Liz mused as she wandered the halls and corridors of the BPRD; there was so much that she felt the need to do – try to convince her daughter to stay home, confront her husband about his childishness regarding the whole situation – but she was just to drained to deal with any of it. Her mind couldn't settle on something to think about, and she was agitated.

As she walked, her mind settled, finally, on a subject; the memories of the day that the twins were born replayed in her mind, as vivid as if it were yesterday.

~*~19 years previous – Northern Ireland

Liz sat on the couch in the small cottage, her hands resting on her swollen belly as she tried to focus on her breathing. "Just stay calm," she thought. "Red and Abe will be back soon. Myers has already gone to get the midwife. It's going to be okay."

HellBoy and Abe had been gone most of the morning and into the afternoon having what H.B. called 'Man Time.' They had left Myers to hold down the fort (a.k.a baby sit the pregnant lady) and had promised to return no later than 4:00 that afternoon. They still had another half hour before Liz would consider them late, but she couldn't help but hope that, for once in his life, HellBoy would be early.

"3:30," Liz said softly in between her calming breaths. "Get home Red…"

Her water had broken almost an hour ago, and she had sent Myers to the nearest house (over an hour away) to pick up Mrs. O'Brien, the older woman who owned the cottage they had been living in for the past seven months. Liz had been nervous about having Mrs. O'Brien help her deliver the babies; it wasn't everyday that you saw the birth of half demon children. But it was evident that it would be alright once Mrs. O'Brien set eyes on HellBoy. The old woman had smiled, patting Liz's hand as she whispered, "My, what a handsome brute."

The door flew open, revealing a heavy rain storm which darkened the land outside. Mrs. O'Brien stepped inside, tossing her short white curls in an attempt to dry them. Myers followed her inside, shaking his head side to side like a dog as he tried to dry his short red-brown hair. "How are you holding up Liz?" He asked as he gently closed the door behind him. Mrs. O'Brien walked across the room toward Liz, placing on e hand on Liz's forehead, the other on her pregnant belly.

"Fine," Liz said with a small smile. "Not even hurting yet."

Mrs. O'Brien tutted as she moved away from Liz and searched the bag on her shoulder. "Won't be long, though lass," she said, pulling out a small plastic bag with black leaves inside it. Mrs. O'Brien took on out and handed it to Liz. "Chew this dearie."

Liz held the small black leaf in her hand, staring at it for a moment. "What is..?"

"Never you mind dearie, just chew it. Mr. Myers, help me get Lizzie into the back room." Mrs. O'Brien took Liz's hand after she had put the leaf into her mouth. Liz stood, and with the help of Mrs. O' Brien and John, waddled into the back bedroom. The back room was actually the bedroom Liz and HellBoy shared. Mrs. O'Brien helped Liz to get into the bed as Liz chewed the leaf; it was bitter and after a few minutes of chewing, Liz felt like she was floating in comfortably warm water.

Liz didn't remember the pain of five hours (A/N: 5 hours! Go Liz!) of labor, or the actual event of giving birth of her daughter and son, but she did remember holding them after the fact. Her oldest, a beautifully pale little girl with her father's eyes, and her baby boy, fiery red like his father and with a fleshy right fist. H.B. had sat on the edge of the bed, his left arm around Liz as he kissed the top of her head and whispered, "You're my hero," as they stared down at their children.

~*~

Liz smiled as she had crossed her arms across her chest. She was almost to the room that she and H.B. shared, and although she was still slightly agitated with him, she loved him. She turned a corner, going down the long hallway toward her room, her memories switching to random mode as she walked. First teeth, first steps, and first words played through her mind on fast forward. Then suddenly, they stopped, her mind replaying a nightmare which she had had many times.

The dreams had started just after the birth of the twins, and featured them in various stages of their lives; the thought of the first time she had the dream, though, chilled Liz to the core. She found herself standing before the Angel of Death, it's large wings expanded as it moved away from her. Within its arm the Angel held Liz's children. "The time will come and you my dear, will suffer more than anyone," the Angel would say in its chilling voice as it slowly began to disappear with Blair and Trevor in its arms.

"No, please don't take them!" Liz would always try to go after them, but she was never able to move her feet. She would reach out for them, stretching so much it hurt. "Give them back to me! Trevor! Blair!"

It was always then that Liz would wake up, either on her own or because of H.B. gently shaking her, telling her it was just a bad dream. Liz shuddered as she stopped outside her room. She pulled the door open slowly, needing some comforting time with her husband. Her bad feeling had grown worse.

Author's Note:

I just wanted to say hello and thanks again to all the wonderful readers!!! I'm working as hard and quick as I can on this, and ideas for future stories ( possibly one focusing on Trevor and a possible romance for him :)) are quickly springing up!

Reviews are appreciated!

XX~BBTM