A/N: Hello, darlings! Here's the last chapter for you all. I hope you like it. I had a great time writing this and I have you to thank.

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico.

Chapter 37

Cecilia woke up in the middle of the night with a grimace. She shifted on the bed and sat up slightly, clamping a hand over her mouth. She swallowed as the feeling of nausea started to decrease and frowned.

"Must be the dinner…" she mumbled as she looked to her right and saw Sands sleeping on his stomach with his head buried in the pillow. She pushed the covers away and stood up to get some water and go to the bathroom.

Once she was in the bathroom, she splashed her face with cold water and rinsed her mouth, trying to wash the funny taste away. She raised her head and looked at the mirror before she sighed and grabbed the small towel that was nearby. She wiped her face and pulled her hair back in a ponytail, for she felt quite hot even if it was February.

Once she was done, she walked to the kitchen and with a glass of water in her hand returned to the bedroom. She sat on top of the covers and leaned back on her pillow as she stared at the ceiling. Slowly, she closed her eyes and let a small sigh escape her lips. She was slowly drifting away into dreamland when she felt a body, more specifically Sands, sliding closer to her while throwing an arm around her waist. She opened her eyes and soon she found herself trapped with him resting his head on her chest while he continued snoring. A chuckle left her mouth as she listened to him and gently placed a hand on his arm, which was resting on her stomach.

Something unintelligible left his lips and she found herself completely under him as he rolled fully on top of her and his parted lips placed a wet kiss on her collarbone.

"Why are you awake and laughing at me?" She heard him mumble and she wondered if he had been awake the whole time.

"I couldn't sleep. It's my stomach." She said quietly and his hand brushed over her stomach before he patted it gently.

"You ate too much last night, sugar." He murmured and she could hear the grin in his voice without even looking at him.

"So? It's my stomach." She said and the deep chuckle that followed was anything but amusing to her.

"Very funny, Jeffrey. And I thought you were tired a few hours ago?" she asked when she felt his hand delving under her short nightdress.

"Oh…are we disappointed for not receiving any loving, cariño?" he asked as he bit down on her ear.

"No." she mumbled and she closed her eyes while his hand became even bolder and slid between her parted legs.

"Hey! I just told you that I am not feeling well." She laughed as she tried to catch his hand.

"Hmmm…Really?" he rumbled as he raised his head so he could kiss her lips.

"It's in the middle of the night and I have to wake up early tomorrow." She protested as she turned her head away.

"But I don't have to." He replied with a smirk as he lowered his head on her neck while his hand parted her legs even further.

"But I have to." She laughed as he sucked her skin hard enough to leave a pretty noticeable mark.

"Call in sick." He mumbled against her skin.

"I can't just call in sick. I've already lost many lectures…This is going to leave a mark." She stated and he pulled back to look at his work.

"Good." He stated with a grin as he slid his mouth to her shoulder.

"Good?"

"Hmm…Let's call it a territory mark." He said as he shifted so he was settled between her thighs.

"Now…"

"There's no now. I have to sleep."

"Cecilia…" He hated when he sounded so whiney, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his arousal against her hopefully.

"I told you my stomach feels funny. I feel funny." She murmured as she stroked his cheekbone with her fingers. Sands sighed and rolled away from her, something that surprised her. Was she finally taming him?

"Fine. Turn fucking around then." H muttered wearily and she looked at him with cocked eyebrows.

"What?"

"I said turn around so we can fucking cuddle and get some sleep." He snapped, but she was more than happy to oblige if sleep was the only thing he had in mind. She turned on her side and soon she felt him sliding up behind her. He molded his body against hers and possessively gripped her waist before he buried his face in her neck and sighed loudly.

"You're paying for this though." He muttered and she shrugged.

"Any time." She sang and he snorted.

"Any time…Just not now." He clarified and she nodded.

"Hmm…" She hummed as she took hold of his hand and brought it next to her face on the pillow. Sands watched as she entwined her fingers with his and placed a kiss on his hand before she closed her eyes. He blinked, amused by the gesture before he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes too.

I am really turning into a bloody sap…Where's the fucking lipstick? He thought bemused before he fell into a deep sleep.

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Cecilia kept looking at her calendar as she walked down the street while counting quietly to herself. She paused and looked up for a second before she started counting from the beginning again.

"This isn't possible…" she murmured as she shut the small book and looked around her. She started walking again and when she turned the corner she squinted. Once she spotted what she was looking for she placed her agenda into her bag and walked straight into the shop, her hands shaking a little as she did so.

"May I help you?" The young clerk asked and Cecilia nodded before she spoke.

"Yes…I would like a pregnancy test, please." She replied in a shaky voice as she took out her wallet and looked around the pharmacy.

I am in trouble. She thought as she waited.

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Sands pulled his keys out of his pocket and walked inside the apartment. His eyes scanned the living room for Cecilia, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"She must be at the lecture still…" he muttered as he threw his keys at the coffee table and headed for the bedroom. He walked in and sat on the bed to pull off his shoes when he heard something cracking under him.

"What the fuck…" he cursed as he moved away and picked up the narrow box that was resting on top of the bed covers. His eyes narrowed before he frowned. He looked at the empty box, but then his gaze fell onto the big black letters.

"Pregnancy test...What the fuck…?" he stared at it bewildered and it was then that he heard water running from the bathroom; Cecilia was in the house. His eyes settled on the closed bathroom door before they darted towards the box in his hand.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed as he shot up from the bed and dropped the box on the floor.

Pregnancy test? No. Fuck no.

I don't want little Sheldons running in my house…

Should have thought of that earlier, amigo.

No. NO.

His eyes stared wildly between the bathroom door and the floor before he turned and walked out of the bedroom, slamming the door on his way out quite loudly for Cecilia not to hear. Moments later, she appeared in the room and gazed questionably at the closed door.

"Jeffrey?" she called, but the only answer she received was the front door slamming shut as well. She walked towards the bed, wondering what was wrong and then her eyes fell onto the dropped box of the pregnancy test. Her eyes widened in alarm and she darted towards the living room. She pushed the curtains aside and looked through the glass at the street only to see Sands' back as he turned the corner with increasingly angry footsteps.

"Damn it." She whispered as she leaned against the window and sighed. She looked at the coffee table and saw his keys there. He didn't even have the mind to get them on his way out of the apartment.

If that was his reaction to a simple test then what would his reaction be to the news she had for him once he returned home? If he returned…

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Cecilia had never been this terrified of someone's reaction so much. She looked at the clock and sighed. Already nine o' clock and he was not back. She idly fumbled with the pillow she had cuddled close to her chest and the minutes went by…

She almost jumped out of her skin when the doorbell rang. Quickly, she let go of the pillow and rushed to the door. She opened it and froze when she saw him standing there, looking almost lost.

"Where have you been, you….you-…"

"When the fuck were you going to tell me?" he cut her off in a low voice as he passed by her to get into the house. Cecilia shut the door and turned to him, arms folded over her chest as if for protection.

"Today…I wanted to take the test first." She responded quietly.

"How long have you been suspicious about it?" he asked and she swallowed hard.

"A couple of weeks." She said and the look upon his face caused her to wince.

"A couple of weeks?! A couple of weeks and you didn't tell me?!" he barked and she got angry as well.

"I wasn't sure! What if it was not true? I wanted to be sure!" she snapped right back and he closed his eyes briefly as he tried to calm down.

"Is it?" he asked and she hesitated.

"Is it what?"

"True! Is it true that you got knocked up!?" he snapped and she narrowed her eyes at him. His words were not working in his favor.

"Yes, it is. I didn't get pregnant by myself though." She added coolly.

"I already know that, Cecilia." He muttered to her roughly, raking his hands through his hair.

"What makes me mad is the fact that you chose not to tell me. Do I really scare you so much?" he asked as he took a few steps closer to her.

"No. No you don't scare me. I…simply…" she trailed off miserably.

"You simply what?"

"I just knew you were going to react like this!" she cried as she placed a protective hand over her stomach.

"Like what?" he hissed as his eyes darted to her stomach.

"Like this! You completely freaked out!"

"I am not freaked out!" he protested in a suspiciously high pitched voice and she paused.

"What are you then?"

"I am angry and annoyed. You could have told me." He added more calmly and she rubbed the back of her head nervously.

"I was going to tell you." She whispered as she looked at him tentatively.

"But you didn't." he added.

"Answer me one question; besides all this… do you actually want this?" she asked him, tired of hiding behind words.

"Want what?" he asked as it was his turn to be nervous.

"Me…and the baby." She said softly. She watched him as he fidgeted before he spoke.

"Well…I do want you. As for the baby…I suppose it comes with the package right?" he smirked cautiously and it took her a while to let his words settle in. Sands actually laughed at her confused expression before he closed the distance between them and drew her into his arms. Cecilia found herself into the circle of his arms and she smiled before she buried her face in his chest.

"You're a jerk." She said, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"Oh?"

"You said all those things to me and then you come and say this…" she accused and he shrugged.

"I am quite unique though, don't you think, sugar?" he asked and she pulled back to look at him.

"Unique? In what way?"

"Instead of being all sappy with you for getting knocked up I am behaving like…me." He said with a grin.

Cecilia blinked up at him and the snorted.

"Whatever you say." She whispered as she laid her head on his chest again.

"Doll…does this mean that I'll be a…a…" he sputtered in fright and she nodded.

"A daddy, a papa, a father-…"

No, no! Stop it. I don't need to hear it!

"Okay, I got it!" he cut her off in horror as he gazed blankly at the wall in front of him.

"And guess what." She said after she pulled back from his arms and headed for the bedroom.

"What?" he asked wide eyed as he followed her with his impossibly horrified gaze.

"We get to buy lots and lots of diapers. In public. Together." She said before she turned and swaggered away from him, a smirk on her face.

Sands' eyes became impossibly large before he trailed after her like a puppy.

"Perhaps we can get a maid for that…or we could get dear Brucie to do that. Doll…?" he called as he followed close behind her, her laughter joining his nervous ramblings.

The End

Author's note: Thank you for reading!

Edited: 8/2013