A/N: I'm sorry about not updating lately. I've been so swamped and stress its not even funny. Anyways, here's chapter 15 and just as an update; I won't be doing anymore disclaimers part of being completely stressed and tired of doing them.

Patch's POV:

I pulled into the hotel's parking lot and waited for Scott to arrive. I began to get out my groceries from the bike's secret compartment underneath the back seat. As soon as I reset the seat, I felt Scott set down behind me.

I turned towards him and smirked, "Well, look what the cat drug in."

He shook his head, "Not now, Patch. Let's just go see Nora and-" he stopped talking and looked up in the direction of Nora's and my hotel room.

I looked at him curiously, "Scott? What's wrong?" His facial expression was focused, but it was slowly turning to fear and worry. It caused me to get worried about my fiancé and unborn baby.

Scott turned to me. His facial expression read that something happened, "Nora! She's going into an anemic attack!" I felt him unfurl his wings and I gave him a look. He sighed, "Fine, grab on."

I grabbed him and let him fly me to our room. The balcony was open and I immediately ran in. I shouted for her, as I placed the groceries on the counter and searched for her. I ran into the bedroom and saw her curled up into a ball freezing and shaking from the loss of iron. I stuck my hand into my leather jacket and took out her pills.

I picked her up and sat her sitting up against the wall. I forced the pills into her palm, "Nora?" she didn't respond, "Nora, please? Take the iron pills." She opened her eyes, but they were slightly glassed over. I knew she couldn't move much, so I took the pills out of her palm and placed them in her mouth.

I looked over my shoulder to ask Scott for some water, but he already had some. I nodded to thank him and I returned my focus to Nora. I unscrew the top and opened her mouth so she could drink. I put the bottle to her lips and pushed it up allowing a sip of water into her mouth. She gulped and she began shaking less. I shrugged my jacket off and placed it around her shoulders.

I picked her up bridal style and moved her to the bed. I then lay beside her. I moved her hair out of her face, and placed my palm on her cheek. I kissed her forehead and then removed my palm from her cheek. I placed it on her soon to be large stomach where my unborn child was currently residing.

I was so scared of losing them, my family. I never thought I would get this. It scared me to think that I was that close of losing both Nora and the child. I felt my phone ring in my pocket. I got up and left the room and checked my phone. It was an unknown number. I rolled my eyes and answered the phone.

What I wasn't expecting was my soon to be mother-in-law screaming hysterically at me to get to Nora. I reassured her, that I had it under control.

Once her breathing was under control, she asked, "Has Nora seen Scott, yet? I think I may have caused her to go into an anemic attack…"

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, "No, not yet. But, once she wakes up, she will. Scott is in our hotel living room. Just to update you, Ms. Grey…"

Her voice turned into a stern mother's, "What happened?"

I cringed, 'I happened; that's what happened', "Well, it wasn't just you who caused Nora to go into an anemic attack-"

The bedroom door slammed open and there stood a heavy breathing Nora. She glared at me and said in a voice that I had never heard out of her. It was a mix of calm and collected and almost rage with a hint of a threat tinged with it, "Don't you even dare tell her, Patch Cipriano. If you even as much breathe a word about it to her, I will personally cut your tongue off."

I felt my eyebrows rise as I realized that she meant it. I glanced over at Scott and saw him on the floor. His facial expressions said it all. He was fucking terrified. He made eye contact with me and mind spoke in a scared voice, 'What happened to little miss nice girl?'

I shrugged, 'I have no idea, but I'm just a tad bit scared too. I have never seen her like this. I'm thinking the baby is giving off its emotions and Nora is feeding off those extra emotions.'

Scott nodded in agreement, 'Well, the baby is an Archangel-Nephilim hybrid. It must be really powerful, being that the baby is only two or three weeks old. Just imagine what the baby will be like when it's actually born. Imagine how many people will want to harness its raw power. All the demons of hell and the angels of heaven will want to get their hands on your child,' he was silent for a moment, 'Wow… Now I understand why I was made this baby's guardian angel… This is going to be tough. Oh wow….'

I shook my head, 'No one is touching either of them. If they want them they will have to go through me. And nothing has gotten rid of me. No one knows where my feather is. I have one left. And that's a secret that I'll keep with me until the end of eternity.'

I felt Nora's glare before I returned my attention to her. Her face was twisted in anger, but it was dying as she held her hand out for my phone. I hesitated before giving it to her, but she took it and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I placed my hand against the bathroom door.

Nora's POV:

This baby is going to be trouble if it's anything like its father. It's emotions were starting to become my own and I couldn't tell which was mine and which was the baby's. After Patch put me in the bed, I had properly blacked out. But then the baby made itself know quite expectantly.

I was taken to a white house in the middle of nowhere. I saw myself sitting on the front steps that lead to the porch of the house. I also saw Patch sitting in the lush green grass with a baby girl with tan skin that complimented his own.

The girl had dark brown hair that had a few streaks of natural red in it that showed while in the sunlight. The girl's eyes were a beautiful steel gray much like my own. Her dark brown and natural red hair was wavy with a few curls at the very end. Her facial features were much like my own except her eye structure was the same as Patch's.

This was our baby. This was our house. I heard a distinctive noise behind me. I turned in the direction of the sound and saw a pasture that held four horses. A black horse was nuzzling a red chestnut foal. Next to them was a horse that resembled that of the foal. And apart from those was a beautiful roan horse. We owned horses. We owned all of this.

I heard another noise that of a vehicle rumbling down a gravel driveway. I glanced towards our driveway and saw that it was quite long and I couldn't see the road because trees obscured my view of it. A red GMC truck came down our driveway. It parked behind a really old car. I looked better at the car and realized what it was exactly. It was the car that Scott had gotten for me after our encounter with Rixon.

A figure stepped out of the driver side of the truck. He had a blonde crew cut and he hadn't aged since the day he died. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. A figure got out of the passenger seat and the rear door of that side opened.

Scott held the hand of a small boy who seemed to be the age of 4. And my best friend hadn't aged since the last time I saw her. She was waddling over to the dream Nora. I watched myself as dream-me got up from the steps and hugged Vee.

She gestured to the small girl who was trying to hide herself in Patch's chest. The small boy's mouth seemed to curve upward in a rueful smile and released Scott's hand. He walked over to Patch and my daughter and sat down. Patch raised an eyebrow. The boys shook his head and poked my daughter. She grunted and continued to hide in Patch's chest.

Patch smiled and stood up. She had ended up skillfully wrapping her small legs and arms around Patch's abdomen while he was getting up. He asked her a question. And she violently shook her head. Patch shrugged to the boy. The boy's face was a painful sight to see as he went back to Scott and held onto Scott's leg.

The vision was ended as my baby's emotions seemed to evaporate. I then woke up. I placed my hand on the bedroom door, and my baby's emotions spiraled upwards again. The baby showed me exactly what was happening on the other side of the door.

Patch was on the phone talking to someone. And Scott Parnell was lying down on the couch. I was then able to hear Patch's conversation a little bit clearer.

Patch: Blythe, Nora is okay. She's in the bedroom resting.

He stopped talking to listen to my mother talk.

Patch: No, not yet. But as soon as she wakes up she will. Scott's in our hotel living room. Just to update you Ms. Grey…

He broke off, I saw him cringe and run his fingers through his oh so curly hair.

Patch: Well….

I couldn't let him tell her. I just couldn't. I felt the baby's anguish and felt her amplifying my emotions. I knew she was doing it, but I also knew that I could do nothing about it.

I slammed open the door and held out my hand for Patch's phone. Scott was somehow on the floor staring at me. Patch was looking at me with his eyebrows arched. For some reason his look made me really pissed. The baby fed off of my emotions and amplified them once again.

I felt as if she pushed me passed my breaking point, "Don't you even dare tell her, Patch Cipriano. If you even as much breathe a word about it to her, I will personally cut your tongue off." Holy crap… That was gruesome. Even for me. Scott was staring at me as if I was a monster from a horror movie.

Scott turned his head towards Patch and made eye contact with him. I knew that they were communicating with each other through mind-speak, which seriously irritated me. I mean why can't they talk a loud so I could hear…

Then it dawned on me that they were talking about me. Stupid boys and their gossiping. Or was that the girls? Damn, these dang hormones. I got so frustrated that I just snatched Patch's phone out of his hand and took off for the bathroom.