Summary: When tragedy strikes the Camden's where it hurts, their lives begin to slowly unravel before their very own eyes.

Rating: More than PG but less than PG-13, they need a rating for that in-between space

Spoilers: Up to In Praise of Women: It's an AU

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the 7th Heaven characters, I am only borrowing them for entertainment pleasures on the little people who read my humble story, so please don't sue me

Author's Notes: Yet another chapter. Sorry this one is short too, I'll try and find time and work on one long chapter. Thanks for reading. And on a side note: I went blank on boy names, so bear with me as I finally chose 'the' name. Remember, please review. It does an author good.

When Heaven Weeps: Part Three

Icy winds flew over the GlenOak streets, the strange occurrence of cold weather beat down on the residents. Eric Camden walked the road with a slow pace, his feet shuffling along the worn pavement beneath him. His sense of direction blurred in front of him.

"Reverend!"

Eric stopped but didn't look back to locate the voice who had called him.

"Reverend? Are you okay?"

Eric pasted on a smile and turned to face the greeter,

"Lou-hi."

Lou nodded and grasped Eric's hand firmly,

"How are the little ones? How's Annie?"

Eric gritted his teeth and tried not to hiss,

"Annie's holding up, little Elizabeth is doing well, a little on the small side, but healthy."

Lou waited for Eric to continue, when his friend did not, Lou drew in a sharp gasp,

"Oh, Eric, I'm so sorry. Does anyone know?"

Eric swallowed and shook his head, the man was only trying to help,

"Just the kids, and now you. I'm sorry to cut this short, Lou, but I really need to get going. I've already been out too long. I just needed to-clear my head a bit. See you on Sunday."

Lou nodded and dropped Eric's hand, a sympathetic look rising over his face,

"If you need anything, let me know. I'll call in for a substitute to preach, you don't worry about a thing."

Eric frowned slightly, a headache creeping towards his temples,

"Lou, I can preach, I didn't have double bypass surgery, my wife had a baby. I'll be fine."

Lou looked hesitant but nodded, saying again how he was sorry and if there was anything, to let him know. Eric just nodded curtly and finally turned on his heel, leaving Lou in the cold, alone.

"Mark?"

Heads shook.

"John?"

More head shaking.

"Isaiah?"

Light groans sifted through the small group.

"How about we get off of Bible names?"

4 heads turned to the blonde haired boy named, Simon. Matt rolled his eyes and the girls' leaned back in their seats, arms crossed.

"We're all named after Bible characters."

Simon shook his head forcefully,

"Lucy isn't. Unless her real name is Lucifer."

Lucy's mouth dropped and smacked his head lightly,

"Shut up, Simon. This is serious."

Simon shrugged and pulled his knees to his chest, peeking out over his legs.

"Give Simon a break, we could at least try out some non-Biblical names."

Simon smiled slightly and jumped in with a suggestion,

"Evan Samuel."

Eyebrows raised and stared at their brother in surprise. Simon continued,

"Blends both Biblical and non Biblical. And since I'm the only boy in the house now, I should get to name my brother."

Silence fell on the clan. Small nods whispered throughout the room, none wanting to argue, but agreeing that the name suited their lost brother quite well.

"Can I see my baby yet?"

Annie struggled to sit up on her pillows, pain shooting throughout her abdomen and looked anxiously at the nurse,

"They're bringing her in just a few minutes. We're sorry you had to wait, we wanted to make sure both of you were fit enough. Do you need anything?"

Annie fell back onto her pillows, exhausted from the small task she had attempted,

"Just my baby."

Eric and his children made their way to their mother's room, about to meet with their mother and new sister for the first time. Cards, flowers, and things from home lay grasped in all sizes of hands.

Reaching the door, Eric drew his hand to the knob, slowly turning it and swinging it open, bracing himself and praying for his children.

"Hi guys."

Annie smiled as her small army walked into her room, glancing down at the baby in her arms, as if she was checking to make sure she was still there, she asked,

"I hope you brought some real food with you, I'm losing weight from this stuff they call food."

Annie chuckled nervously, no one knew how to act. Eric guided the kids' closer, asking if anyone wanted to hold her. A line quickly formed.

Eric smiled and rested by his wife's side, watching as his older children whispered, cooed, and smiled at their newest sister. He sighed as he looked over at Annie, and was appalled at the blank expression she had taken on.

"Annie?"

No answer. He shifted his position and called her name again, still no response. He quickly waved a hand in front of her face, starting to worry about the amount of drugs she had been given. She blinked rapidly and glared over at him,

"What?"

Eric was at loss for words. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

"Wanted to make sure you were okay."

Annie clenched her jaw and looked sideways at the children, feeling confident they were engrossed with the bundle of joy in front of them, hissed at her husband,

"I lost my newborn son because of the idiot so called doctor, lost my uterus because of the doctor, I no longer have the twin to daughter, no longer have the ability to have children ever again, these stupid drugs aren't working, I'm peachy. Thanks for asking."

Eric recoiled like he had been bit by a snake. Was there difference here?

Eric calmed his breathing and left Annie's side, and joined his children. Trying to rid his mind of the way Annie had spoke to him. There had been a cold, almost bitter undertone to her voice. Her eyes had flashed in a way he had never seen before.

It was almost like two different Annie's. Two very different Annie's. And it scared Eric.