Author's note: On Sunday I'll be gone for a week so I'm trying to hurry up and post as much chapters as I can before then. I hope you all like this chapter. A lot of emotion was put into it.

Erik nearly ripped the door off its hinges to get Liana. I looked around for anything to cover my bare upper half and grabbed a corner of the bed sheets that was closest to the corner I was lying next to. The wooden floorboards were soaking wet underneath my pools of blood and water. I grasped a leg of the bed and screamed digging my teeth into my lip. Was I having a contraction? I tried to find a comfortable position but nothing helped. At first I only believed they were cramps but they became more severe. Never in my life have I experienced such pain. I wanted this all to be over.

Erik returned with a warned out Liana. She was in her nightgown and her gray hair was everywhere. She sat next to me on the ground not caring that my blood was staining her beautiful nightgown. She took one of my hands and told Eric to take the other. Eric moved mechanically to my side. He looked like a scared unaware puppy. As if he didn't know what was wrong with me. If I wasn't in so much pain I would have grabbed that adorable face he was making and planted a wet one on his fat lips. Liana wetted a cloth and patted my sweaty forehead dry.

"Erik you need to get Addie out of her bloomers and into a gown. Then I need you to move her into the bed. You hear? I need to go and get a doctor." She ordered. Erik stared at her blankly as if he hadn't heard a word she said but nodded. As Liana left the room he slid a hand underneath my back and scooped me up. I begged him to allow me to stay on the floor, and at first he put me down, but then began again with his task. He would do anything for me regardless of whether or not I permitted it.

Erik scooped me up and placed me on the bed softly. I could only cry out in pain as he lifted my legs to pull the underwear from underneath me. When he had finally slipped on my black gown I still wasn't relieved.

When he sat next to me I believe he was sweating more then I was. He loosened a few buttons and rolled up his sleeves. Sweat glistened on the revealing portion of his chest. He looked as if he was the one in pain. He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around a few of his fingers.

"Squeeze me as hard as it hurts," he said with a pained stare. "I want to feel your pain." I could tell he truly wished he could suffer all this instead of me. Did a man finally understand a woman? No, that would simply be impractical. I shook my head at the thought. No this man didn't understand me, but he came very close. My thought was ended by another contraption. I squeezed his hand so tightly a heard a crack. Erik bit his lip and tried not to flinch. His fingers were white from me cutting off the circulation. I strained upward and kicked my legs to try and think of anything but the pain. Another contraction came. This time it took my breath away. I gasped for air.

Sweat poured down Erik's sideburns. I was nearly killing him with my painful cries. It hurt so badly to lie down.

Erik patted my forehead dry with the washcloth. I sighed enjoying the cold fresh water on my skin.

After an hour had passed I began to worry. Erik tried to encourage me and reassure me Liana would be back but he could barely hide his own worry. The contractions were now closer together. I could barely utter a sentence before the wind was knocked out of me. I pierced a blood chilling scream that rang through the house.

"Erik I need you," I screeched. He bit his lip in panic. Then he ripped the shoes off his feet and sat behind placing me between his legs and resting my head on his chest. I sighed comfortably as he wrapped his arms around me underneath my breasts. He stroked my damp hair and gathered it behind my head.

"I want you to relax. Breathe with me," He said motioning slow loud breaths. Our breaths combined. As another contraption came I grabbed Erik's hand and squeezed it with all my might. He remained calm and tucked loose strands of hair behind my ears.

Erik crossed his legs behind me but kept my head on his chest. From a distance came creeks in the floorboards. I sighed with relief. Erik slouched down, pushed my head to the right side of his face, and covered his mask with my hair.

"In this room," said Liana from the other end before the door swung open. She and the pale doctor I had visited after I had conceived strolled into the room. He appeared more alert and awake then the rest of us. He began checking my pulse and listening to my belly with some type of contraption. I felt slightly relieved that someone knew what they were doing.

He lifted my nightgown and announced, "She's nearly ready for labor. The uterus is almost fully dilated."

My mouth dropped. I shook my head ferociously in disagreement. "No! It's only been an hour!" I shouted. "Can't you do something to slow it down?" I pleaded in a juvenile tone.

"Addie, this baby is coming out soon we can't do anything about it," He reassured me calmly. He made sure to stare into my eyes every time he talked to me to show he told the truth.

"But," I protested while beginning to cry with overwhelming worry and hormones. "Couldn't that lessen its chances of living?" I asked.

The doctor only blazed his sad eyes into mine. The moment was broken when Liana began placing towels underneath me. The worst contraption came. This time it felt as if my insides were exploding. I pounded on Erik's arm and screamed.

"So, this is the father," the doctor asked while slipping on gloves and glaring back at Erik. I nodded as I panted for air.

After quite some time I felt it, a huge mass in between my legs.

"I see the head! Addie all you have to do now is push." The doctor yelled. "Your child has almost entered the world!"

Erik placed a million kisses on my left cheek. "We are almost parents Addie." He whispered in my ear.

I squeezed Erik's fingers and pushed with all my might.

"You're almost there!" Liana shouted.

I pushed with ever once of energy that I stored.

"Common your nearly there," the doctor urged. I didn't believe I had any energy left, but Erik kept encouraging me and kissing my cheek.

"I love you," he whispered. With that I strained the very little energy I had left into that one push.

The doctor raised a mound of blood in the air. Somewhere within that mess was my child. I listened for a cry but none came. Nobody moved except for the doctor. He wiped the baby dry and pried something in between its lips. No movement came from the child's small helpless body. I closed my eyes afraid to watch any more.

"God please, please," I prayed over and over.

I waited for a cry. The room was silent.

I was about ready to pass out in shock before I heard a tiny gurgle. My eyes burst open. In liana's arms rested my child. A cry did not escape its lips, but a laugh. We all stared in amazement at the smiling innocent babe wrapped in a bloody towel. My ears ringed from the beautiful sound of its voice. It was as if the heavens had sent an angel in the form of a child.

Liana softly wrapped my arms around the baby and placed it in my lap. "She's a girl." She said wiping away tears.

"She's the most beautiful baby I have ever delivered." Commented the doctor as he cleaned up the mess. I looked into my child's eyes. He was right. This had to be the most beautiful child my eyes had ever blessed me to set eyes on. She had a beautiful round chubby face with a pale complexion and red cheeks, a cute tiny nose, and thick red lips. She had her father's lips and his voice. I smiled. A few tiny, wavy brown hair strands peeked from the top of her head. She had big brown eyes that were so dark they looked like black beads, and were commented by long thick black lashes.

"Her eye color would most likely change in a few weeks. Most babies' eyes did change. I hope they turn a dark green like her father." I thought to myself.

Erik reached out a hand and Rebecca tightly wrapped an entire hand around his pinky. I laughed behind my new tears.

"We will leave you two alone," said smiling Liana. Her eyes were puffy and red.

Once they had left Erik moved to my side. I placed Rebecca in his arms. As her giggles filled the room they joined his sobs.

He stared at our perfect child in disbelief and smiled.

"How life has allowed a demon to create an angel, I'll never know." He muttered softly. He almost looked like a giant holding our child. He slowly felt her tiny fingers in his as if she was a tender rose pedal.

Erik placed Rebecca back into my arms to allow me to feed her and tenderly joined my lips with his. In-between us little Rebecca squealed.

"Oh my! Someone is jealous! Little attention hogger," I joked. The three of us laughed. Her giggles were right on cue.