September 24th-

A very nervous Gabriel Van Helsing paced the stone floor just outside of his wife's room. His hands where clasped firmly behind his back and worry written all over his face, which still held that oh so familiar stubble. Green eyes filled with both love and concern for the events taking place in the very next room. A scream came from within and he winced, for today, Anna was giving birth. Carl, scurried past and threw open the door, tottering on one foot before disappearing with a bowl of water and reappearing moments later, white as a sheet with a slight green tinge. He all but collapsed in a chair near one of the torches.

"How is she?" Gabriel asked, quickly not giving the friar time to recover his normal pallor.

"G-Gabriel, she is doing fine." Carl said, waving a hand at his long time friend.

"How can she be, Carl, she is screaming in pain!"

"That is how this works!"

"Oh." He mumbled and went back to his pacing.

For a moment Carl watched Gabriel, and his friend's actions reminded him slightly of a caged animal, a very nervous caged animal.

"Calm down, Gabriel. Have a seat, this will be a while."

"And how would you, friar Carl, know?"

"I read."

Gabriel shook his head, having paused for a moment to raise an eyebrow at Carl. Deciding it was best to listen to his friend he sat on the bench against the wall opposite Carl and rubbed his temples. He stayed like this for who knows how long, but suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder; startled he looked up to see one of the nurses smiling down at him.

"Mr. Van Helsing, congratulations, they are beautiful." She said gently and turned from Gabriel who was stunned.

He stood and he seemed to miss the next step in walking, you all know, the moving part.

Did she just say 'they'!

Suddenly remember the next step he rushed to Anna's side, she was holding two bundles of cloth. She looked up at him with smiling eyes.

"Gabriel, meet your son and daughter."

He took one bundle, which held a green eyed chocolate haired girl he smiled even wider, and tears began to form. The child seemed to focus on him.

"Hello, I'm your father."

Carl had came in behind Gabriel and he handed the bundle off to the friar who was slightly surprised to suddenly be holding the smallest form of human life he'd ever seen.

Gabriel was now holding a brown haired blue-eyed boy, and he could no longer hold the tears in and they fell down his face, these tears of happiness beyond all measures. Happiness for something he'd always wondered if he had, something he'd always wanted, a family.

A/N: Hey! On the 26th there will be the very last chapter of this part of the story and the beginning of the next.