Wow, I am sooooo sorry I haven't updated in a while! There is way too much going on, but I guess I have to finish what I started :P These are the final chapters though, so brace yourselves!

Chapter 12

(3 months later)

Maka, Soul, and Death the Kid sat awkwardly on the couch, in front of a blank screen.

"So…what movie should we watch?" asked Maka hesitantly.

The room was covered in streamers and deflated balloons; the result of a very strange Baby Shower. Maka and Soul had encouraged Kid to stay a little longer than the rest, since Liz and Patty would be out all night.

Soul shrugged and slouched back against the cushions. "I don't know, I am so beat right now." He yawned loudly, but his eyes stayed wide open.

Kid looked from one to the other in confusion and surrendered to his discomfort.

Everything was awkward for Maka now. She had blown up like a balloon, everyone looked at her with pity, and her back ached every moment of the day. There was no point in telling Soul about this. Stein had said it would happen towards the end. She would begin to weaken. She couldn't keep much food down. She would spend most days engulfed in a terrible migraine.

Soul saw these depressing changes in her, but when he tried to assist her, she only shrugged it off. He soon realized that the best he could do was comfort her. Although it seemed useless to him, it was life-saving for her. She felt safe in his arms, and loved to hear his voice speaking kind, but truthful, words as she drifted off to sleep.

The truth is, without Soul, she would have been dead. The Kishin inside her was beginning to develop the madness that had once consumed its father. It could have easily taken Maka in this weak state, if Soul had not been there to keep her sane.

Kid was also a great source of support for both Maka and Soul. He made thoughtful promises and bought plenty of clothes and toys for the new baby. Soul spoke to him about his fears and was reassured that Kid could help save her if she was to die. Maka's strong spirit made her reluctant to accept help from Kid when she couldn't do something physical, but he always did his best to keep her from feeling weak. He knew things would never be the way he had always dreamed, but if he could be there for her in some way, he was glad it was as her friend.

The three, though very close, felt that something was wrong. They were tense and nervous, as if awaiting a new battle. Their instincts were right, and Maka knew it. It wasn't likely-she was only eight months along. But it was going to happen. By the time she realized this, it was too late to do anything.

A sharp pain coursed through her every vein and she was thrown off the couch onto the floor. Doubled over in agony, her screams rang loud and evolved to a higher pitch with every convulsion. Soul and Death the Kid watched her in horror. They stood like stone before shaking off their shock and taking action. Soul came to Maka's aid while Kid left the room to call his father and Stein.

Thick, Scarlett blood ran like a river from her abdomen, and she passed out within seconds, but never letting go of her screams.