I woke to the sharp pain of a tiny foot being jammed up underneath my ribs. I felt my noise wrinkle up at the unpleasantness of it and I shoved my face farther into Spencer shoulder. The baby kicked me again except this time they chose to hit where my stomach connected with Spencer's causing him to wake as well.

"I think its time we got up." Spencer grumbled. I groaned but didn't move from my spot that happened to be half way on top of him.

"No, this is the first day you've had off in the last two weeks. I want to lay here and not move." I said though my voice was muffled by his chest. His arm came up around me, pulling the blanket that had fallen down around my waist up to cover my shoulders as well as himself.

"Okay." He agreed. "Did you know that cuddling releases Oxytocin which can relieve pain, help strengthen your immune system and deepen the relationship." He mumbled though he did sound a little more awake his voice still held a bit of sleep in it.

"Deepen the relationship huh?" I asked, "no wonder we've lasted this long." He didn't laugh at my joke, probably didn't know that I meant it as a joke. It wasn't that funny anyway. We were quiet for a few minuets until the kid once again smashed their foot into my skin. The first time that I had been able to see the baby move from the outside I wasn't sure how deal with it. I thought it looked like an alien trying to break free from my abdomen. Spencer had been away somewhere in Colorado so he wasn't here to tell me I was being dramatic. Anyway Haley thought it was a cute thing that I should be excited about. Me being me thought that feeling the baby was cool, not seeing them move though my skin.

I was thankful that everything in California hadn't come back back to bite either one of us in the ass, though I have been keeping in close touch with Sam. Making sure that is didn't go after him too. Apparently Morgan and Spencer had told Aaron what happened and he had remembered that Spencer had been shot in the chest, not a vest, but he was having a hard time coming to terms with it. He had been nothing but professional with me since then, not that it was much of a change to what it had been before. Gideon had gone back to work after promising to show up to the baby's birth but even he had enough with the supernatural to last however long. Spencer on the other hand continued to ask questions as he thought of them, a lot of them made me have to reread a few books. I'm still not sure how the anti possession got scratched out but we took care of that, muck to Spencer's displeasure.

Flash back:

"Addison, I don't think this is a good idea." Spencer's nervous voice cut though the background music like Moses did the Red Sea. I rolled my eyes at him and pushed him into the leather seat, smiling at the artist. I had already came here the week before with the picture of what I wanted him to do and we set up a date. "What if I get an allergic reaction, or a skin infection, or, or I could get some kind of bloodborne disease." He went to stand back up but I pushed his shoulder down.

"Nope, I need a 100 percent guaranty." I told him in a firm voice. "Where do you want it?" He swallowed and didn't answer me. "You aren't getting out of this Spencer, now where do you want it? Arm?" I asked.

"What if I wear a short sleeved shirt?"

"You don't own any short sleeved shirts Spencer…." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Chest?"

"What if I want to wear a v-neck?"

"You never wear v-necks! Calf?"

"What if I want-"

"You don't own shorts Spencer!"

"I want the option!"

"Fine then what about your butt?" I crossed my arms and they rested on top of my swollen stomach. He paled and gulped.

"Sides fine." I nodded to the artist and he had Spencer take his shirt off.

End flashback.

We now have matching tattoos.

I started pushing myself up and tossed the blanket off me. Spencer had to help me with the process. Unfortunately, I had a hard time doing anything except eating. "How much longer till I pop 'em out again?" I questioned, readjusting my shirt so I wasn't strangling myself.

"A month." He replied, making no move to sit up next to me. He on the other hand liked feeling the baby move, I thought that was cute, but I don't think anyone likes getting kicked in their internal organs. We still didn't know the gender, we had one more ultrasound and they offered to tell us but we decided to wait. We had made it long enough, no point in giving up now.

"Can we hurry it up? I would really like to get it over with." He frowned at me.

"One more month." He reassured, running a hand down my bare arm. I was siting Indian style on the bed, the blanket wrapped around my legs.

"I'm ready to have 'em now." He was about to respond but his phone on the bedside table beeped. "I swear to god if you answer that this will be the only kid we ever have." He didn't look at me but he did look at his phone. He sighed and glanced at me for less then a second before adverting his eyes. "Where?" I sighed.

"Here." He answered, "missing child." I sighed again.

"Go. Wouldn't want it to be our kid." I said. He got up and kissed the side of my face and started getting ready. He was ready in less then fifteen minuets and out the door. Of course not leaving until making me promise I wouldn't do anything that would push myself. He told me to call him if I needed anything and then he was gone.

I waited until I heard the door close before going though the process of getting off the bed and into the shower. I trusted the Spencer locked the door, he knew now much it bothered me to leave it unlocked. Even though a locked wouldn't do much in my opinion it was like a security blanket, it just felt better to have it. It didn't take long for me to finish my shower and get out, now it took me longer to get out then it did to get in though considering the fact that this bowling ball attached to me made it hard to step over the tub and even harder when my feet and the floor were wet. I got it though and dried myself off and pulled on some clothes. A pair of stretchy pants that looked like jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Bout time you got out." Dean's voice nearly made me piss myself. I gripped the door frame of the hallway and glared at my older brother. He was laid out on my couch with his feet propped up on the arm rest, one of Spencer's books against his chest. He had let it fall when I came into the room. He was wearing the same thing he did most times I saw him, leather jacket and plain black t-shirt, much like the one I was wearing.

"What the hell are you doing here." I asked after my heart rate calmed down.

"Nice to see you to." He sat up and closed the book before letting it fall onto the coffee table with a think thump. Dad then came out of the kitchen with a Sandwich in between his hands, taking a large bite out of it.

"Don't you two know how to knock?"

"We did, you didn't answer so we let ourselves in." Dean said with a cheeky grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and moved around the couch and into the kitchen so I could make my own food. When I made it into the room and started looking around I realized I didn't want to eat anything that was inside it. "We were in town, decided to crash here for the night and head out in the morning."

"We should go out." I said. Dad grunted with a mouthful of bread and whatever else he put on it telling me that he wasn't hungry anymore. I ignored him and looked at Dean who shrugged. "I'm done with this rabbit food Spencer has bought for me to eat." He chuckled and Dad made another sound of protest. "If you don't want to eat anything then don't, I on the other hand want a damn burger and that's what I'm going to get." Dean raised his eyebrows at the tone I used with Dad but I didn't care. I want a burger. I waddled over to the door where my bag hung and shoes sat, attempted to shove them on. After five failed attempts I ended up having to ask Dean for help. He of course laughed at me but he helped without question.

"You need me to tie them for you too?" He asked sarcastically, not waiting for an answer before he started doing up the laces.

"Thanks."

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"Do you really need to go to the bank?" Dean asked frustrated.

"I need to deposit the check so I can pay for the damn lunch. I'll be in for less then ten minuets." I replied, while he parked the car in front of the building. I pushed open the door and tried pulling myself out of the Impala. Dad got out and helped me out. "You coming in?" I asked the two of them. Dean shook his head.

"Yeah." Dad said, taking his gun out of his shoulder holster and putting it in the glove compartment before following after me inside. The inside had granite tile floors and had a very clean feeling to it. It also had a ton of people in line for the same damn thing I was here for. "Ten minuets huh?" Dad asked and I looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't laugh at me." I grumbled as we stepped in line. My hands rested on my stomach and the kid kicked at me hand. "Calm down will ya?" I rubbed over where the kicked me.

"You say something?" Dad asked, I didn't say anything, just grabbed his hand and put it over where the baby was targeting. It didn't take long for them to kick at his hand.

"They haven't stopped kicking me for the last three months." I told him. "I feel like they're trying to get out but no matter how hard they kick nothing works." He chuckled.

"Still haven't figured out the gender?"

"We're going to wait." He nodded. I turned around so I was facing him just in time to see three men dressed fully in black to rush inside the building. Each one of them holding AK-47 that were pointed into the air. They had the traditional ski-masks over their faces as I felt my heart start to speed up. "Well shit."

"Everyone on the ground!" The tallest one that was standing to the left of the other two me yelled, shooting into the air. Now I don't know if you've realized but I have a hard enough time getting out of a chair let alone getting on the ground. I really wish Dad hadn't left him freaking gun in the car, and I didn't grab mine because I felt that going out with Dad and Dean I wouldn't need one. Dad grabbed my arm and helped me onto to the ground, slowly of course. "I said get down!" He was directing the statement at me. Normally I might have been a little scared but I was hungry, angry, and really didn't want to be on the ground.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I snapped.

"Addison." Dad said in a warning tone.

The man started walking over to us but the middle one grabbed his arm and said, "leave her alone. We've got other shit to worry about." I couldn't lay on my stomach for obvious reasons so I settled for crouching down. Dad was giving me a look and I knew it was telling me to keep my mouth shut. They were quick to have the people at the counter push a ton of cash into a bag that they had so conveniently brought with them and it didn't take long to hear the sound of sirens in the distance coming closer at a fast rate. The men seemed to get more stressed as the seconds ticked by. Eventually I saw a cop car pulled up outside through the glass door. Dad still had a tight grip on my arm even though he did as the men told. I glanced at him and saw him looking around the room, most likely trying to find a way out of this mess if they decided to get more pissy then they were at the moment.

"Son of a bitch." The same man that had yelled the first time exclaim as he saw then same thing I did. "Who called the cops?" he questioned angrily pushing his gun against the counter lady's forehead and felt fear creep into my chest. She was a young woman, no more then thirty, she had short brown hair that came down just above her ears. Her name tag said Olive and there were tears running down her face. "I asked you a question!" When she still didn't answer he pulled the trigger and she dropped like a fly. My breath caught in my throat and I reached for Dad's arm. "Anyone else want to walk out of line?"

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After what happened with the counter girl I felt my anger be replaced by fear and I wasn't sure how to handle it. They made all of us lean against the wall of the back on opposite side from where the counter was. Thankfully they didn't make Dad move away from me, not that I thought they would. The man that shot Olive kept looking at me like a crazy person and I regretted snapping at him. My hands were protectively wrapped around my stomach, normally you shouldn't give away your weaknesses when in a situation like this but mine was kind of hard to miss.

They stacked a bunch of chairs in front of the door and were speaking to one another in low voices. The police had surrounded the building and made sure the men knew it. I really wanted to call Spencer but they took our phones. I had no way of knowing whether or not he was outside the building or not, though with the case he left with this morning I don't think he is. He had no way of knowing that I was here. He probably thought I was still at home watching Tv or something. Dean was probably freaking out but we couldn't talk to him either. If I hadn't been pregnant I wouldn't have been so worried. At least when I wasn't pregnant I only had to worry about myself and I could fight. Now I can barely get up and down off the ground.

There were people on either side of Dad and I, all of them in various phases of fear. About 20 minuets into the robbery Braxton Hicks contractions started. Since I got my phone I had stopped wearing a watch so I couldn't time them but they seemed pretty spaced out like they have been every other time they occurred.

"You okay?" Dad whispered. I looked over to him but his eyes were on the tree men.

"Yeah." I whispered back. "Just Braxton Hicks." I didn't think he knew what it meant but he didn't as any questions after that. I felt another large kick that poked out my stomach and I frowned. I still couldn't get used to see it. It looked weird and I didn't like it, call me whatever you want.

"Stop talking!" The crazy one said, giving my father a dirty look. I licked my lips and for the first time in my life I did as I was told. I leaned my head against the wall and sighed. Another contraction shot though my abdomen a hell of a lot more painful then the ones before. I involuntarily took a deep breath and gripped onto my stomach and waited for it to pass.

"Addi…." Dad grabbed onto my arm and I looked up at him. He must have seen it on my face because he face suddenly got harder as well as his grip on my arm.

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"What the hell is going on." The crazy one came over to me and crouched down in front of me and my father. I could only see his eyes though the mask and they were spiting fire. I felt my own defiance begin to boil up and I looked at him directly in the eyes. Dad's hand tightened around my arm.

"Addi."

"Old man, was I talking to you?" Dad's face hardened into something that I had only seen him use with monsters or use kids if we really did something to fuck shit up. I saw the man waver his gaze slightly and he stood back up. I really wanted Dad to knock them down a peg and show them up but I knew the second he did that the other two men would be on him and shoot everyone else in the room. We didn't need that, we need to be smart, or at least smarter then we normally are. "Just keep your traps shut or they're going to be cleaning up your guts off the floor." He said before moving to scare some of the other hostages.

"Is it still Braxton Hicks?" He whispered after the man was out of ear shot.

"I don't think so." Even I could hear the fear in my voice and it had nothing to do with the men with guns. I do not plan on giving birth in the middle of an armed robbery! I pushed myself closer to the wall and took deep breaths. As I was getting my thoughts together the phone for the bank began to ring and that man that I haven't heard anything from yet answered. He spoke into it lowly so I couldn't hear what was being said on either side of the conversation.

This is really bad, I should have just told Dean to pay for everything and we never would have had to go here. What are the fucking odds that the one time I need to go to the bank, it gets robbed and I go into fucking labor. I wish Spencer was here at least, he would be able to tell me the odds, hell he might be able to deliver the freaking baby with all the books he's been reading. I closed my eyes, I trusted that if something happened then Dad would tell me.

"You okay?" The one that had been standing in the asked. I opened my eyes quickly and he was crouched down in front of me much the like the one before had been.

I narrowed my eyes at him before saying, "does it fucking look like I'm okay? You think you could speed this up a little bit? I don't mean to be an inconvenience or anything but the baby is ready to come out and I would really appreciate having them in a hospital." I said, my fear being smothered by anger. He chuckled at me and stood back up.

"How long can you wait?" He asked and my eyes got even smaller to the point where I almost couldn't see him.

"How long can I wait? I can't wait, take the money and go outside and get shot please."

"Addison." Dad said in another warning tone. I looked at him and was about to say something before another contraction hit.

"Shit shit fuck!" This one was a lot worse and I grabbed onto Dad's hand and gripped it like it was my lifeline. I waited for it to pass before opening my mouth again. "I think that's a lot closer to the last one then it should be!"

"Is anyone in here a doctor?" The third one asked from where he stood at the phone. When no one answered he asked again a little more forceful. A scrawny twenty something kid raised his hand.

"I'm in med school." He stuttered out. The man with the phone nodded to me.

"Help her then, no one comes in and no one comes out until we have safe passage." He said the last part into the phone.

"You better not be expecting me to give birth in a room full of people." I growled.

"Take her behind the counter." How considerate of them. The crazy one started to throw a fit but the one in front of me spoke before he could get anything out. "If anything happens to the pregnant lady or the baby none of us are walking away from this. You know how the people are with babies and crap." The crazy one huffed but didn't add anything. Both the kid, even though he was probably older then me, and Dad helped me up and took me around the counter. When I stood up I felt my water break and I let out another large curse. When we mad it around the counter I caught one glace of the women that had been killed and adverted my eyes.

"Dad…." I said, "we need to get out of here."

"I can't take all three with them this spread out and all armed. It'd be suicide." The kid had started fidgeting and I felt myself grow agitated.

"How long have you been in med school?" I asked, leaning against the wall of the counter in one of those little glass box things that separates the windows.

"A year."

"Fuck this entire situation." I ground out.

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I don't have any idea how long we've been in here, all I know is that I am never having another baby again. Spencer will be castrated for the crimes he has committed against me, myself and I. He will forever be stuck on the couch with the dust bunnies, and dead skin while I do whatever it is I will do. They had taken my pants much to my annoyance and the kid made me lean up against dad so my back was supported better then it had been on the wall. Tears were streaming down my face from the pain.

"Can you stop screaming?" The crazy dude asked, moving to stand where the counter ended and the other room started.

"Can you stop robbing the bank?" I yelled back at him in time for yet another contraction. Dad had given me his jacket to cover my lower parts and I think he's starting to regret that. The man left after looking at Dad and I wished I could have seen his face.

"I see the head." The kid, who's name I learned was Ron, was covered in sweat and he didn't at all sound confident. A whole new round of panic shot though. I gripped onto Dad's hand tighter and pushed against him.

"I need some fucking drugs." I said.

"You're almost there." Dad said behind me.

"I'm sorry for running." I said, choking on my words, "if I never ran away I wouldn't be in this fucking mess right now." I was silenced by another contraction and another push. That's when shit really started going down hill. Ron then passed out the same time a lot of yelling started in the other room when three gun shots when off and the I heard glass shatter. Less then ten seconds later cops came rushing into the room, they were soon followed by paramedics as well as Spencer. They moved Ron out of the way and Spencer crouched down next to me.

"Everything's okay."

"I'm going to fucking kill you if you ever even think about sex again." I grabbed onto his arm and he moved some of my hair back from my face. Another contraction hit and a woman told me to push and the sound of crying filled the air.

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I woke to the sound of whimpering though the baby monitor. Spencer was asleep next to me with a peaceful expression on his face. I sat up and smiled down at him after untangling myself from his arms. I stood from the bed and smoothed down Spencer's shirt before making my way out of the room and down the hall.

The nursery door was open just like I left it and I gently pushed it open. The room had two windows and the walls were a light blue that appeared a lot darker in the low light. The plain white crib was pressed against the far wall underneath one of the windows. I softly walked over to it and peered down into the wooden bed. A little baby in a light purple onesie looked up at me with a tears in her eyes. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms.

"Everything okay?" Spencer's voice made me jump and I turned my head to look at him. He was padding to us through the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I sighed after I knew it was him and leaned into him when he wrapped his arms me from behind. "Monsters?" He asked.

"No…." I said closing my eyes against him. "No monsters."

And that is the end. This is my longest story ever and I can't wait to start the next one. If anyone has any questions at all review or PM me and I will answer in the next upload. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think about the story.