"He's late."

"By two whole minutes. Sam, honey, you need to calm down."

"I am calm." He huffed and sat back in his chair with his arms crossed petulantly.

"Uncross your arms and stop acting like a baby."

Sam stared at the black telephone in front of him incredulously and sputtered out, "how-how did you…?"

"Baby, I know you and I know you're freaking out about this meeting and you don't want to admit it so you are working yourself up. It will be fine."

Sam sighed heavily and uncrossed his arms so he could run his hand roughly over his face. It had been a little over a week since he had contacted Stevie and they were just now meeting face to face. Over the past few days he had mentally backed out of their reunion more times then he could count. He knew that Stevie and Mercedes had eased into some easy, stress-free relationship and had even met up at the park a few more times but he didn't think that he would be able to fall into that type of relationship with his brother. He could admit that talking on the phone with Stevie for the few minutes that he did was nice but he didn't know how he would handle seeing him face to face after all these years. So much had happened and had been said that Sam simply didn't know if he could move past it.

"Sam….Sam….SAM!"

"What?" Sam shouted as his wife's voice scared him out of his daydream.

"Are you okay?"

"What…no…yeah…yes. Yes! I'm fine." Sam answered as he grimaced internally at how uncertain he sounded.

"Do you want me to come to the office? Maybe I can run interference—"

"No, we'll be fine. I just want to get this over with once and for all."

"Once and for all? You don't sound too positive about this reunion."

"I said I would try Mercedes," Sam sighed, "but I'm not promising anything beyond that."

"Okay…." Mercedes answered with a sigh of her own, "I just want things to be okay between you and Stevie."

"Things between me and my brother are going to be what they're going to be."

"Fair enough."

The two sat in silence for a moment longer lost in their own thoughts but soon they were interrupted by an incoming beep alerting Sam that someone was trying to reach him on another line.

"Hang on a second baby, I gotta get this." Sam told Mercedes before clicking over to the other line.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Evans, your brother is here to see you."

"Thank you Joe. Give me a second to say goodbye to Mercedes and then send him in."

"Will do, sir."

Sam felt his hands start to sweat as he pressed the button to connect back with Mercedes.

"He's here." Sam said in a tight voice.

"Okay…that's good, this is a good thing, remember that Sam. Everything will be fine."

"I know it will," Sam answered, more to himself than to Mercedes.

"I'm so proud of you. I know you don't see this now but I have no doubt that before it's all said and done it will be like a weight lifted off your shoulders."

"I hope so."

"I'm going to hang up now but I want you to call me the second the two of you are done, okay?"

"Okay?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, Mercy. Give Lily a kiss for me."

"I always do."

Sam smiled at Mercedes jaunty response and disconnected their call. He took one last deep breath just as heard three sharp knocks on his door.

"Come in." He called out as he steeled himself for the coming confrontation with his brother.

The man that walked through the door wasn't much unlike the man Sam knew all those years ago and yet he still seemed completely different.

The three years had matured Stevie in ways that surprised Sam greatly. His closely shaven head changed his appearance drastically from the way Sam remembered him and the starched button down and crisp blue jeans were something the 'old' Stevie wouldn't be caught dead in.

The air in the room seemed to almost vibrate and become heavy with tension as the two men stared at each other. Years of unspoken thoughts, heated words, shared pain, and unconscious hatred enveloped them like a bubble and permeated all around them.

"Hi, Sam." Stevie finally croaked out almost apologetically breaking the heavy tension in the room.

"Hi." Sam answered curtly before waving his hands to the two chairs he sat out in the middle of his office facing each other. "Why don't you have a seat?"

Stevie looked slightly taken aback by Sam's gruff tone but he didn't say anything and made his way to his seat quietly. Sam down across from him and instantly regretted the set-up. He had been adamant about sitting behind his desk and letting Stevie take one of the empty seats across from him but Mercedes quickly vetoed that idea saying it would be rude and stand-offish. He wanted to tell her that was kind of the point but he knew she wouldn't take it well.

"So…how have you been?" Stevie asked, once again taking it upon himself to break the silence.

"I've been good. And you?"

"Good…tired, Sean can be a handful sometimes."

Sam softened momentarily at the thought of his nephew. If he could think of one positive from this whole thing with his brother it would be starting a relationship with Sean. Lily absolutely adored him and after each and every one of their play dates she came home gushing about her cousin. Mercedes would take a new picture of him every time they would meet at the park to show Sam and once he even got to talk briefly. The kid was as smart as a whip and impossible not to like so if nothing else Sam couldn't wait until he got a chance to meet him formally—if he got the chance.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Lily is getting to the point where she is practically scaling the walls because she has so much energy."

"She's beautiful," Stevie responded, "it's crazy how much she resembles Mom."

"Yeah, I know." Sam answered quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck, "it hurts so much sometimes how much she reminds me of Mom."

The two men got quiet again lost in their own thoughts. Bringing up their mother was like pushing a big red panic button. The brothers had always had some type of issue growing up but the thing that fractured them the most was their respective relationships with their mother.

"So how do you want to do this?" Sam finally asked in a voice snappier than he intended, "I told Mercedes I would try and—"

Stevie bristled at Sam's tone and responded in an irritated tone of his own, "If you don't want to do this then don't do it. I'll tell Mercedes you gave it the old college try but it wasn't meant to be."

"I don't need you to lie to my wife for me."

"And I don't need you to bullshit your way through this meeting just so you can get your wife off your back!" Stevie yelled as he sat back in his seat with a huff. "If you don't want to do it then don't do it, period. I'll go my way and you'll go yours, we haven't had a relationship in three years—"

"And whose fault is that? Don't come in here and try and make me out to be the bad guy. Don't forget why we're in this situation right now."

"Oh believe me I won't forget and I know you'll make damn sure I never get the chance to."

"Why should I?" Sam growled, "Do you have any idea what you caused? Do you even care? I could have lost my family and it was nothing but a fucking joke to you. You laughed in my fucking face and had the nerve to tell me I deserved it. Now you want to sit here and get an attitude with me because I'm not falling all over myself to reconnect with you? Fuck you Stevie!"

Sam sat back violently and tried to control his harsh breathing. He didn't mean to blow up like that but he had been holding on to all of that anger towards Stevie since the day he found out Mercedes had left him. He had long forgiven her but the pent up anger from all those years ago was still there and now it was all directed at Stevie.

"Obviously a simple sorry isn't going to cut it." Stevie started carefully.

"Obviously." Sam snapped back.

"Look, I'm trying! Do you know how hard it is for me to be here right now?"

"What the fuck makes you think I care about how hard it is for you?"

Stevie blew out a loud breath and dropped his head, "I told Mercedes this wasn't going to work."

"Excuse me?" Sam asked in a low voice as he felt his blood start to boil, "what the fuck did you just say about my wife?"

"I said," Stevie responded loudly, "that I told her this wasn't going to work. She has more faith in your ability to forgive than I do. I guess even after all this time I still know you better than she does."

Sam stood up and kicked his chair back slightly before walking towards his desk. He leaned heavily against and looked up to meet his brother's accusatory gaze.

"I know you hate me Sam—"

"I don't hate you." Sam interrupted wearily even though he wasn't exactly sure he believed that himself.

"Yes you do, I won't say you always have because I don't feel that way anymore but after the stuff with Quinn and Mercedes let's be honest…you hate me."

"Fine." Sam admitted after a long pause, "Maybe I do…"

A heavy silence fell over the room and the two men sat quietly in the tension filled room.

"This was a bad idea," Stevie said quietly, mostly to himself. "This was such a bad idea."

Sam brought his hands up and started rubbing his fingertips against his temples. He wanted to reassure his brother that it was not a bad idea but he couldn't form the words. So, he did the next best thing, he told the truth.

"I'm doing this for Mercedes, she wants this and I want her to be happy. I'd do anything in the world for her."

"Even suffer through a meeting with your biggest enemy."

"You're not my enemy Stevie. I'll admit I don't know if I'll ever truly trust you again, but you're not my enemy…you're family, regardless to whether I want you to be or not."

"Um, thanks…I guess."

"Look, let's just call it what it is. I'm not trying to be hateful but…fuck Stevie, you could have ruined everything!"

"I know that Sam."

"Do you really? Do you honestly get it? If I didn't have my family right now I don't know what kind of man I would be."

"I get it. I didn't get it back then but I get it now, I feel the same way about my son."

"Good, then you understand why I'm not ready to hold hands and start singing Kumbaya."

"Then what in the hell are you ready to do? I came here to apologize and make things right but if you're going to be a stubborn ass about this then nothing is going to get accomplished."

"A stubborn ass? You have a lot of fucking nerve coming into MY office after everything you've done and calling me names."

"If the shoe fits…"

"Fuck you, Stevie."

Sam's yelled response seemed to reverberate around the room as both men glared at each other. As far as Sam was concerned this meeting was over. He had nothing more to say to Stevie and he didn't give a damn what his brother had to say to him. It was over.

Sam turned his back and he heard Stevie rise from the chair.

"Could you at least do me one favor?"

"What, Stevie?" Sam asked without turning around.

"Could you talk with Mercedes and work out some kind of schedule so that the kids can see each other? Clearly our relationship can't be fixed but it shouldn't affect the kids…at least not now anyway."

"I'll talk to her."

"Thanks. I…goodbye Sam."

"Goodbye Stevie."

"So exactly how long are you going to be mad?"

"I'm not mad," Mercedes snapped her sharp tone contradicting her words.

"It's been almost two weeks and I swear you've only said a handful of words to me. Obviously you're mad."

"I'm not—"

"Don't lie."

"Fine, I'm upset but I'll get over it."

"When?"

"When I feel like it!"

Mercedes snapped her mouth close and looked guiltily down at the two children furiously coloring in their coloring books. They both looked up at her in shock at her loud tone before sharing a glance with each other. For two tiny people their expressions spoke volumes but neither said a word as they went back to their coloring books.

Sam grabbed Mercedes' hand and pulled her outside of their daughter's play room. He shut the door until all that was left was a tiny bit of light shining through the crack and then he turned his attention back to his disgruntled wife.

"Alright, let me have it."

"Have what?"

"Mercedes…I know you're still pissed that I couldn't work things out with Stevie."

She glared at him warily but she didn't say a word.

"Baby I told you I was sorry a million times and I did try—"

"Really? Did you really try?"

"Ye…yes. I really tried."

"Liar." She snapped, "That's why I'm pissed at you because you're lying right to my face! You forget Sam that I know you and I know when you're being dishonest. If you and Stevie couldn't work through your issues, fine, but don't feed me some bull about how hard you tried when it obvious that you didn't."

"What did he tell you?" Sam asked in a low voice and he felt his blood start to boil, "did he tell you that I didn't try?"

"Stevie hasn't told me anything! I saw him briefly one time and that's when he dropped Sean off last week for the play date. The rest of the time he's sent the nanny to pick up and drop off Sean. Besides all of that he didn't have to tell me anything. You've been acting weird ever since your meeting with him and it's nothing but guilt causing it."

"I don't feel guilty." Sam barked out angrily, "I don't have to feel guilty for not wanting a relationship with the bastard that almost ruined my life—brother, or not."

"Fine, then why didn't you just say that instead of lying?"

"Because you forget I know you too. You can say you would be fine with me and Stevie not working it out all you want but I know better. Your intentions were good and I respect that but you were pushing for something that was better left alone. I met with Stevie to make YOU happy, not because I really wanted to do it."

Mercedes rolled her eyes but she didn't say anything and Sam knew that he hit a nerve.

"Look, I tried, okay? But some things are just better left alone."

"Fine. Whatever." Mercedes snapped before turning sharply and heading back towards the play room. Sam grabbed her arm gently and tugged her back until she was pressed against his chest.

"I don't like it when you're mad at me," he whispered into her hair, "I don't want to fight with you anymore about Stevie."

Mercedes held her body rigid against Sam's but before long his soft, pleading voice had her relaxing against him.

"I don't want to be upset about this any more either." She said quietly as she turned in his arms, "it's just you don't have much family and I hate the idea of you losing someone else in your life."

"Mercy, you and our kids are all the family that I need." Sam answered honestly, "I don't feel like my life is missing something just because Stevie isn't in it. I know that sounds bad, but it's the truth."

Mercedes rested her forehead against his chest for a long minute before lifting his head and meeting his gaze. She searched his face for a long moment before finally nodding her head and saying, "Okay, fair enough. I'm sorry I pushed and acted like a bitch when things didn't go the way I thought they should. Can I blame it on the pregnancy hormones?"

Sam laughed before dropping a kiss on her lips, "You know you can only use that excuse for a few more weeks, right?"

"Exactly that's why I should get all of the mileage out of it that I can." She responded as she smiled up at him.

Sam bent his head to give her another kiss but his descent was interrupted when he felt a little hand tugging on his pant leg.

"What's up munchkin?"

"Daddy, can me and Sean have some juice and cookies? Please?"

Sam felt his heart clench as he looked down at his daughter's wide hazel eyes but the snort that came from Mercedes signaled that she wasn't as caught up in Lily's plea as he was.

"Um, no ma'am you may not." Mercedes responded before he could say anything. "Lunch is in less than half an hour and if you two eat cookies now then you'll ruin your appetite."

"Can we have cookies after lunch?"

"Yes, but only if you eat your veggies, ok?"

"Ok, Mommy."

Lily shot one last pleading glance at Sam but he just shook his head slightly while trying to hide his grin. Lily had him wrapped around her little finger and she knew it so it was always funny to see the frustration on her little face when she realized her plans were thwarted by Mercedes.

A slight nudging against Sam's palm had him turning his attention to his hand which was placed on Mercedes burgeoning belly.

"Woah! I felt a kick!"

"Sam, this is like the millionth time you've felt him moved." Mercedes answered with a laugh as she rubbed her hand over his. "He moves all the time."

"I know," he replied somewhat sheepishly, "but it amazes me every time."

"Awwww," Mercedes cooed softly as she smiled gently up at him. "You can be really sweet sometimes, you know that?"

"Well, I try." He answered smugly before giving out a yelp when Mercedes punched him lightly on the chest. He tugged her into her arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I miss being like this with you. No more fighting okay?"

"Okay," Mercedes mumbled against his chest.

They two stayed like that gently rocking before Mercedes jerked back suddenly and let out a small groan.

"What is it?" Sam asked frantically as he felt his hands get instantly clammy. "Is it the baby? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"Sam, calm down there is nothing wrong. The baby turned or something and he's pressing on my bladder and I need to go to the bathroom NOW."

"Oh!" Sam said as Mercedes slid out of his grasp.

"Do me a favor and check on the kids," She said as she turned and started waddling down the hallway towards the bathroom.

"Yeah…ok," Sam said lamely to her retreating back before turning to enter the playroom. He reached and grabbed the doorknob but he paused to listen before opening the door when he heard Sean say his name.

"Uncle Sam doesn't like me."

"My daddy likes everybody."

"But he doesn't like me. I don't think he likes my dad either…I don't think he wants me here. Do you think he will make me stop coming?"

Sam's hand slipped off the doorknob as he Sean's sad voice bounced around in his head. Had he really be that distant from his nephew? The one good thing that came out of this whole mess with his brother was that little boy and he hated to think that Sean thought he disliked him. No matter what Stevie had done in the past it would never negate the fact that he raised a great little boy and even Sam could admit that. Sam never felt any animosity or displeasure at having Sean around but it was clear that the grudge he was holding against Stevie was more far reaching than he thought.

"Hey…"

Mercedes soft voice pulled Sam out of her reverie and he turned to find her staring up at him curiously.

"Are you okay? I just go back from the bathroom and found you staring at the door. Have you been out here this entire time?" She asked in confusion.

"Sean thinks I don't like him." Sam answered and he watched as a series of emotions flitted across her face before she looked away guiltily.

"Um…yeah, he mentioned something like that to me last week."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I wasn't too sure of what the answer would be!" Mercedes answered in a loud whisper.

"You think I don't like my nephew?" Sam asked in a hurt-tinged voice, "he's my family…how could you think that?"

"Because Stevie is your family. That's why."

"Oh God, are we really back on that?"

"Look, of course I don't think that consciously you dislike Sean but you are a bit…stand-offish."

"No, I'm not! I always talk to him when he—"

"You barely say two words to him," Mercedes interrupted, "three if you're feeling talkative. You're not mean to him, not by a long shot, but you aren't exactly welcoming either. Sean isn't stupid Sam, so between that and the fact that you and his father avoid each other like the plague it isn't exactly strange that he would draw the conclusion that you don't like him."

"What goes on between me and Stevie has nothing to do with Sean." Sam answered defensively.

"Do you really think so? He's just a small kid and already he's very aware of the tension between you and his father and it affects his relationship with you. What do you think is going to happen when he gets older? What's going to happen when he becomes very conscious of the fact that he's making a choice between you and his father?"

"I'm not asking him to make a choice."

"No, but he's doing it anyway. The two of you at odds is putting Sean and Lily in an awkward position. She's still oblivious to it, but he isn't. How are you going to feel if she wants to go over to Sean's and have a play date? Will you be okay with her spending time with your brother?"

"I…I don't know Mercedes."

"Well then you're making them make a choice. A point in time is going to come when they are both very aware of the fact that their fathers can't be around each other. That for some reason they hate each other and those kids are going to want to know why. Are either one of you going to be willing to tell them?"

"It's not important."

"It is important! Look, I said I was backing off the whole you and Stevie thing and I am but I still think it's important that you recognize the repercussions of your decision.

That in there," she continued as she pointed to the play room, "is happening on borrowed time. Both of those children love their fathers dearly and when push comes to shove they will choose them…not each other. They will forgo whatever relationship they develop because it will be too damn hard to continue knowing that their fathers are at odds."

"What do you want me to do Mercedes?" Sam asked warily.

"Whatever you want to do. We said no more fighting about Stevie, so no more fighting. I can't tell you what to do and I don't want to, not anymore. You've got a good heart Sam and whatever you choose to do I'll support you, okay?"

"Okay." Sam answered as he gathered Mercedes in his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She responded before giving him one last squeeze and stepping out of his embrace. "Let's go check on this kids, I'm sure they're starving by now."

"Yeah…give me one second. I'll meet you in there."

"Ok." Mercedes gave him one last long look before turning and walking into the play room. He bit back a smile when he heard his daughter's over dramatic, exclamation of "Mommy we're soooooooooooooooo hungry!"

He pulled the door of the play room shut and walked down the hallway until he got to the master bedroom. He went inside and pulled the cell phone out of his back pocket before sitting on the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath before going to the call log and scrolling back and back and back until he got to a number that he had dialed over two weeks ago. He stared at the contact name for a long time before finally tapping the number to make the call.

The phone rang three times before a slightly gruff and familiar voice came over the line.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Stevie."

"Sam, what is it? Is Sean okay?"

"Sean is fine, he's not the reason I called…well, not really."

"What does that mean, not really?"

"He said today that he didn't think I liked him—"

"I haven't said anything negative to him about you." Stevie interrupted.

"I didn't think that you did. Look, I'm not calling to accuse you of anything but I see that our strained relationship is affecting our kids already and I want to try and fix it, for their sake."

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that maybe we should try and talk again."

"I thought we said all we had to say the last time."

Sam ignored the spurt of annoyance that rose up in him at Stevie's words and he gritted his teeth and tried again. "Yeah, we—mostly me, got out a lot of pent of anger so maybe this time cooler heads can prevail and we can actually have a conversation. Hell, I think we can at least give it a shot."

There was a long beat of silence before Stevie finally said, "Yeah, I think we can."

"How does next Thursday at 4 sound?"

"Sounds like a plan."

The day of Sam and Stevie's second meeting was a bright and sunny day which was in direct contrast to the cold and gloomy day that occurred on their previous meeting. If Sam believed in that kind of stuff he would have considered it a good omen. He had kept this second meeting from Mercedes because even though he had a better outlook going in to this one he didn't want her to get her hopes up again only to be disappointed if it didn't work out. She was currently at the house with both kids but she was under the impression that both Sam and Stevie were working.

As the clock on his wall creeped closer to 4 o' clock the gravity of this meeting with his brother started to settle in and he realized what he was possibly risking if things with south again. He loved his nephew and he wanted a relationship with him but he knew that Mercedes was right and if he couldn't work things out with Stevie then that relationship would disintegrate over time.

"Mr. Evans, your brother is here to see you." Joe's deep voice over the intercom brought Sam out of his thoughts and he got up from his desk and walked across his office to open his door. The two men on the other side stared at him in surprise but all he did was give them a wide smile before saying, "Come on in Stevie."

Stevie shared a look with Joe but didn't say a word before heading into Sam's office.

Sam looked back at his assistant and said, "Thanks Joe, I don't need anything else here so you're free to go home."

After dismissing his assistant Sam closed the door of his office and found Stevie standing uncomfortably in front of his desk.

"Have a seat," Sam said as he motioned to the couch in the corner.

Stevie gave him a look but he got settled on one end and Sam sat on the other.

Several seconds ticked by before Sam took a deep breath and said, "I'm don't want his anymore."

"Want what?"

"The bitterness, the anger, the hatred…I don't want it anymore. I thought I did, I was more than content to hate you for something that you did to me years ago. I relished the idea of making you suffer for almost ruining my life. When all this went down I SWORE on our parent's graves that I would never, ever forgive you and I meant every last word of it. If I was the man that I used to be I wouldn't spit on you if you were on fire."

"This is great talk." Stevie interrupted dryly.

"Let me finish." Sam said with a small laugh, "if I were the man I used to be I wouldn't have been capable of forgiving you. The person I used to be couldn't love someone like Mercedes, didn't deserve someone like her, so I know I'm not that same person. I HATED you for what you did, but I don't hate you anymore. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forget but…I forgive you Stevie."

Once the words left Sam's mouth he felt as if a 1000 pound weight was lifted off his shoulders. He had been weighed down by those negative feelings towards Stevie for so long that he didn't even realize the unnecessary burden he was carrying around.

As he looked over at his younger brother he steeled himself in preparation of having all of those words thrown right back in his face. Just because he was a changed man didn't mean Stevie was.

After what seemed like an eternity Stevie finally broke the silence with a simple, "Thank you."

The two brothers looked at each other for a long moment before wide almost identical grins broke out in their faces.

"Thank you," Stevie repeated, "That means more to me then you'll ever know. I can't change the past but please know that I genuinely regret it. We haven't always seen eye to eye and probably never will but besides my son you're all the family I've got. I don't want to lose you."

"Me either." Sam answered truthfully.

The two men sat in a companionable silence before Stevie started chuckling beside him.

"What?" Sam asked as he watched his brother's low chuckles turn into a full-blown laugh.

"I was just thinking about which one of us is going to have to tell Mercedes she was right along."

"Why don't we both go do it?"

About a half an hour later the two men were standing in Sam's living room looking in disbelief at the array of toys scattered everywhere.

"What in the hell?" Sam asked out loud as he barely missed stepping on a Doc McStuffin doll.

"I didn't realize we had such violent tornadoes in NYC." Stevie joked but Sam wasn't laughing.

"Something isn't right, Mercedes never lets the kids play with their toys in the living room."

Sam tried to tamp down the panic rising as he took the stairs two at a time to the second floor with Stevie right on his heels.

He made his way to Lily's bedroom and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found the kids asleep on either ends of the bed with a pile of toys in between them.

He turned and brushed past Stevie before headed towards the master bedroom. He reached to grab the doorknob but he was brought up short when the door swung open and revealed an ashen faced Mercedes.

"Baby, are you okay?" Sam asked worriedly as he took in Mercedes' appearance. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she had a faint sheen of sweat covering her face. Her voluptuous lips were pulled in so tight that they almost formed a straight line and her face had an overall grey tone to it.

"I'm…oh, hey Stevie." She said faintly as her brother-in-law came in to view.

He smiled timidly at her before repeating Sam and asking if she was okay.

It was clear she was in pain but at the moment Mercedes was more worried about finding out why Sam and Stevie were in the same place at the same time without tearing each other's head's off.

"What's going on?"

"We had a talk. We worked everything out. You were right. The end." Sam answered roughly as he tried to keep from freaking out and scaring her. "Pardon my French Mercy but what the fuck is going on?"

"I'm….I….ahhhhhh…." Mercedes suddenly clenched her stomach tightly and bent over in pain. A cord hung from her hand and that's when Sam realized that she was holding a stop watch.

He reached over and gathered his wife in his arms and he held her as she panted. After what seemed like forever she straightened back up again slowly and pushed a button on the stop watch. She read the numbers on the small screen before closing her eyes tightly.

"Shit, I'm in labor."

A/N: It has been a looooooong time since I've updated and I apologize profusely for that. I have been working on another writing project since this past summer and it was taking up all my time and creative energy. I am finally done with that (hopefully more on that soon) so I was able to focus my energy on this story again and I didn't realize just how much I missed it. Thank you to all of those who sent me messages asking about the story because it was a definite kick in the ass when I needed it. This story is coming to an end soon but I still have a few ideas for outtakes that I may right. Thank you for all the support and I promise that the next chapter will be posted soon!