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Well what do you think? I'm proud of this chapter so please tell me what you think. i will try to get to the next chapter sooner.

(Flashback 800 years earlier)

"AAAHHH!"

The soul piercing scream ripped through the room and the young shinigami cringed as his wife rode out her painful contractions. She had been in labor from the crack of dawn and now it was almost midnight. Shinigami felt utterly useless as he held her hand unable to really do anything else. He would whisper sweet nothings into her ear and was pleased that they helped keep her calm, but once another contraction would hit his hand was caught in a death grip and he could do nothing but stroke her hair and cringe. Being who they were her pregnancy was hard on her body. If she were a human Shinigami was sure she would have died within the first couple of hours; a thought that he refused to think about.

"It is okay, Phoenix, my love," he softly spoke to her. The young, snowy haired beauty looked up at him with glassy golden eyes as gentle tears cascaded down her cheeks. "Just think once our son is here you will be able to finally hold him."

His lover's eyes glistened beautifully as they filled with more tears, "but it hurts…" she whimpered when the contraction finally subsided.

The god couldn't help but let a few of his own tears fall from his violet eyes. "Yes I know." He tightened his grip on her hand and he pressed his forehead to her sweaty one. "But our son will be here… think of him and what he will look like. If anything he will probably look just like you. With your golden eyes and snowy hair. We can even name him Adam, just like you wanted."

"O-o-okay…," she stuttered, gulping back a new wave emotions.

And then, like an explosion, the young woman was screaming in pure agony, her back arched off the cot she rested on and her hand was ripped from his as she gripped the sides of the cot for support.

Shinigami jumped back, startled and called for the midwife. The human midwife rushed into the room and tried to restrain deaths wife as best she could, but was overcome and was thrown into the wooden wall by fire-like tentacles that formed from the pregnant woman's finger tips.

"PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" Lady Death screamed.

Shinigami stood frozen as he watched his loves brother rush into the room with a syringe in hand (I know they didn't have syringes or any advance technology 800 years ago but I don't care this is my story and here they do (: ). He used said syringe by pushing the needle into her neck, pushed down on the plunger and released its contents into her system. Phoenix had instantly calmed and lay quietly against the bed sheets.

"What did you give her?" Shinigami asked, finally coming out of his stupor.

"A sedative," the young man asked. "Don't worry it won't hurt her or the baby. She only needed it to suppress the pain. I also need to check and see how far dilated she is."

Pulling up a chair towards the end of the bed, Phoenix's brother parted her legs and he couldn't help but gasp and stare.

"What? What is it, Michael?" The death god asked, a little anxious.

"Uh… She needs to start pushing NOW!" Michael declared, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "Phoe-Phoey, you need to start pushing…"

Phoenix looked down at her brother with a lazy questioning gaze, "W-why?"

Her brother smiled at her, "Because your baby is ready to see his parents. He is already crowning."

The young woman's eyes widened and she nodded, "o-okay."

And with that Phoenix began to push with all her might.

(An hour later)

She screeched, whimpered and sobbed as the sedative began to wear off and pain set in.

"Come on Phoenix," Michael commanded. "PUSH!"

"I can't…," Phoenix whimpered, "I'm too tired and it hurts…"

Tears cascaded down her cheeks as the pain continued to intensify while exhaustion continued to set into her body. But then two large, muscled hands cupped her cheeks. Cracking open her tear filled eyes she locked her gaze with that of her husband. Her eyes widened as she watched the emotions swim through his dark eyes; encouragement, hope, trust, and, most importantly, love. He did not need words to push her forward, what she was seeing in his eyes was enough. So, with a determined grunt, she gave one final push.

"GAAAAAHHHH!" she shouted as she felt as if she was being ripped in half.

But then she heard the most amazing sound to ever reach her ears… her son's first cry. Tears filled her yet again and she forced herself to sit up as her powers slowly receded into an almost dormant-like room and her healing ability took over to tend to the damage that had been done to the young beauty's body. Her snowy hair darkened into black tresses and her golden orbs turned to a beautiful sky blue, golden flecks the only hint of their previous color.

"Well, sis, your son is absolutely healthy," Michaels voice boomed happily, cradling his new nephew against his chest. "Would you like to hold him?"

Phoenix beamed, despite her pain, "well of course I would like to hold him!"

Michael chuckled and gently handed his whimpering nephew over to the young mother. Another chuckle escaped his lips as she eagerly pulled the small bundle into her arms. The blonde haired man couldn't help the heartwarming feeling that enveloped him in its embrace as he watched his baby sister coo and cuddle over her newborn.

"So what are you waiting for, Shinigami?" Michael asked, turning to his brother-in-law. "Aren't you going to join them?"

The death god and the angel/demon offspring stared at each other for a few moments before a large bead of sweat formed on the back of Michael's head. "Just go see your son…"

Michael quickly exited the room before another awkward moment occurred between him and his brother-in-law.

Blinking a few times, Shinigami turned to his wife and son, his family. Stepping up to the small cot he lifted his small wife up and into his lap. Once they were comfortable Shinigami stared down at the small bundle nestled into his wife's bosom. He was defiantly surprised at what he saw, but overwhelmed with utter joy nonetheless. His son was absolute perfection; his skin was pale like his, he had inky black hair with three white sanzu lines that cut evenly down the middle of his head. But what caught him by surprise were his sons' eyes. They were exactly like his mother's golden colored ones, bright and alert as he stared at him curiously.

"Hello, son," Shinigami said, his voice soft and filled with love as he stroked his sons soft cheek. "Little Adam Death."

"No…"

Shinigami looked at his wife curiously, "what is wrong, love?"

"I do not want to name him Adam anymore. It doesn't suit him…" she stated. "I think he should be named after you." The (now) raven haired woman looked up at her husband and loving smile on her full pink lips.

Shinigami blushed at the sight of the gentleness and kindness that made her smile. He buried his nose against her neck trying to hide the pink tint. "I-I like that idea…"

"Alright," she giggled softly. "Hmm… Death Jr. doesn't really sound right. Neither does Little Death."

The beauty stared down at her little bundle, her delicate brows furrowed in thought and her left middle and index fingers subconsciously twirling a strand of her hair. Shinigami loved when she looked like this, she was absolutely adorable. "Death the Kid…?"

Phoenix discontinued twirling her hair and she looked back at her husband with surprised eyes. Then she looked down at her son and kissed his forehead, smiling against the soft skin. "That's perfect! Death the Kid…"

(End Flashback)