Hi guys!

So, saving Angel is going to end soon, but I still need to get through a couple of things. Then, I'll probably upload Betraying Jon. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter (believe me when I say I had no idea how these things work, my only experience being from watching Friends).

Huge thanks to my beta for being so patient with me, even when I forget to attach the document in the email, like every time!

Manda xoxo

14. And…Push!

Life just can't get any better than this. I probably say this every time I experience something better than average, but this, this is really ridiculous. How did I ever get so damn lucky? What did I do to deserve such a great life? Such a great guy?

The old me would say I don't deserve it all. But the truth was, I did. I've done more than others could ever imagine. I'm not trying to sound full of myself. It's just, well. I think it's about time I got some kind of reward.

"I love you," I said to Will, who was lying beside me. He kissed me before getting up. It was a school day and Will and I had decided to drop the kids off together. He was acting like it's just because he wanted to see the school, but I knew better. He wanted to give Ms. Roland a right telling off. But she wasn't worth it.

"Will?" I murmured.

"Hm?" He took my hand and helped me up. Together, we headed into the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast in a perfect movement. He set the table while I took eggs and ham out of the fridge, then he took the eggs out of my hands while I started toasting bread.

"Don't do it," I said while we were bustling about busily. "She's not worth it."

He got some plates out and set them on the counter, then whirled around to face me.

"I know. But…I just don't like knowing that people are hurting you." I laid one piece of bread on each plate and he put the fried eggs and ham on top. The kids came in, drowsy and tired but still perfectly on time.

"Good morning, guys!" Will hugged them before starting to wolf down his breakfast and coffee. I sighed.

Will, I really don't give a shit about that anymore. All that matters is that I have you and my kids. That's all I need to be happy, and no one can tell me that I don't deserve you. I do.

…Fine. If it's what you want, then I won't confront the witch. But don't let her diss you, 'kay?

I'll just ignore her. Who cares about her, anyway? This whole exchange happened while the kids argued about who got sit where in the car and we all ate breakfast as quickly as possible.

We were ready ten minutes later. I didn't have work today, neither did Will, so once we had dropped the kids off (without a confrontation with 's-her-name, thank God) and we were just about to head off to a really nice restaurant when my mobile rang.

"Hello, Angel Dupont speaking," I said, not bothering to check who it was beforehand. My brother greeted me, sounding absolutely terrified and scared out of his mind.

"Angel! Thank God! It's me, Giorjio! Giorjio Dupont, your brother! It's me! Help! I don't know what to do! Amy… We're at hospital! And Amy's giving birth… And I'm scared and I don't know what to…"

"Which hospital?" I interrupted. Poor Giorjio. Of course, I shouldn't have felt sorry for him because he wasn't the one who would have to give birth and all, but still. My brother was in tears. That's a first.

Giorjio told me the name, and I dragged Will back to the car.

"Are you gonna tell me what's happening?" he asked, utterly confused. I shrugged.

"What is there to tell? Amy's giving birth, and my brother's absolutely horrified and in shock."

"…I'm gonna meet you brother?" Will's voice shook slightly and he knitted his eyebrows worriedly. "Have you told him about me?"

"No," I smiled. "He'll try to kill you or something, since he's so protective of me!" For once, I was not joking. Giorjio was… very protective. Oh dear. Now Will looked scared to death. "I mean, he'll love you!"

Great. Now he looked even more scared.

I started the car and drove as quickly as I could. Halfway there, I realised all of a sudden exactly what was happening. I braked abruptly in front of a red light I had been going to drive through.

"I'm going to be an aunt," I breathed. I honestly couldn't believe that Giorjio was going to be a father. He would spoil his kids rotten.

"Are you okay? I thought you were, like, the expert on all this pregnancy stuff, but you're hyperventilating," Will said.

"Shut up! I am not hyperventilating!"

"Yes, you are."

"No! You…You don't look too well yourself!"

"Aha! You just admitted to hyperventilating!"

"No, I did not!"

We carried on in a similar fashion until we arrived at the hospital. Once we had been led to where Giorjio was (the nurse eyed Will hungrily, and I did what any other overly-paranoid girlfriend would do: extremely wicked things), Giorjio scrutinized Will carefully, his anxiety forgotten now that my soulfinder had been introduced.

"Hm…He's not good-looking enough for you. But he'll do, for now. I thought you were messed up enough, Angel, but seriously? You screwed his brother and had his child, then got together with him? That is sick!"

I didn't want to hear about this. Neither did Will.

So far, he's not making much a good impression on me, he informed me. I rolled my eyes.

"How's Amy?" I asked, just to change the subject since they were now scowling at each other, puffing out their chests and acting generally stupid.

"Oh." Giorjio's face collapsed into an expression I had never seen him wear, ever: hopelessness. "I-I don't know. I'm going to go back to her, make sure she's okay. I shouldn't have stayed away so long…she must be in agony…" He rushed away, leaving Will and I alone.

Sigh. Time for the deep and meaningful chat about our future.

"D'you think we'll be in that situation one day?" Will wondered. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I'd love to, but, honey, you're not the one who has to push this cabbage-sized thing out of your private parts, alright? I've done it twice already, and while I don't regret my kids, I do wonder sometimes why God didn't make pregnancy easier. Or make guys give birth," I rambled. I sounded like an idiot.

"No, you don't. And I don't think the whole 'guys giving birth' thing is physically possible. But I respect that you've been through it, it hurt like hell. Believe me, I do not wanna think about that visual you gave me, but it would be so amazing to have a child with you."

Giorjio reappeared, looking slightly tear-stained and disheveled. "She swore at me," he stated miserably. "Like really swore. I don't know how to help her. She wants you, Angel."

I nodded. I had expected as much. Leaving the two guys to themselves, I walked to the room Amy was being kept in.

Uh…Giorjio? You know you should stay with her, even if she tells you to get out, right? She'll be so mad at you afterwards. I told him. He responded that he was coming and a few seconds later we entered the room.

"Bloody hell! Finally!" This managed to completely take me by surprise, as I had never heard Amy say anything worse than 'bugger'.

"We're here," I murmur reassuringly. She looked terrible in a good way. Like, she always looks good, but right now she looks like about to burst apart.

"I know you're here, I have eyes, and I can see! Now, get over here and tell me how to deal!"

An exhausting and completely tiring thirty-six hours later, Maximilian Riley Dupont was born. He didn't look that cute, all red and covered in yucky bits and pieces, but the way Giorjio and Amy stared at him made you think he was the most beautiful being on Earth.

I was wrong. Giorjio wasn't the one who was going to spoil him; I was.