Tory: I just reread your review, and I think I used a bit of your review.

Note: I LOVE TORY!!!!!!! (In a non-gay way, of course!) You kick ass, girlie!!!

2nd Note: I love all my reviewers, in a non-gay way!

3rd Note: I swear, I'll update my other Mediator fics soon! I've decided that One And The Same is going to be continued, I just don't know where to go with it. YET! HAHA!!! Ok, enough of my babbling. Here's Chapter 13 of Satan's Betrothed:

Suze's POV:

The three of us stood there, in my living room, staring at each other.

Paul looked murderous. Jesse looked strangly calm, until he saw Paul's arms around me. Then his calm expression turned to storms.

"So, Jesse, what's up?" I said, breaking the silence.

Jesse's POV:

I had to see mi querida. I knew it was stupid to do so when she was with Slater, but I had to. I wasn't thinking clearly. I never think clearly when Susannah is on my mind...

So I went to see her. I was greeted by Slater, who gave me the look of death, but let me in anyway. Susannah looked shocked, and Slater looked ready to kill as we stood in Susannah's living room. My blood started to boil when I saw him put his arms around her.

"So, Jesse, what's up?" Susannah said after an eternity.

What was I doing here? I had to be patient, and wait for Slater or Susannah to pass on, so Susannah and I could be together forever. I wanted to be patient, but dammit- pardon my language- I'd been patient for 150 years, waiting for her! I couldn't take it much longer!

"I stopped by to see how you were doing, Susannah." It's been 5 years since I hired men to scare you and possibly kill Slater. I'm a horrible human being. How can you love me?

Because that's what makes waiting so hard. Whenever I see her- whether she's sleeping or awake, taking care of her beautiful children- I can see how much she loves me. It's in those beautiful green eyes of hers.

"I'm fine." Susannah said, somewhat pointedly as Slater pulled her closer to him.

"How'd you stay alive, Cowboy?" Slater asked fiercely.

"I don't know." I said, putting honesty in my voice. Susannah's eyes darted between the two of us.

"Bull!" Slater yelled. Susannah shushed him. "You'll wake the kids."

Slater's expression softened at the mention of his offspring. "Paul, why don't you go check on the kids, and Jesse and I will talk. Ok?" Susannah said gently, guiding him to the foyer.

"Suze, if you think I'm leaving you alone with him-"

"Yes, that's what I think, mostly because you're going to."

"Suze!"

"Paul! I swear, everything will be fine." Nice to see Slater has problems trusting me around the love of my life, his wife.

Slater stalked up the steps, and Susannah came back into the living room. She sunk into the couch, rubbing her temples. I remained standing by the fire place.

"Jesse?"

"Yes, querida?"

"What in God's name made you come here?!" Susannah said hotly, jumping up off the couch. "I am 23 years old, the mother of 2, married to a faboulous guy who isn't the love of my life, but does love me, and that's all I've ever really wanted! Why did you show up? We'll have our time, you said so, unless that's a bunch of bull?!"

"Susannah, it wasn't a bunch of bull!" I replied, louder than my normal voice. "I had to see you! I can't stand that we have to wait longer to be together!"

"I'm sorry! There's nothing we can do, Jesse! You can't come around when Paul and the kids are here!" Susannah said, pleading with her eyes. "Just...Just please, at least do the invisible thing you do sometimes if you must come around?"

I sighed. "Alright, querida. If I must." I crossed the room and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Susannah closed her eyes and sighed slightly. She walked me out, and that was the last time my querida saw me. Not the last time I saw her, because as she requested, I became invisible if I had to urge to see her.

2 Weeks Later, Suze's POV:

I should have known! Morning sickness, soreness, all the usual signs...Pregnant. Paul and I sat in shock in the car after my doctor's appointment. Before we pulled away, Paul leaned over and kissed my stomach. That had become our little tradition.

We pulled up at CeeCee and Adam's to pick up Linsdey and Sean- we'd dropped them off there so Lindsey could play with CeeCee and Adam's little girl, Charisma. Yes, you heard right. CeeCee and Adam finally hooked up, at the beginning of our senior year. Prom night rolls around, and Cee gets knocked up. They got married a little after Paul and I did, and Charisma's only a few months older than Lindsey.

"Mommy, Daddy!" Sean and Lindsey yelled, before we'd even gotten in the door.

We gave them hugs while talking to CeeCee. "They weren't any trouble, were they?" I asked.

"Oh, no." Cee said, waving her hand. "It was my husband who was trouble." Her purple eyes glittered.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know the bucket of paint was there?" Adam asked from the louge chair. "Next time we paint a guest room, let's put the paint up on a table instead of the floor." But he grinned anyway and finished with, "Suze, Paul, you should have seen it. A perfect arc of navy blue paint in the air, splattering everywhere. It was classic!"

"You never grew up, did you, man?" Paul asked, grinning and ruffling Sean's hair.

"Nope." Adam laughed and pulled CeeCee into his lap.

We let the kids play a little bit longer while I told CeeCee and Adam the news. "Ah! That's so great!" CeeCee squealed.

"Yeah. 23 and 24, with 3 kids. Wow...we're so young." I laughed. I couldn't believe it. Thank God Paul's family had money, and I could stay home with the kids for awhile.

"Young and full of life." Paul said, kissing me.

"Get a room!" Adam and CeeCee yelled, throwing a pillow at us.

When Paul, the kids, and I got home, we told Sean and Lindsey they'd have a new brother or sister. We knew how Lindsey would react- we'd already told her about Sean, even though she was 2 when he was born. But we had no idea how Sean would react. Stupidly, Paul figured Sean would be thrilled.

We quickly figured out otherwise.

"What do you mean, you're having a baby?" Sean said, his little voice quivering and his eyes filling with tears. "You're replacing me?"

I want to know how three-year-olds get "You're replacing me." from "We're bringing in a new member of the family."

"No, no, no!!!!" I said quickly, pulling him into my lap and hugging him. "We'd never replace you!"

"You are our baby boy." Paul said, ruffling his son's hair. After pulling Lindsey into his lap, he continued, "And you are our baby girl. No matter what the new baby is, that will never ever change."

Sean didn't see it that way. He jumped out of my lap and yelled, "No! You're lying!" And then my 3-year old ran up the steps and to his room. We heard the door shut loudly, since he couldn't slam it well.

"So that didn't go over too well, did it pumpkin?" I turned and saw my dad standing at the steps.

"Grandpa!" Lindsey yelled and rushed to him.

"Hey kiddo." Peter Simon said, picking her up.

"Hey dad." I said wearily. Paul held me to him. "Suze, he'll come around. We're his parents, and he's three years old. He can't stay mad forever."

I smiled before getting up. "Lindsey, want to help Mommy make dinner?"

"Okay!"

Sean's POV:

Stupid Mommy and stupid Daddy. Bringing a new baby here. This kid in my preschool, Matt Turner, (A/N: Think Kelly Prescott and Scott Turner here.) said when his parents had another kid, it cried all the time. And it smelled. AND it spit up.

I do not want that.

"Its me or the baby." I said aloud in my room. "And I been here longer!"

"So is that how it's going to be, Sean?"

I spun around to see who was talking to me. There was no one there. I frowned, thinking maybe I just imagined it.

"Sean, you know your Mommy's sad."

Ok I really did not imagine that.

"Who's that?" I called out.

"I believe you know me as the 'Misty Man.'" Uh oh! "Don't be afraid, Sean. I'm harmless."

"Yeah, I'm sure!" I said, backing away towards the window slowly.

"Sean, go talk to your mother. She really wants you to be OK with the new baby."

"Well, I'm not gonna be! Babies cry and spit and poop! And they stink! It's me or it!"

"You know, I'll bet that's how Lindsey felt when they told her about you." The voice said.

"But...I don't cry! Or spit up! And I don't stink!" I said.

"Not anymore you don't." Misty Man said. "Because you grew up. Just like the baby is going to. And, one day, you'll be able to go out and play with it, like Lindsey plays with you."

"Really?" Hmm...They don't stay stinky forever?

"Yes, really. Now, go downstairs and give your mommy a big hug and kiss."

I sighed. "Ok. I guess. You're not so bad."

My door opened and Daddy came in. "Sean, dinner." He said.

I gave him a hug and then went down to obey the Misty Man. On my way out, I heard Daddy say, "Peter, what did you tell him?" Then the Misty Man chuckled and said, "I'm an old pro at parenting and getting kids to do things they don't want to do. How do you think we got Suze to stop beating up ghosts?" Then Daddy laughed and said, "She didn't stop doing that until she was pregnant with Lindsey!"

I shrugged and continued downstairs.