"Patch, we're going to be late," I grumbled, staring at my phone. He was supposed to call when he was coming back home, since we were going to meet my mother at my old house. She still lived there, all alone now, but she said she didn't mind. She was gone a lot now anyways. Now she was back from her business trip, anxious to see us, and Patch was making us late.

My phone buzzed in my hands, and I immediately picked up. "Patch!"

"What? Is something wrong?" His voice sounded innocent.

I rolled my eyes. "Patch, we're going to be late to my mother's!"

"I thought you said we had to be there at three thirty," he said.

I sighed, letting my head drop into my hand. "No Patch, we have to be there at three."

"Well, I'm almost home. Don't worry Angel, we'll get there in time." He sounded exhausted.

I frowned. "Are you okay, honey?"

I heard him sigh. "I'm fine, Angel. Don't worry about it. I'm on our street now." And he hung up.

I pulled on my coat, slid into my shoes, and waited until I could hear Patch's SUV coming down the street. We lived in a pretty secluded area up in the hills, but we liked the sense of privacy. It made it easier to know when someone was coming, too, since nearly no cars made the venture up here. As I saw Patch's SUV pull into our driveway, I went out the front door and jogged to his car. I slid into the passenger seat and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Hi, Patch."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and his hand naturally rested on my abdomen. "Hey Angel."

Not much was said during the thirty minute drive to my mother's house. I could tell Patch was thinking and I didn't want to interrupt him. Occasionally I would feel his thumb stroking my lower stomach, which made me smile. I would glance at him, seeing his face scrunched in thought. It made me curious, but I didn't ask. Finally, we arrive at my mother's house fifteen minutes late. I walked up the the front door and used the key I've had since childhood to let us in.

"Nora? Is that you?" My mother called, sounding like she was in the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mom, we're here. Sorry we're late, but Patch was late picking me up from the house." I gave Patch a small forgiving smile as I took off my shoes at the door.

Patch nodded. "Sorry Blythe," he called to her, taking off his shoes.

My mom came out of the kitchen and greeted us as we were walking down the hallway. She opened her arms for a hug from me. "Hi Nora, it's so good to see you again! I really need to stop going away so often."

I returned the hug. "It's okay, Mom, I understand."

My mom smiled and opened her arms to Patch. "And you, Patch. Don't think I'm going to let you by without a hug. After all, you are going to officially be my son-in-law soon!"

Patch grinned awkwardly at my mom and gave her a hug. I knew Patch was thinking about the hostile way my mother used to act around him. It was odd for us to see her so friendly towards him.

My mom pulled away, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. "I'm going to start making dinner now, hopefully it will be done in an hour. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

I nodded, glancing at Patch who was following behind me. "Yeah, I think we're getting hungry. What are you making?" I asked casually, hoping it wasn't anything that was going to make me sick.

"Pasta," my mother told me, raising her eyebrows. "Your favorite."

I bit my lip. "Can I just have noodles, then, Mom? I'm trying to stay away from anything that will make me sick."

My mom smiled. "Of course, I almost forgot! But you're at the end of your first trimester, aren't you? Shouldn't the morning sickness be going away?"

I nodded. "It has, but no need to trigger it again."

My mother nodded, smiling proudly. "Can I see your belly?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes at Patch, who was struggling not to laugh. I pulled up my graphic tee and turned sideways. I heard my mother gasp and she covered her mouth with her hands. I laughed. "14 weeks tomorrow," I said proudly, resting my hand on the top of my bump.

My mom stepped slowly towards me and her hand joined mine on my abdomen. "Nora, sweetie, you're pregnant!"

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Uh, yeah mom, I thought you knew that."

My mom smiled sheepishly. "I guess it just hit me now."

We talked for a while and ate dinner. The pasta didn't make me sick, something that made Patch smile. He didn't like seeing me sick at all, so making the triumph of keeping my food down was great. Maybe this pregnant thing wasn't so bad after all.

-About a Week Later-

I was laying on the couch comfortably watching a movie with Patch. He sat on the floor in front of the couch near my head. I was laying on my back, but it wasn't too comfortable. As I went to shift on my side, I felt a sort of weird sensation in my stomach. At first I thought it was just my stomach rumbling, so I ignored it. Once I was situated on my side, I reached over and started to run my fingers through Patch's curls. He chuckled, knowing it was one of my favorite things to do. But my hand stilled a minute later after I felt the movement in my abdomen again, and I realized what it was. I smiled, removing my hand from Patch's hair and laying it against my stomach. Sure enough, the movement was there again. It felt like a gentle tickle from the inside, as if something was fluttering around inside of me. It was my baby.

"Patch…"

"Hmm?" he mumbled, watching the movie.

"Patch." I said again, this time more firmly.

He turned to look at me, our eyes locking. "What is it, Angel?"

I smiled. "He's moving."

His eyebrows scrunched for second. "Wha—" Then realization hit him, and he smiled. "Really? He's moving?" Patch turned his body towards me and eagerly put a hand on my bump.

I nodded excitedly. After another still moment, the baby moved again. "There, that was him. He just moved.

Patch frowned. "I didn't feel anything."

Smiling widely, I patted his head. "Honey, you probably won't be able to feel anything until he's bigger."

Patch leaned in and pressed his ear against my bump. Listening to the heartbeat of our child was one of his favorite things to do. He sighed happily. "It's like a little drum…"

I ran my fingers through his hair as he listened to our baby. "I hope he has your hair…" I mused quietly.

Patch smiled, his eyes drifting closed. "What if it's a girl?"

I bit my lip. "I still hope she would have your hair."

Patch laughed. "Why not yours?"

"Have you seen my hair? It's like a tangled lion's mane."

Patch opened one eye. "I like your hair."

I smiled, twisting a black curl around my finger and watching the engagement ring on my finger sparkle. "Yours is better."

After a slight pause, Patch opened his eyes. "What gender do you want the baby to be?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of want a boy, but I want a girl too. What about you?"

Patch smirked. "I just want it to be healthy. Boy or girl, it doesn't matter."

I smiled. "Which one do you want more?"

Patch laughed. "I'm not telling."

Just as I was about to ask again, the baby moved again. I chuckled. "Looks like the little one wants you to tell me."

Patch closed his eyes again, and I could tell he was listening to the heart beat. "I want a girl."

I pursed my lips. "Why?"

Patch gave me a lopsided smile. "Because I want her to be just like her mother."

-Another Week-

For the first the first time in a while, I got up before Patch. I let him sleep as I got dressed and ready for the day. I was a bit anxious because today was the first appointment with the new doctor, and the day we find out the sex of the baby. I never imagined time would pass by so quickly. I was really, really starting to show now. I was worried about the wedding a bit too. Our goal was to be married in a month, when I was five months pregnant. Just a courthouse marriage, nothing in a chapel or church. We had set a date a while ago, but our priorities were not the marriage. Our priority was the baby growing inside of me.

Once I finished brushing my teeth and getting ready, I walked over to the bed and looked down at Patch. He was sleeping soundly, his mouth slack as the side of his face was smashed against the pillow. The covers had slid down during his sleep, leaving his muscular bare back completely exposed. I sighed when I saw his wing scars, and resisted touching them, knowing they could send me into a spiral of memories that I didn't have any choice to see. I gently knelt down next to him, touching his shoulder. "Patch, wake up."

He groaned, his face scrunching. He mumbled something unintelligible.

I smiled, brushing away a long piece of his curly hair. "Patch, darling, do you know what day it is today?"

He sighed and reached up to rub his eyes like a little boy does when their tired. "No," he mumbled.

"Today is the day we find out what gender the baby is, Patch," I said, running my fingers through his hair.

Patch's eyes opened wide immediately, and he gave me a tired smile. "Okay, I'm up. Let me grab a quick shower and then we can leave."

He crawled out of bed and headed towards our bathroom, stripping off his sweatpants as he went by me. I smiled. "Don't forget to use soap and shampoo!"

I heard him chuckle. "Naked. I know the drill, Angel."

I couldn't help but giggle as I sat on our bed, watching him wink at me before he closed the bathroom door. After about five minutes, he walked back out in just a towel around his waist. I laughed. "How do you shower so quickly?"

Patch shrugged and ran a hand through his dripping-wet hair. "I don't know, I guess it's a talent." His perfect teeth gleamed brightly behind his lips that were curled in a smile.

I shook my head, going to his dresser and throwing him his jeans, boxer briefs, and a black t-shirt. I smiled as he caught them all in one arm and I kissed his cheek. "I'll be downstairs."

Once I had my shoes and coat on, I looked up and saw Patch bouncing down the stairs. His hair was still damp, but other than that, he was ready. He pulled on his leather jacket and put on his tennis shoes. We went to the car and drove to the hospital.

As we were waiting in the room for the doctor to come in, I turned to Patch. "Make sure to sense whether or not he's a Nephilim."

Patch nodded and grasped my hand, the other on my belly. "Of course, Angel. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby."

Just then, the doctor walked in. He was an older man, probably in his fifties, and had gray hair. He looked professional, sporting a lab coat, black slacks, and a light blue shirt. He smiles at me. "Hello, Mrs. Cipriano! How are you feeling today?" His voice is cheery and definitely friendly.

I smile, but do a quick scan over him. I can't sense any supernatural vibe coming from him, and one look at Patch, I knew the doctor wasn't a threat. Patch was smiling too. I turned back to the doctor. "I'm doing well, thanks. And you can call me Nora." I stick out my hand for him to shake.

He takes it in a gentle grasp. "Nora, I'm so glad to meet you. I'm Dr. Greene. I see that you switched to me from Dr. Griffin. May I ask why?"

He means it innocently, but my smile falters. I clear my throat. "Um, I guess we just weren't compatible with her."

He nodded and smiled. "It's okay, it happens."

He did the normal routine, blood pressure, heartbeat, feeling my stomach. Once he was through, he nodded to himself. "Everything looks normal. Ready for the ultrasound?"

I nodded, smiling. "Ready as I'll ever be."

As Dr. Greene was wheeling over the machine, I looked over at Patch, who reluctantly drew his hand away from my bump. He smiled at me. I bet it's a girl. His voice was excited in my head.

I raised an eyebrow. We'll see.

Dr. Greene turned on the machine and lifted up my shirt to expose my dome-like abdomen. He raised his eyebrows. "Do you two want to know the sex of the baby?"

I nodded, glancing at Patch, then back to Dr. Greene. "Yes, please."

Dr. Greene chuckled at the excited tone of my voice. "I see someone is anxious."

I nodded, biting my lip as the cold gel landed on my belly. Dr. Greene moved the mechanism around on my belly for a moment before the baby could be viewed clearly on the screen. I nearly broke down crying as I saw the tiny human being inside of me as they were sucking their thumb. My eyes watered drastically and I reached up a hand to wipe them away. I couldn't comprehend how such a tiny little thing could be so alive and look so human. I stared at the screen for a moment, listening as Dr. Greene pointed to each body part and named what it was. I heard a sniffle come from behind me and I turned to see Patch with watery eyes too. He looked at me and smiled sheepishly, wiping his eyes in embarrassment. I laughed and patted his shoulder. "Patch, it's okay. I know exactly how you feel."

Dr. Greene turned and smiled at us. "Can I tell you what gender the baby is now?"

I gasped and looked at Patch, who was now sitting attentively at my side and gripping my hand tightly. I looked back to Dr. Greene and nodded.

He smiled. "Congratulations, you have a baby girl."

I let out a surprised breath and smiled widely. I looked at Patch, who looked completely stunned. I touched his cheek. "Patch, you were right. We're having a little girl."

A slow smile spread across his face and he looked at me. "We're going to have a daughter?"

I nodded and he bent down and kissed me hard, right on the lips. I smiled a bit under his lips. I gently pushed him away, not wanting to make Dr. Greene feel awkward.

Dr. Greene printed out a few pictures from the ultrasound and gave them to us. He dismissed us and we walked back down to the car.

Patch smiled at me as we got into his SUV. "So, are we going to tell anyone?"

I pursed my lips as I buckled my seatbelt. "Um… no, I don't think so." I smiled. "It'll just be our little secret."

Patch laughed and put his hand on my belly. "You hear that, baby girl? You're our little secret."

I smiled, but my smile slowly faded as I remembered that we had forgotten something terribly important. We didn't have a name for her. I frowned and looked at Patch, who was pulling out of the parking lot. "Patch, can we run to the book store?"

His eyebrows furrowed, but he took the route to the closest book store. "Sure, Angel. Why?"

I smiled and rested my hand on top of his on my belly. "Because we need a baby names book."

Okay, guys, you decided! It's a girl! The majority wanted their baby to be a girl, so there. Besides, I liked the idea of them having a girl. I just couldn't see them having a boy.

Keep those baby names coming! I think I have a name picked out in my head, but you may change my mind!

I made this chapter extra long to make up for the fact that I won't be posting as much when I return to school after today. So I hope you liked the long chapter!

-Katie