Jezelle open the door before they even got out the car, she looked at Trish as she stood there looking smaller than Jezelle has ever seen her. She opens her arms "Oh my dear." She said softly as she open her arms to the young woman and Trish rushes up to her and let Jezelle hug her.

"It took him Jezelle it took Darry!" She sobbed into her shoulder

"Shhhh I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, come inside your and James." She said, as she led Trish inside while James stood still with a frown on his face.

"Wait how did you know my name?" He asked as he followed them inside.

James was at a lost if any one asked him three months ago if you believe in men getting pregnant demons with wings and psychic woman who knows his name before he could remember he has one. Trish wipes her eyes before holding her injured arm, the older woman walks back into the front room moments later with a tray of cups and a hot tea pot. James was about to ask if she had any lemon when he spotted it on the tray and he just sat there with the question dying on his tongue.

They were quiet as Jezelle made tea for all them "I think coffee would be a bad idea for you state of mind Trish." She told him, as she handed him a very sugary tea the young girl smiled at her sadly as she sipped her tea. After a moment Trish just has to start talking about her brother.

"Did you see anything about the Hannibal coming for Darry." She asked, both James and Jezelle looked at her with wide eyes.

"Sorry who?" Jezelle asked, Trish blinked and looked at them.

"Hannibal." She said her voice now filled with uncertainty "Hannibal." She repeats again this time quietly as she looks away from their fearful faces and looked down at her up of tea. "His name is Hannibal."

"Where did that name come from?" James asked "Because you have been calling this thing It, or monster and demon?" He asked her, Trish rubbed her injured arm to afraid to look at any of them in the eye.

"Trish how much older are you than Darry?" Jezelle asks her,

"We're not twins if that is what you're asking. I'm 2 years older but we share the same birthday." She whispered the last part.

"I wonder."

Trish looked up as the older woman sips her tea before she looks at James who seems to have the same frown on his face since he came into the house. "It might explain why Hannibal has a hard time figuring out who he wanted." She hummed her thoughts

"Why? Because we share the same birthday, that doesn't mean anything right?" She asked the older woman.

"May I see your arm?" She asked, Trish nodded and let Jezelle take the bandage off and look at the cuts, but as she pulled the last part of bandage away she looked at nothing but clear skin, the only thing that was left behind was the stitches where the wounds would have been.

"How the hell…" James gasped as he moved closer and touched her arm; Tish looked down at herself and then up at Jezelle.

"What is going on?"

"You and Darry you share everything right? You tell each other secrets or know something is wrong with the other before they even said anything?" Trish thought back to their ride before they met the Creeper her brother guessing that her ex had been beating her. Then she thought back to a time when she was out visiting a friend two towns away and she had to get up in the night and call home because she felt something was wrong with Darry, she was right he had fallen out of the bunk bed and broke his arm. "But that is just a normal sibling connection." Trish told her

"I but you can feel his baby can't you." Jezelle asked, Trish looked away trying not to think about the fluttering in her stomach and at nights when she half awake and half asleep she swears she can feeling the rolling and wiggling of something in her.

"It will be born any day now." She said without thinking. Tears were rolling down her face as she turned to James who warped his arms around Trish and held her close as she sob

"You two should have been twins." The older woman said as she watched the two latches on to each other.

Mean while…

Darry was sat in room he was frowning as he looked at himself in the mirror he could hardly recognise himself any more. He turned away and gasped as he gripped the chair in the room as he pressed his hand to his stomach, his eyes widen as he waited for the pain to fade before moving again only to hiss at another pain rippling though his stomach. "Son of a bitch." He choked as he moved his way to the bed and curled up on himself. The pain went again leaving Darry sat there with the sheets twisting in his hands as he tried to uncurl himself.

….

Next day…

Darry doesn't remember much about the birth, he remembers screaming and the pain as if the baby was trying alien his way out of him. He could remember hearing the crying of the baby and then nothing everything went dark until now, he groaned as he started to come to his body hurts and like he had been pulled apart and thrown back together. He opens his eyes and turned his head to see a cot across the room, he blinks at he watched it for a moment before looking down at his stomach and see the bump was gone.

Then he felt panic washed over him he wanted to see his baby he wanted to hold him as he pushed himself up wincing in pain. He limped towards the cot his heart hammering in his chest he had survived the birth he is alive and he will get to see his child despite the fact that its father is a monster and the baby is not human itself. He used the table and chair to help him move close to the cot and he growled thinking he needs to kill Hannibal for putting the cot to fair away. He got closer and looked down and gasped at his baby, tears started to prickle and burn his eyes as Darry reached in and scooped up the pink baby and pulled him up close.

Darry hobbled back to the bed and sat down carefully as he looked down at the whimpering baby and he felt almost bad for waking Azazel, he almost laughs at himself as he calls his child. But he doesn't think Bobby or Peter would be a good name for a half demon child. He could see some scales on his baby's skin and he wondered if Azazel will be like his father, however all Darry cared about is if his baby is healthy had two arms, two legs and all their fingers and toe. Opening his eyes Azazel looked up at his mother while Darry gasped seeing the pale blue eyes looked up at him. He heard the door open making Darry snap his head up as he scooped up his baby and pulled close to his chest and growled as Hannibal walked into the room. He stood at the door and watched his mate and grinned seeing him alive, Darry snarled at him as he held Azazel close to himself. "My mate."