A few weeks later…

After a few days back from Indiana, Patch and I talked to an obstetrician. He started me on daily vitamins and gave us advice since we're first time parents. It was scary just hearing him call us parents. Patch was also able to find a Nephilim doctor who will oversee all of my checkups just in case the baby or I seem different.

But Patch was different after everything that has happened. He's been gentle and protective, never left my side, which I could get use to. Falling asleep in his arms made me feel safe and secure again. But sometimes it got to be a little much. One time, he wouldn't even let me take my jacket off by myself.

We pulled into the driveway in Patch's black Audi. Like lightning, Patch got out of the driver's seat and made his way over to me in the passengers before I could even fully open the door. He pulled the door open with one hand and offered me the other. I took it with a sigh; he then wrapped his free arm around me and kicked the door closed. He lead me inside straight to the kitchen because once the morning sickness passed I was always hungry and craving something weird. I tried to steer toward the fridge to make something, but Patch steered me away, seating me at the island. He left me with a quick kiss. I sighed irritably.

"Patch, seriously. I'm pregnant, not dying." I told him.

"Angel..." He said in a low voice.

"Patch…" I countered. I got up and walked over to him. I took his hands in mine and intertwined them. "You won't let me lift a finger and I feel like a bother…" I trailed off looking away. He let go of one of my hands, I felt him lift my chin up so I was looking at him again.

"You're not a bother." He said in a straight, serious voice.

"Fine, I feel spoiled. You won't even let me make myself a sandwich." I found it annoying, Patch found it funny. He smiled, but I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh. He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"I swore that I would cherish you and spoil you, every kiss, every touch, and I plan on keeping that promise."

His words made my heart do a little flip.

"At least let me help out, it'll make me feel better." I begged. Patch paused before letting out a long sigh. I smiled.

With that Patch let me help cook dinner. I cooked the noodles and garlic bread. He made the sauce. Right as we finished, Vee and Gavin got home.

"Hey babe!" Vee called from the front door. I heard her kick off her shoes before she came strolling into the kitchen. "Ouhh good pasta. Mama's hungry."

That night…

I sat on the edge of the bed in my pajamas lost in thought. I hadn't even noticed Patch standing in the doorway, but who would? He was part ninja.

"Something bothering you?" He asked questioningly.

"Nope. Sorry, I guess I just spaced out." His eyes narrowed unconvinced.

"Angel.." He said sternly.

I bit my lip and looked away. Okay something was bothering me, but I didn't want to tell Patch.

Patch sat next to me on the bed and watched me with his eyes that felt like they were staring into your soul.

"Angel… I can tell you want to say something."

I sighed.

"I want to move." Patch stared blankly at me. "God, I knew it was a stupid idea." I put my head in my hands.

"It's not a bad idea, Angel. It's just; do you think it's the right time to be moving?"

"There are just too many memories here. We need a fresh start where we can raise our child in peace." My hands moved to my slightly protruding belly. I didn't want to tell him because I don't really have a job so buying a house and all the expenses that come with would be on Patch, which he obviously has enough money, but it wasn't my place to tell him how to spend it. I can't even get a job now because of the baby. "Especially now while Vee and Gavin are here to help us."

Patch didn't say anything for a moment and in that moment my heart dropped. I thought maybe I had said too much or my idea was stupid, but Patch leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.

"I think moving is a wonderful idea." He finally said.

My smile spread ear to ear as I jumped into his arms, toppling us over. And for a while we just enjoyed being with each other, no outside distractions or problems that could separate us at least until morning came.

…..

While Patch was out, Vee and I began to look at houses. I was thinking something simple, nothing extravagant, and on or near the east coast. Vee was thinking Florida, but too many old people live there. A beach house would be nice, I could walk around in my bathing suit a lot which I'm sure Patch would enjoy, but they can get expensive and it has to be kid friendly.

"This is going to take forever." I said exasperated as I rubbed my palms on my face.

"It's okay. We'll find the perfect house for you, but it'll take time. Ouh! And it better have a room for me, so I can visit my godchild."

I laughed, "We will, Vee."

"Thanks, babe."

…

A few months later… 30 weeks into the pregnancy

I feel huge. Vee's 'Wide Load' t-shirt she got me a few months ago that was 2 sizes too big now fits perfectly. My ankles are swollen, my back is killing me, and I still have over a month until the baby is due. Besides all this pain and stress, I was just glad the baby and I were healthy. There haven't been any complications and the baby is growing at a healthy, strong rate.

Patch was in Delaware looking at a house. We found this beautiful house on the ocean from this cute old couple that wanted to down size. The house is gorgeous. It's a pastel yellow with white framework; a staircase leads you to the balcony that is perched on the second story in the front of the house. A sliding glass door leads you into the living room which is connected to the kitchen. A small hallway leads you to 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. Downstairs is a living area just a bit bigger than the living room and just down a hallway is a laundry room, bathroom and bedroom.

There isn't a garage, just an open area under the balcony with a gravel driveway. The whole house is about three quarters of an acre and in the back of the lot is a stair case that leads right to the beach. It's a private beach; it's mainly for residents of the area, so there isn't too much tourism and traffic there. But Patch wanted to make sure the house looked as nice as the pictures, I wish I could have gone with, but the pregnancy has really taken its toll on me. I don't think I could leave the house.

I couldn't dwell on it though. I had to stay strong for Patch. The pregnancy hasn't just taken a toll on me. It's been stressing Patch out too, even though he'd never admit it. Plus moving is extremely stressful for both of us. If this house is the one, that's when the real stress begins. We'll need to settle a price with the elder couple. If they accept it then we'll have to get a loan and we'll only have a few months to package our stuff up and move south. The easiest thing is to sell the heavy stuff like furniture and start over. Which is a possibility with the baby and all.

Just thinking about this was exhausting me. I put a hand on my growing belly and smiled down at my unborn child. But amidst all of this mess, I couldn't wait to have Patch and I's baby. Something I never thought would happen, it had only been a dream, but soon it'd be a reality.