Suze's POV:

"Jesse, I swear, I'm fine!" I protested, trying to get out of bed and go to work. It had been two weeks since my stitches were removed, and two months since Lara tried to kill me. Jesse's protective side was beginning to irk me.

"Querida, will you just sit for one moment, please?" Jesse asked. I made the mistake of wincing as my side started to hurt, and Jesse heard me. "Querida, are you in pain?"

"No." I said defiantly. If I said yes, he'd make me stay in bed until I gave birth. Which was another 4 months or so.

Nope, not gonna happen. "Susannah..." Jesse said in a tired voice.

"Suze, 'fess up." I heard from my daybed. I looked over and saw Paul sitting there. He has yet to move on, for real. "Why won't you just stay in bed, anyways? Most people would kill for this chance."

"I can't help it." I threw at him. "I'm BORED!"

"And cranky. Those pregnancy hormones will kill you, I swear." Paul said, more to Jesse than to me. Jesse rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement. Since Paul brought me back from Maui, he and Jesse have been getting along like friends. It's nice, really, not having to break up their fights every other day.

"Susannah, I'm sorry you're bored." Jesse said, kissing my nose and pulling on his shoes to go to work. Yeah, he can go to work, but I'm stuck here. Blargh! "I swear, when I get home, you and I will go out and do something, just the two of us."

"You promise?" I asked him, leaning back on my pillows.

"I promise." Jesse said solomnly, then grinning and kissing me. "Just relax, please, Querida? If not for you, then for the baby?"

I patted my belly and resigned myself to relaxing all day.

4 Months Later:

"AHHHHH!!!! OH MY GOD, THIS BLOODY HURTS! JESSE, I SWEAR TO GOD, WE ARE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?!" I screamed as shooting pains went through me.

"Mrs. De Silva, it'll be OK, just breath like they taught you in Lamaze!" the nurse said as they pulled my hospital bed into the delivery room. Jesse clutched my hand as I breathed through the pain of childbirth, and what seemed like a year later, but was really only about twenty minutes, we were parents to a baby girl.

Once the doctors got her breathing, cleaned up, and wrapped up in a pale pink blanket, they handed her to me. I held my daughter in my arms and cried tears of joy. Jesse kissed both of us on our foreheads, and cried with me.

"Our little Angel." He whispered. "Our Miracle."

A few days later, Jesse and I took Angelica Carmen De Silva home.