But Stan couldn't respond-he had another child to birth! He pushed and heaved, sweat glistening down his rosy cheeks, his black hair wet and his slender fingers white from holding his lover's hand so tightly.

The nurse pulled out the other baby—a little baby boy.

The boy had beautiful red locks just like Kyle but the big blue eyes of Stan. While the girl had Stan's raven hair and the emerald eyes of her father.

Stan held the two children in his arms and Kyle kissed his brow gently. "This is the happiest day of my life, darling!"

Stan smiled weakly, but with no less enthusiasm. "Mine too, Kyle. I love you so much."

Kyle grinned. "What shall we name our angels?"

Stan smiled. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I want to name the boy Kyle Junior."

Kyle blushed furiously, his cheeks red with embarrassment and honor and joy. He looked down. "Well then I get to name our baby girl. I want to name her Stanria."

Stan blushed much the same. "Kyle, you don't have to do that just because I named our boy Kyle Junior."

Kyle looked at him very seriously, with truth behind those emerald sparkling eyes. "I'm not doing it for that reason. I've been thinking about names for a while too. And I think it's beautiful."

Stan smiled happily. "It is beautiful. You're beautiful. I—I never told you but. The first time I saw you, I thought I had seen an angel. Which wouldn't be too strange in this old town."

Kyle froze. "I can't believe you said that. The first time I saw you I thought you were an angel, fallen from heaven with dewy drops in your hair and sapphire gems for your eyes."

"Oh, Kyle." Stan reddened. "You were always the poetic one. That's one of the reasons I love you."

"And I love you, darling. Now sleep. You've had a long day and you need your rest."

Stan's eyes shut gently of their own accord. The last thing he remembered as he fell asleep was Kyle's gentle kiss and a feeling of complete contentment in his heart.