NEW CHAPTER!!! Omg!! Wooooooo, also this is going to be the final chapter.

"So Lady, you almost ready to leave?" Dante stood next to the window looking out at the blue-gray sky.

Lady just happened to be walking out of the bathroom in new clothes (thanks to Trish). "Yeah, although how Trish new my size still amazes me."

Dante turned around and looked at her, sure she looked as she always did and if not for the bandages on her arms and head then he would have made a few comments. At the current moment however he did not feel the need to make her mad, just felt that he needed to get her home.

"Are those Trish's clothes?" Dante raised an eyebrow.

"Nope, Trish said she was out shopping and since my birthday is coming up she decided to buy me something." Shrugging she finished packing up her small bag of dirty clothes, a few cans of pop, and then the flowers that just magically appeared when she was admitted, though she figured it had to be the police guy and patty.

"Oh yeah, you have a birthday coming up huh." Lady shrugged like it was no big deal. Dante never really celebrated his birthday until he met Lady. Now every year Trish, Lady, Patty and Morisson come over and they celebrate his birthday, Christmas (unless Patty's mom says otherwise) and thanksgiving. None of them are really religious but it helped to have a place to go on holidays so you didn't feel so alone. Dante just wanted Lady around so he could have something to look at and dream about. Hell he could do the same about Trish but seeing as she looked so much like his mom made it slightly creepy; even for him. Before Dante's thoughts drifted off to far Lady spun around in the dress (yes it's a dress) and walked out the door leaving him to catch up.

"Slow down Lady, you're supposed to be healing."

"I don't need to heal, I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

They both pressed the button for the elevator at the same time, then gave each other glares. "You're not fine, well yes you are (insert wink) but you're still injured."

(BIG SIGH) "Dante. Shut up." He just won an argument.

A few hours later Lady and Dante were drunk. Well Dante was drunk, Lady was more or less wasted off alcohol, probably not a good thing right after her surgery. "Hey Lady did you know that you're drunk?"

"Yes I did Dante."

"Hmm that's good."

"Ya think?"

"Mmm-Hmm."

"Hey, what happens when the demons show up?"

"What demons?"

"Demons in general…" Her words weren't that slurred but you could tell she wasn't sober anymore.

"OH!..simple, we kick their ass's as usual."

She shrugged and took another shot of Whiskey. "Ok."

She began to fill another shot for Dante, "Whoa, slow down there. I think you've had to many."

"Uh-huh, I think I know my limits."

"Well you don't."

"Wait are you saying you're done drinking? And I win?" She raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the couch.

"No, I never said I "give up." I just said that maybe YOU should pace yourself, you were just in the hospital today."

"Yeah, but that never slowed you down."

(SIGH) "Stop compairing our situations. IM a DEMON. You're a HUMAN. Big difference."

(SIGH) "Not really."

"Are you mocking me."

"Nope."

(Dante Glares).

They watched some Comedy Central and Lady leaned over to Dante. "Hey Dante?"

"Yeah Lady." Dante was bored, yes the TV show was funny but he really wanted Lady to loosen up and talk to him, that's why he got her drunk.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"You're drunk?"

"That too."

"Sure, what's on your mind." He put an arm on the back of the couch as she leaned on the other side.

"I think that I did might have done something bad."

"Like?"

"I don't want you to know…but you will."

"What did you do?"

"I might have spiked someone's drink…."

Dante raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Mine?" Not that it mattered.

"No…"

"Whose?"

"I cant tell you."

"Why not?"

She stuck out her tongue and watched the TV again.

"Women." Dante received a pillow to the head and a glare, followed by a giggle. Less than a moment later Lady rested her head on his shoulder. "Lady?"

"Shhhh."

"Wha-?" He looked down at her, cuddled up on the couch, the only part of them touching was her head on his shoulder and her arm slightly brushing his side. This connection didn't bother him much at all and in fact it was a step that bothered him seeing as she never let him get this close until now.

Suddenly out of nowhere Lady reached up and poked Dante on the nose. "Ha-ha you're cute."

"What the hell Lady."

"I swear I'm not drunk…."

"Uh-huh"

"Dante?"

"Lady, just watch TV."

"No, I'm bored of the TV."

"Well what do you want to do, we could play pool or you could find me food."

"I don't wanna get up."

"You're drunk."

"Dante."

"What?"

"Just hoe-checking." Dante looked at Lady like WTF.

"I'm not you're hoe…you're my hoe."

Lady went upstairs roughly a half hour later, after a little bit of stumbling around Dante heard the bathroom door close. He laughed louder than he thought cause the next moment he got shot in the face. "HEY that's not very nice."

"I never said I was nice."

"that's true, you've been a bitch ever since I met you." He grinned.

"Fuck you."

"You want to."

"I-" He cut her off

"I know you do."

"Pfft…" She went past him into the kitchen and returned with a glass of ice water.

"So, not going to drink anymore?"

"Not for a while."

"Awe, was it too much alcohol for you?"

"Nope."

He shrugged and slouched more into the couch. "So Dante…."

"No more hoe-checking."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Good."

"Awe, Dante doesn't want to be my hoe?"

"No, as I told you earlier you're MY hoe."

"I don't think so…"

"OK so I need to get new hoes, what else is new…"

"A lot of things."

"OOH, like?" (He acted like a little kid, clapping his hands and acting all excited.

"Well, I have another bottle of Rum upstairs, we cant drink that till later." She gave him an evil grin.

"Ok commence the second part of our drinking contest."

"Yep." Walking back into the kitchen she grabbed the whiskey bottle. "Ready?"

"Always."

A few hours later it appeared to be after eight. "Ok are we allowed to get the rum bottle yet?"

"Fine Dante. I'll go get it."

"Ok."

"Lady hurry up."

"Hold on, I can take my time if I want to."

Grumbling Dante got up and walked up the stairs. "Come on Lady hurry up."

"You in a hurry to finish off this bottle?"

"Finnish off? We haven't even started on it yet. At this rate you'll have alcohol poisoning."

"Pfft."

He reached his bedroom and saw that she wasn't there. He suddenly heard the bathroom door open. Turning he saw Lady step out in her pajamas. The shorts were velvet by the looks of them and they were a deep green color, and only when he looked up from her legs did he notice three things. First she was giving him the look like touch me and die, or hey I know I'm hot. (maybe both). Secondly she had the bottle of rum in one hand and the other on the doorframe, and lastly that she was extremely hot. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he just wanted to kiss her then and there.

As if she could read her mind Lady reached over and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Soon after the shock wore off Dante wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her closer. It seemed that she moved closer to him in response. Running one hand through his hair while the other held onto the rum bottle. Dante pulled away for a moment, "I knew my charm would work." "Shut up Dante." In response he kissed her again, this one was led more by him than her. Each kiss after was more intense and more passionate. Years of knowing each other finally letting go. As each kiss intensified Dante pushed her against the wall more and more, slowly she directed him from the wall to the bedroom, somehow without him knowing. He knew however that he would actually have to fight for power. She was the strongest woman that he had ever taken into his bed. Seeing as Trish looked like his mom that would just seem awkward. "Are you sure?" Lady nodded in response, "I am." Dante smiled at Lady with an unexpected light in his eyes. With a dip he had Lady lay out on the bed underneath him and was kissing her. Each passing moment the sexual tension swelled. Dante's calloused hands caressed her soft arms, stroking slowly from her shoulder to her elbow and back again, his other hand caressed her back. Her arms looped around his neck playing with his hair along with his neck. Feeling him shiver under her touch caused her to smile and laugh; Dante grinned in response.

They tangled themselves into his sheets and each other, not really noticing anything other than themselves. It was as if the demons, people and objects around them didn't exist or if they did it didn't matter at all. There were pillows falling off the bed, the comforter was completely off the bed and only the sheets covered their bodies. Lady was stretched across Dante's chest with her arms still wrapped around his neck and fingers tangles in his hair. Dante was the complete opposite, he allowed her to lay on him, allowed her to snuggle for she was exhausted as was he. He would never admit he was tired, he was never this tired after sleeping with someone, it was always a get up and go back home or go kill demons afterward; he could get used to this. He laid there but didn't feel like sleeping, just wanted to look at her peaceful face. His eyelids soon started to droop, he pulled her closer. Draping one arm around her waste he put the other up toward her head and started to stroke her hair; he kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes to sleep.

"Hey Dante…." Lady poked at Dante. "Dante?"

"Hmmm?"

"You need to get up…or at least let me up." His response was to pull her closer.

"No."

"Dante, we need to clean up the mess.."

He cracked an eye open. "What mess?"

"You made me drop the Rum bottle." She had a blanket wrapped around her chest but her arms were folded over it so it couldn't fall down. Looking down at himself he saw that he was only covered by the waste down. "I didn't make you drop the Rum bottle, YOU dropped the Rum bottle."

"Uh-huh, you were the one who pushed me onto the bed."

"You kissed me."

"uh….crap…uhmmm…"

"HA!"

"Child."

"Pedophile."

"Ew."

Dante cleaned up the bottle and whipped up the rum that had spilt on the floor. He glanced up from his crouched position to see Lady lying on the bed apparently deciding to take a nap. He took the items in his hand and threw them on the chair; literally. Within three seconds of doing that he jumped on Lady and cuddled into her stomach. "What the hell."

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"So…" Dante trailed off not knowing exactly how to proceed.

"So?" Lady combed through Dante's hair.

"Do you..regret it?" He still wasn't looking at her, nor was he going to.

"Nope."

"None at all? You are the same Lady who said she'd never love a demon." He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled into her warmth.

"Of course I'm the same girl. But I don't love a demon. I love you."

It was quiet for a few moments while Lady thought Dante was going to tell her to get out or that it was all a joke and he just wanted to fuck her she tensed waiting for a response. Dante was the opposite. He was shocked.

"Say it again."

"I'm the same as I was then, as I am now….I just know you better."

"Not that."

"What?"

He looked at her. "Say it again."

"You're not a demon?" He shook his head. "I love you?" She watched his eye light up and he leaned in for another kiss. Really unlike Dante but it didn't really surprise her anymore. The nights events from before started over again, without the alcohol this time. However as Lady was sitting over Dante sharing a passionate kiss a crash from downstairs startled them both. Lady lost her balance, it didn't help that Dante jolted straight up. She started to fall off the bed, he must have been distracted cause he came with her crashing on the floor.

"Hey, a little warning would be nice."

"Well I didn't make the crashing sound. Just stay here. I'll be back. DON'T get dressed."

She laughed at him. He pulled on a pair of black jeans and grabbed a gun going down the hall to the staircase.

After a few minutes and a few more crashes Dante returned. Seeing that she hadn't gotten dressed caused Dante to smile. "At least you listened to me."

"Well, I kind of figured you'd just make my life difficult today, plus its really warm in here."

"Yeah, well we cant really do much today. Trish is pissed." Lady looked confused but shrugged.

"Sounds like normal Trish to me."

"Yeah." Dante sighed and crawled on the bed in his pants. Lady tried to pass him but he held her down and kissed her some more. "Dante…I need to get dressed." "I don't want you to."

"But I want to."

"Are you saying that in this "heat", which really isn't all that warm in here, you want to wear clothes?" He raised a silver eyebrow at her weirdness.

Lady kissed Dante and got out of bed, grabbed her bag on the way to his personal bathroom. "Hey that's my bathroom."

"I know. It's got the good shower."

"Yeah, cause its mine.""If you're a good today, maybe we can test it out later."

"OK. See you downstairs."

Once Lady got in the shower she felt a whole lot better. Not as hot, and not as sticky. She finished up in time to hear Trish start her fighting with Dante, who surprisingly didn't start fighting back. Lady got dressed and walked downstairs, ducking along the way as to not be hit by stray bullets.

After a few months more of dating Dante, Trish had finally noticed and decided to take Lady out to dinner to have a little "girl-talk." Unfortunately Lady was sick that morning and called Trish to tell her they could do it another night. Trish had her week packed with devil hunting in another state, saying they could do it when she returned. "Ok, see ya then Trish, bye."

Lady was in the bathroom waiting for the stick to have a negative line or a plus sign. It also sounded like a good reason to call Trish and tell her to wait till she got back. "Lady?"

"Just a minute Dante." Lady quickly put the empty box under the sink, Dante had finally agreed that she could keep her "girl-items" under there. Just as she was putting everything away the stick was ready. "Fuck." There was a plus sign.

"What was that Lady?"

"Nothing Dante."

Over the next month Lady had a hard time deciding what to do. "Hey Lady, uh…." Dante had noticed that she always seemed like she had something weighing on her shoulder, her mind always occupied. He had been digging one day in the bathroom looking for one of his old raisers and saw a pregnancy box. He also noticed that there were like 2-3 stick things in there. All of them with a plus sign. He re-read the back of the box and he knew. He also knew that she was getting slower when they would fight demons, when they would usually drink she would pass, she claimed to like his baggy shirts, but he could see she was gaining weight. Why she hadn't come out and told him he had no idea. The idea of being a father did scare him, it was one of the few things that did, but maybe the fact that she was only 21 and dating a demon had something to do with it.

"Yeah Dante?" She looked up at him from lying on his chest, it was early in the morning maybe six? She wasn't sure, neither one ever-got out of bed unless it was necessary.

"Are you ok?"

"Uh, yeah I've been trying to find a time to ask you, hypothetically what happens to a human who has a demon inside her."

"You're pregnant."

Obviously it wasn't a question so she nodded in reply. Not looking up at him she felt him press his soft lips to the top of her head. "This was why Trish was trying to talk to you, I didn't think it would happen. I never really considered the possibility."

"Of?""Most women aren't strong enough to carry demon children." He wrapped his arms around her in a form of comfort. "It's still early, we could get rid of it."

"But…""What is it?" He stroked her hair.

"I want to have your children." He tilted her head up and kissed her forehead.

"I want you to have my children. Just not at the cost of your life."

Lady smiled. "Nice to know."

"You didn't know I don't want you to die?" He gave her a look.

"No, hahaha that you want me to have your kids…." She blushed.

"Ahhahahhaha." He laughed.

They stayed like that for a while. After a moment of silence Lady decided. "I think I'd like to try Dante."

"Hmm? More sex? No need to say that just make a move. I'm your willing slave." He spread his arms wide.

"Not that, I think I want to try the baby thing."

"Well I already got you pregnant so we'll have to wait a few months."

She punched his arm. "Shut up Dante."

Months after this conversation Lady lay in Dante's bed. "Ugh, Dante."

"Hey Lady, did you have a good night sleep? Did that demon keep you awake?"

"Don't say that, he's your son."

"Lady, we should have gotten rid of it when we had the chance, look at you! You're so pale. You cant keep down food, you can barely move let alone speak!"

"It's not that bad."

"YES IT IS!" Dante punched the wall.

Taking a closer look at him Lady noticed that he hadn't shaved or had a shower, let alone left his room at all in the past week. "Dante, you need to get up, go for a walk, clear your head. I'll take a nap while you're gone."

"No you wont."

(Sigh) "You're right. It's just going to be a few more days Dante."

"Maybe for you! What if that thing kills you?!"

"What will be will be Dante."

"No, if you don't survive…."

"What Dante! What? You'll kill him?"

"No, I could never harm anything that even resembles you."

She held his hand and whispered, "I know. I'm sorry."

"No, you're right."

"Dante, you don't apologize. What's wrong?"

"You might die. I thought you were strong enough, but this last month has been so hard on your body."

"I know."

The next day Dante phoned Trish and told her to get her ass down to the shop and deliver the demon child. Yes Dante would love the baby no matter what, but at the moment he didn't have to. It was causing pain to the woman he loved more than anything. Trish arrived soon after to find Lady was on the floor up on the bedroom floor. Dante started to prop her up against the end of the bed. "Hey Trish…"

"Hi Lady, how've you been today?"

"I think its been a rather good day today."

"Pfft."

Both women glared at Dante. "SHUT UP DANTE!"

"Ugh…" Lady squirmed in pain.

"I think its time, Dante can you go get the basin and rags from the kitchen?"

"Why the fuck did you leave it in the kitchen?" His only reply was a shrug.

"So, are we still on for the plan?"

"Yup, he still has no idea."

"Ok, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Yeah, I cant explain how much I love this child but I'm so scared of losing Dante."

"Ok, if you're sure."

"Yes." They hugged and then Trish shut Dante's bedroom door and locked it…pushing the dresser against it as well. "This is going to hurt." Lady nodded.

Trish started carving into Lady's stomach.

"AH!" Trish hesitated. "No,…keep go-going." They heard Dante running up the stairs.

"Trish! GOD DAMNIT OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!"

Lady bit down on her lower lip, each hand held onto the carpet, her knuckles turning white. Trish finally cut out the baby. Lady sighed with relief. Trish cut the umbilical cord and laid the baby on the middle of the bed. Pulling out a few supplies from a hidden bag Trish began to attempt to fix up Lady. The banging on the door got louder and after a few moments of silence did they decide they needed to hurry in their attempts to soe Lady up. Finally Dante got through the door with Rebellion. He slashed through his dresser, the door and part of the floor.

"Lady! You locked me ou-SHIT! TRISH WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO! SHE'S DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"It's ok Dante."

"NO! It's not all right." Dante sat down and helped hold the wound together.

"Dante press down right here." Dante did as he was told.

"Trish, what did you do."

The baby was eating away at her interior we had to get it out immediately, we couldn't wait hours until it was ready. So Lady and I decided the safest way for the baby to come out alive, so at least one of them lived was if we did a C-section."

Dante nodded and saw the logic in it even if he didn't want to. "I get it. I love you Lady. But you need to die."

Lady threw her head forward from its resting position against the bed and looked from Dante to Trish, both grinned mercilessly. "What?!"

Trish stabbed Lady again and Dante transformed into his demon form while the baby on the bed crawled over and pulled at her skin. All at once Lady screamed and sat up in bed. "What's wrong Lady?" She looked over and Dante was sitting up looking at her with concern. "Just another nightmare. Damn children and their messing with my body." Dante laughed. "You chose to keep it, I would have been content with just you. Although it makes me proud that I got it on the first try."

"How do you know it was the first?"

"Cause I'm just that awesome my wonderful sex puppet."

"What the hell are you on.."

"Nothing, just after a few more hours we can have sex."

"Not tonight. You do realize that I'll be lucky to survive right?"

"Yeah, but you will. You're strong."

He got up and came over to her pushing away stray hair from her perfect face with her mismatched eyes. "I love you." Pulling her into a kiss that was full of passion Dante hugged her.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

"What's wrong Trish?!"

"I think the baby's trying to force its way out!"

"WHAT!"

"You heard me."

"Just get it out."

"I'm trying."

After a few minutes of Lady pushing, the baby didn't seem to want to come out. As Dante was about to get up and call an ambulance Lady grabbed his arm, pulling him into a kiss with so much emotion. "You're going to get through this Lady." "I know. But just in case, I love you so much." "I love you too."

Just at that moment the baby ripped through her stomach, all you could see was a fist. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! DANTE!" Dante and Trish were stunned at first but they managed to work together to get the child out safely. Dante returned to Lady to find her dying slowly in his arms. "Trish is on the phone with an ambulance. They are on their way. Shhh, just hold on."

"I'll try."

Trish brought the baby boy down far enough for Lady to see him and touch his face. "He's so handsome. Just like his father, she kissed the baby's forehead and then kissed Dante. She was so weak…she just sort of closed her eyes even though Dante was telling her if she died he'd hunt her down in the afterlife. She smiled cause she knew he could. Trish gave her a hug and walked away with the baby. Dante held her in his arms till he thought she was gone; only then did he let his tears go.

Suddenly a hand wiped away his tears. "I'm not that weak…I thought devils didn't cry..." He smiled through his tears. Just then a medical team ran into the room to save her life….or at least try.

THE END. Yeah I know it's a crappy ending, I might concider writting up another chapter or something like an alternate ending.