I had recovered some, but I was still very weak, leading Michael to make one of the most drastic decisions in our family.

I was laying in our bed when he pulled back the curtain in the doorway, looking down at me.

"Lily? Can we come in? I have someone I think you should meet," he said softly, looking over his shoulder. I nodded and he held he curtain, a woman of perfection dancing through the doorway. I knew her from the village: Rosalie. "Hello Lily," she smiled, extending her pale hand. "I'm going to be helping to take care of you until the babies are born." Her hair was the color of honey and caramel, waving in thick curls to the small of her back. Rosalie was beautiful and I really didn't want her to be in such close contact with my husband- I immediately knew how Michael felt about Gabriel and I, the envy welling up inside of me.

"Can we have a word Michael?"

Rosalie stepped out and he sat on the edge of the bed, "Yes?"

"Why," I questioned, trying to sound harsh instead of jealously pitiful.

"You mean, why her…"

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at him, "All of these women in this village and you choose her Michael. Explain that to me- is this revenge for the relationship between Gabriel and I? A way to get back at me?"

Michael sighed and pulled my feet into his lap, shaking his head. "You are my woman Lillith and I would have no other, not even Rosalie. But I did choose her for someone…"

"Do you really think that would work?"

The curtain pulled back before he could answer, Gabriel ducking his head through the doorway. "Who's the female," he asked, inclining his head through the front of the house. Michael looked at me knowingly, "Her name is Rosalie and she's going to help take care of Lily. I think she would like a woman better than the two of us sometimes." My husband then frowned as he looked at me- I knew I was literally beaming at Gabriel, as I always did; it wasn't like I could help it. Neither of us understood, but I honestly don't think he cared, not when he just wanted his brother gone. "Love," I murmured, looking at Michael. "I think its time we all talked."

"Gabriel, do you think you could take care of Rosalie?"

When Gabriel returned Michael had bundled me up in our comforter, sitting beside me with my hand in his. Gabriel sat at the end on the bed and took my feet into his lap, his eyes on my face. "So… I know how you both feel- I think you've made it clear that you're both in love with me. And to have you in such close proximity to each other with all of this friction seems like an unnecessary risk; you two are easily the most dangerous creatures I have ever met and this- whatever this is- is not going to work," I said, looking at them evenly. "I can't take it anymore knowing that you're both in so much pain because Michael- you're worried that something could happen, but it never will; I could never leave you or our family. And I cry for you, Gabriel, knowing that you suffer because of me."

"This wasn't your fault," Gabriel murmured. "I know, but it hurts all the same. You were the one who told me that two men shaped from the same hands could never be so different and I understand that now because you are both full halves of a whole. Each of you were made to compliment- to complete the other. Michael: rebellious and gentle- and Gabriel: loyal and meant to be hard. There are qualities you each have that the other does not possess and that makes you each others better and worst halves. There is no way any being could love one of you without loving the other and that in itself, is fucking irrational. I hate my heart, hate what I feel, because I see in both of you that, although you are perfect in every aspect, you were always meant to be together- He created you in the mindset of needing balance- and because of that, we aren't balancing," I said, my hand rubbing circles on my stomach; it was a coping mechanism, to keep me from completely dissolving into a mess.

They both looked at me as they absorbed my words, nodding. I decided to continue, swallowing as I attempted to speak, "Its unfair to both of you and I know- I am overwhelmingly irrational but I cannot help what I feel: I am irrevocably in love with you, Gabriel, and you as well, Michael."

"I'm not going to make you choose- neither of us would ever think of that," Gabriel said softly, Michael's hand reaching out to lay over my stomach. "Love is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt: loving my Father, Michael, Matthew, You… and the children inside of you. I'm trying to move away from loving you like this because know that there is no possible way that you will never be more to me than what you are now. But I'm sorry to say it- the bigger you get, the more gravitational force you gain. I have no choice but to get sucked into the pull." I laughed uncontrollably despite the tears running down my face, my husband reaching out to stroke them away. He kissed my temple gently before leaning against my side, inhaling deeply. "Its going to be okay Lily," Michael whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

It was a long time before Gabriel moved to wrap his arms around me as well, his hand cupping my cheek.

"I love you."

I smiled and closed my eyes against the tears, "I love you too."

Rosalie helped me walk back from our place in the bushes, her hand supportive on my lower back. I was trying to figure out a way to break the ice; she'd been with me for over a week now and we had barely spoken.

I made a face and paused, my hands on either side of my stomach. It was massive.

"Rosalie, why did you accept Michael's offer when he told you I needed help," I asked, my thick curls falling forward. I could see her blush in the moonlight and narrowed my eyes, unsure of the miniscule reaction. Rosalie cleared her throat and looked up at me, "I see something inside of you that I admire, your strength, your pure heart. You have given me a reason to believe in something more than myself- whether it be faith or love. I just wanted to… I just wanted to help."

I was skeptical, but took it for face value as I smiled.

"And because of Gabriel. He's one of the hottest things on two legs."

"Yes he is," she replied, smiling wonderfully.