Six months had passed since Angela had almost died. She was well-healed now, though suffered from back pain frequently. However, for the past two months, she had been acting completely different. She had stopped fawning all over Vincent. Although she would kiss him, she denied him anything more. She felt guilty every time because he looked so hurt while silently respecting her rejection.

Angela sat in the living room, playing Life Is Strange: Double Exposure on the PS5 that she had begged the Sinclair twins for her birthday, which had been back in the summer. They were well into fall, almost winter now. Vincent was working in the shop alone since his angel had stopped visiting him there. She had told him that standing and waxing caused her back too much pain, but he wasn't entirely convinced there wasn't more to it. He had attempted to argue with her once, and she got so angry she didn't speak to him for three days, and left him to sleep in bed alone for the same amount of nights.

"Angie, what's been going on with you?" Dakota asked softly as she sat on the couch beside her best friend. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Angela replied in a pointed tone.

"Fine," Dakota quipped, annoyance in her tone, "but Bo and Vince are getting sick of your shit. If you weren't still helping me in the kitchen, I would be too. You've been acting like a raging bitch, and that's so unlike you!"

"Excuse me, Miss Perfection! I forgot that you never do anything wrong. Bo must be so fucking happy to have perfect sex with his perfect doll!"

"There is no fucking call for that bullshit, Angie! I'm just trying to help! Sorry I didn't realize that none of us are important to you anymore!" Dakota stormed back to the kitchen with an aggravated growl. Angela turned off the game and stormed out the front door, slamming it behind her. Bo came downstairs, hair still damp from his shower, glancing between Dakota and the front door.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

"Who the fuck even knows!?" Dakota snapped in frustration. "Like she's opening up to me about anything!" Bo softened and wrapped his arms around his lover, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She sighed softly and melted into his embrace. After a few minutes, he stole another kiss before slipping away to go find Angela. It didn't take long, and he found her sitting outside of the pet store, gazing at the wax puppies in the window.

"I want a real puppy," she announced as he approached her.

"You have Cheshire," he reminded her.

"Yes, but I want a puppy too. You can have both, Bo, and I want both." Bo sighed as he sat down beside Angela.

"Okay, little sister. We can talk about getting you a puppy if you can help me figure out what's been happening lately. It's just that we're all concerned because we care about you. Lester said when he took you for your regular roadkill roundup, you threw up and said the smell was getting to you. A few weeks ago, Vincent found you passed out in the shower. Angie? Are… Are you getting sick again?" Angela's cancer hung above all their heads, threatening the idyllic life they had crafted over the past half a year.

Angela glanced at Bo before looking back to the store window. She seemed to be processing everything he had said. She could have even been mulling over how to respond. She looked at him again, opening her mouth and inhaling sharply. She promptly shut her mouth, clenching her jaw and making a thin line with her mouth as tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

"Shit, Angie, I didn't mean to upset you, I swear," Bo tried to comfort her, gently brushing her tears away. They were replaced too quickly with more as she shook her head with a ragged breath. He slipped his arms around her waist and tugged her into his lap, holding her close and rubbing his hand along her back in soothing circles. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing softly.

"It's not you, Bo," she whimpered.

"Well, is it Vincent, then? Did he do something? Because he thinks he did."

"No, he didn't do anything wrong." She looked miserable, and it made his heart hurt. He wanted to help her and his brother get back on the right track. She soon became more emotional, breaking open like a dam under too much pressure.

"Maybe, I am getting sicker," she sobbed. "I haven't gotten my period in two months. I have random vomiting and dizzy spells." Bo suddenly had a thought and stood up with her in his arms, making her shriek and cling to him.

"Bo, what are you doing!?" she demanded. He didn't answer her as he carried her to the pharmacy and grabbed a pregnancy test off of the shelf before carrying her over to the garage and back to the bathroom. He set her on the floor and opened the box, taking one of the test sticks out and handing it to Angela.

"Humor me," he said. She stared at him for a few moments.

"Are you going to watch me pee on the stick, Bo?"

"Are you flirting with me? I don't think Vince would like that very much." He chuckled as he received a swat to the chest before being shoved out of the bathroom, the door closing and locking behind him. He would never cross that line. Angela was his brother's true love, even if he wasn't ridiculously obsessed with his goddess. She came out a few minutes later, looking shaken up, and he could see the word 'Pregnant' displayed on the screen, clear as day.

"Well, fuck me, I'm going to be an uncle!" Bo cried out excitedly, making Angela giggle. "Angie, you gotta go tell Vince! He's going to be so fucking happy!"

She smiled brightly and nodded before running over to the museum. She walked through and down the stairs to the workshop, keeping a tight grip on the railing with one hand while keeping the pregnancy test hidden in her other hand. When she finally reached the workshop, she could see Vincent was working on the young woman they had killed only two weeks ago. The way he looked at her before turning back to his work made her chest ache, but she knew it was her own fault.

"Vincent?" she asked softly, all of her confidence suddenly gone as she realized that she had been hurting him worse than she thought. "I know you don't owe me anything, but would you please take a break for me?" Of course, he would do anything for her, and he nodded as he set his tools aside and walked over to her. Angela burst into tears anew, wrapping her arms around Vincent's waist and burying her face against his chest. Her Vincent, who always smelled like earth and wax. Her Vincent, who always took care of her and practically worshipped the ground she walked on. And she'd been mistreating him all because of some stupid hormones! Vincent wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair.

"My angel," he murmured softly. He had been waiting for her to come to him, trying to brace himself, expecting her to tell him she wanted to leave. He already knew he wouldn't be able to force her to stay or harm her in any way. Even the idea of coating her in wax made him sick. He loved her more than anything else and seeing her tears was the worst feeling in the world for him.

"I'm so sorry, Vince," she sobbed into his chest, taking him by surprise. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch. I'm so sorry that I hurt you. Please tell me you'll forgive me, Vince. I love you so much and I can't lose you." She looked up at him pleadingly.

"Of course, I forgive you, my angel," he reassured her, smiling as he kissed her. "I love you. You're my everything. I don't ever want to lose you either. But I don't understand, if I didn't do anything wrong, why have you been so upset with me?"

"I haven't been upset with you. I've just been upset in general. And now that I realize what was causing my unstable mood, I had to come explain myself. I'm pregnant, Vince. You're going to be a daddy." As she spoke, she showed him the positive pregnancy test. He stared in shock for a few moments before lifting him in her arms and kissing her passionately. She purred softly as she kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.