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It's getting close to baby time! Will it be a Michelle Lucile or a Ralph Michael?

Oh, and I've got a poll up! You get to decide the gender of Gabriel's baby!

Sit back and find out!

Love always,

Avoline

Gabe watched the TV, his arm around Hanna, her bulging stomach resting against him. The names were picked, but he wasn't sure he could wait the last few weeks. It was driving him crazy wondering if he was going to have a daughter or a son, even crazier wondering if it would look like him or Hanna. He knew that most humans went through this on a daily basis, but he had never had to wait for anything.

She cringe beside him, and he gently rubbed her arm.

"You okay, babe," he inquired softly. She nodded.

"Just another contraction," she answered. "Nothing to worry about." His eyebrows came together as he glanced at the clock.

"That's your third one in fifteen minutes," he commented. "You sure it's nothing to worry about?" She shrugged.

"Could always consult Sam," she muttered. "He's the brains around here. If you feel like waking him up." He gently rose and made sure she was comfortable. "You're really gonna wake him up? They just got back from a hunt."

"I know, love, but I can't help but be concerned," he replied. "I just want to be sure the baby is okay." He kissed her forehead before darting down the hall and knocking on Sam's door.

"What the fuck," the taller man grumbled before opening the door. "Gabe, we just got back. There can't be another hunt already."

"No, it's Hanna," the angel explained. "She's had three contractions in fifteen minutes. Isn't that an indicator of labor?" He saw Sam's eyebrows come together.

"Yeah, actually," the hunter stated. "Let me get a shirt on and grab my laptop. I'll be in there in a minute and we can make sure it's active labor." Gabe nodded and jogged back to Hanna, only to see that she was curled around herself.

"Hey, Sam'll be here soon," he soothed, crouching beside her and combing through her hair. "He'll know what to do. Are they getting worse, sugar?" She nodded, and he moved his hand to her back, gently easing her pain. "Just stay calm, Hanna. Everything's gonna be fine." Her brown eyes met his, and he could see the worry in them.

"Are you sure," she questioned, and he smiled at her, hiding the truth with ease.

Honestly, he wasn't sure. Cas had said there was only one Nephilim before this, and he wasn't sure if her mother lived or died. He wished he knew, cause he hated lying to Hanna. But he wanted her to stay calm and optimistic, so lie he would. He was sure she knew he was lying, and he knew she would be angry later. His focus, though, was on her health and the baby's health.

"Okay, let's have a look," Sam sighed as he strode in. He gently lifted her dress and removed her underwear, and Gabriel had to fight back his protective instinct. He knew this was part of being with a pregnant woman, and Sam had the gentlest hands out of everyone in the bunker. If she was dilated far enough, he would get to meet his child, something he was more than ready for. He was sure it would look just like her, but with almost all of his powers. He wasn't sure if it would have wings or not, but he somewhat hoped it would.

"Sealed up tight," Sam announced. "Possibly just really strong Braxton-Hicks. Try drinking a whole glass of water and see if that helps them to ease up some." Hanna nodded and lowered her legs. "If they don't let up, we'll have to call Cas."

"Gotcha," Gabe responded as the taller man left the room. He conjured a glass of cool water and handed it to her. "Here. Maybe he's right and I'm just getting worked up over nothing." Hanna smiled at the Trickster.

"I think everyone goes through those first child jitters," she countered. "I know Mom did with me." He gently kissed the top of her head. "It seems, though, that you are far more nervous than me." He chuckled at her.

"A little bit," he admitted. "I worry that I might loose you, or our child, or both. And I don't know if I can handle any of the options." She reached for his hand and gently squeezed it. "I can honestly say I've never been this scared before, but now I am, and I don't know how to handle it. But we'll both figure it out. Together."

"Like we always have," she sighed, her voice laced with fatigue. "Everything will be fine, Gabe. Just calm down and have a little faith." His fingers ran up and down her arm.

"Faith is all I have left," he confessed. "Faith that you and the baby will be okay. Faith that I'll be a halfway decent father. Faith that Metatron will come to his senses and stop this power trip. Faith that Dad will show up at some point and not leave again. But I can't help but worry as well. And considering how shitty the world has become, it's become second nature for most."

"Don't let the same happen to you."