A/N My, my. Twelve chapters. At this rate we may just be longer than ATGAAT, which only had thirteen. Then again, may-beh not. Not to go slightly psycho on you, but I still haven't gotten a single review for the last chapter. I'm sad. Did you guys like it, or not? Or was it just 'Eh'? I am afraid I've taken way too long on this story and lost everyone.

*sad sigh* I know every author says it, but reviews do keep me going. I'm less likely to post (not that I do very often) without reviews. Actually, I've quit updating this story on another site because no one reviewed so I didn't really even know if they were reading it. I'm not going to put it out there for no one.

Anywho, keep this chapter on the DL, my mom thinks I'm doing homework. I really hate essays. Ugh. It's currently sitting next to me, imitating my English teacher. I swear, that woman is a zombie. Smokes a pack a day (in her classroom), paints her long witch-like nails black, at least 65-ish, all hunched over, pale as a ghost, white blonde hair that's barely an inch long, and you can hear every breath the woman takes from across the room. Shudder much.

The rest of Evey's pregnancy went smoothly. Until, of course, she went into labor. I flew to the Gallery to fetch V, only to be frightened that this man was having a child. He was sitting in the center of the Gallery, legs spread-eagle, playing with Lego's and Play Dough. Don't get me wrong, Lego's and Play Dough is awesome, assuming you're not at least forty.

A Lego city, complete with Play Dough people, sprawled across the entire area. V sat, glaring at a rather large building shaped like the Norsefire symbol, holding a tiny box.

"Ten. . .Nine. . .Eight. . .Seven. . .Six. . .V. . .Evey. . .Three. . .Two. . .One. . ."

He smashed the button with his finger, sending the entire little city up in a puff of smoke and a shower of Lego's and Play Dough. Cackling madly, he rocked back and forth clutching his sides.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said in amazement "You are at least forty, playing with Lego's and Play Dough, blowing things up in your house, and your child is coming into to world. Really, man, I'm amazed you got it in without poking her eye. Although you aim is, apparently, very good."

"What do you mean, 'apparently'? I managed to not poke her eye several times in one night."

I grimaced. At one point in time I wouldn't have minded that statement, but things had changed.

"V, have you ever heard of the phrase 'TMI'?"

"Doesn't it have something to do with a clown? Oh wait, no, that was 'It'."

"AHH! Stupid brain!! Why did it just combine a clown and--ugh!"

V went about picking up his recently destroyed city as I rocked on the floor holding me head. Honestly, why did my mind have to do this to me? Why did it combine John Wayne Gacy in his clown outfit and those two screwing around together? Oh the mental scars.

"For the record I am scarred for life. And Evey's in labor."

"Terribly sorry, I--wait what?! Eve's in labor?!"

V darted off through the Gallery and for once I understood the phrase 'ran around like a chicken with it's head cut off'. I just sort of stood out of the way, waiting on Vincent to appear. Finally he came running out, still attempting to tug on a jacket.

After twenty minutes of London traffic, V shouting at me that I was going the wrong way, and me shouting back that I had done this already, we finally made it to the hospital. The silly nimwit of a nurse held us up even longer, constantly saying no one was allowed in Miss Hammond's room. No family, no friends, no one but the doctor. I reached my breaking point before V, managing to grab the nurse by her scrub shirt over the counter.

V pulled me off quickly, but not quickly enough for the nurse's taste. I'm fairly certain I dropped a few curses she'd never heard and every one she had heard. She stuttered Evey's room number to us and I had to keep V from sprinting to the elevator. We had to force our way through press trying to get a picture of Evey have the baby. V out and out shoved through the crowd, practically leaving me to fend for myself.

"Vincent!" Evey gasped as we entered the room, finally.

Poor girl was covered in sweat and panting. Finch stood in the corner with Jaylyn who looked to be in as much pain as Evey. Evey had been at the office when she went into labor and Finch drove her here, while calling myself. V picked up the cloth that was laying in a bowl of cold water on the nightstand and started dabbing Evey's forehead, trying to cool her down.

Evey had a long hard labor, and V stayed beside her the entire time. He did anything he could to help ease her pain, even if it meant she nearly broke his hand. After almost twenty-four hours, Evey and V welcomed Nicole Renee Licentia into the world. She was the most precious little girl in the world.

When the nurse handed Nicole to V, his face softened and a single tear slipped down his cheek. He just held her for awhile, staring in awe at the little girl in his arms.

"I'm a father. . ."

Nicole opened her eyes, smiled, and giggled at V.