Time seemed to pass quickly, far more so than I wanted it to. I was soon confined to bed under Hank's orders, waiting for my daughter to decide that she was ready to come. I felt as big as a house, and was grumpy nearly all the time. Scott once made the mistake of coming to ask me a question while I was asleep and it scarred him for life.

It was a few days after that incident that I went into labor. Remy immediately began to panic, causing the students to panic, which in turn caused a lockdown drill to be issued by Charles, who insisted that Remy and I head down to the med bay where Hank should be waiting for us. We made our way down, Remy still in panic, contractions wracking my body when we ran into Alex, who immediately joined in the ongoing panic. It was then that I realized that Remy was unintentionally using one of his abilities and sending said emotions to everyone around him.

"Remy! Stop!" I yelled at him as we arrived to the Med Bay. "You are causing everyone to freak out!" I felt a small contraction, which simply caused me to stop talking for a second. When it passed, I pushed pass Remy and walked into the Med Bay, where Hank was busy doing something with his experiments, I'm sure. It was only Remy's frantic breathing that caught his attention.

"Analise, Remy. What brings you here?" He asked, perplexed as to why Remy would even bother to step foot inside the Med Bay.

"Charles sent us down after Remy caused a panic upstairs because I am in labor."

"Ah. Just the beginning stage, I take it?"

"Yes, Hank. My water broke about thirty minutes ago. Charles has issued a full lockdown for the Institute, mainly due to the overwhelming panic caused by my husband, who is still panicking!" I raised my voice for the last part, hoping to break through Remy's panic and thereby cause him to settle down. When he still didn't calm down, I reached out and put an image in his mind which forced him to calm down. I heard the Med Bay doors open and the whirring of Charles' wheelchair. "Charles," I started as I turned around to face my mentor and friend. "I am so sorry for this wimp's reaction to me going into labor."

"Don't worry about it, Analise. We needed to have a lockdown drill anyways. This just made it seem more real to the students. Now, Remy seems to have calmed down some."

I scoffed. "Only because he gave me no other choice, Charles. He may seem all manly and tough, but he really is a wimp. The Rippers like to say that Thieves don't want to get their hands dirty, so they don't know how to handle anything life throws at them." I heard Hank give a snort of derision.

"Well, it would be helpful if he could talk, for now, Analise," Chares said very pointedly. I nodded my head before taking the image out of Remy's mind. We could all tell when he was fully back, simply by the fact that he started to panic again. At this point, another contraction hit me, more painful than the last.

"Remy, if you don't shut up, I will hurt you!" I all but screamed out. I noticed that Remy immediately began to calm down and realize that I needed him. I felt a big hand wrap around my arm and knew that it was Hank.

"Let's get you into a bed now, Analise," Hank stated as he guided me to where a bed was located. I heard Remy and Charles whispering off to the side. Before I could say anything, another contraction hit.

"Hank, are you sure you have everything necessary to handle a birth?" Remy asked cautiously, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

"Remy, she will be fine. Have you decided on an adoption agency?"

I cut in before Remy could respond. "I found a good family in Ohio that is willing to take her, now, if we can just focus on the fact that I am about to be pushing a child out of my body, that would be great!" I was greatly annoyed with how things were playing out.

I heard Charles give out a laugh. "You're right of course, Analise. I will go back upstairs, and release the students from lockdown." I heard the spinning of wheels as he left the Med Bay, leaving me and Hank alone with a temperamental Remy LeBeau. One would almost believe that he was the one giving birth with the way he was going on and on about it.

Six hours later, I held her in my arms, my baby girl, my Angel. Life was perfect, even if it was just for a moment. Remy had finally calmed down enough after I nearly broke his hand. He was now sitting in the bed with me, arms around me as I held our baby girl. It broke my heart, but I knew it was for the best. I went into her delicate and sweet mind, suppressing her mutant abilities, before going into the future and changing enough about her future to put off the raising of Apocalypse for as long as possible. I gave a sigh of relief as I returned to the present. She would be safe, as safe as I could have possibly done. Remy tightened his grip on me before shifting. I felt his weight leave the bed and knew that he was worried, even though we had discussed this prior to.

"Chere, are you sure?"

"There's nothing else I can do, Remy. Besides, they are the best choice."

"Chere, this is our child-"

"You don't think I don't know that?! You think I want to give up my child?! You think I want her to think as bad about us as I did about my parents?! You were adopted, Remy, I wasn't! She won't know anything about us, which is the best method." I knew he didn't agree, but he also knew I was right. I could feel tears starting to form, but before I could begin crying, my Angel began to squirm before giving out an ear piercing scream. I immediately began to sooth her, hoping to find what was wrong so I could take care of her.

"Chere, how can we let her go?"

"We have to, Rems. We have to protect her, for as long as possible. I don't want to do this either," I finally began to cry. I didn't hear Remy making his way over to the bed, but I felt the bed dip as he returned to sitting in the bed with me. He began to comfort me before taking our Angel out of my arms and going away from the bed. I heard the rustling of diapers and knew that he was changing her, something I would never be able to do.

The door opened, and I ascertained that it was Charles based on the whirring of his wheelchair.

"Analise, Remy, we are ready." I nodded my head, before turning my head away from where my baby was. Charles had made the decision that I wouldn't be going, that I would be too emotionally involved. I had agreed with the assessment and agreed to stay behind. Before they left room, Remy placed our Angel into my arms, for one last good-bye.

"Good-bye, my darling. I love you so much. Grow up, grow strong, know love, know pain, know that your father and I love you more than anything else in the world." I gave her one final kiss before Remy took her out of my hands. I knew he passed her off to Charles, because I soon felt the bed dip and his arms come around me again as I began to cry at the loss of my daughter.

A/N: Thank you for your continued support in this writing adventure. This is the final chapter in Changing Fate, but a sequel is in the works, exploring more about Analise and Remy and how their life continues after their Angel is taken to her new family. To discover more about their Angel, please read A New Avenger for the New Avengers, available on my published stories, and it's sequel, Life Continues, which shall pick up in publishing again. Please leave a review on what you have thought about this story, or message me. I would love to hear from you!