Not Quite The End...

The devil doesn't smile, it grins.
-Reem Aquil

"Be careful." Xavier growls at me, watching me with a slight glare as I continue to fix up the top of the tree. "The baby-"

"Zay I'm only nine weeks along, you don't need to be so overprotective." Huffing, I realize a second too late that I probably shouldn't have told him that as his eyes darken and he flashes his sharp teeth.

"Get down."

"What?" I pause, startled by how that sounded. "Xavier-"

I'm picked up without him even asking, meaning he's more than serious.

All devils are selfish, everyone had said.

But Xavier gave up his thoughts: "Then it will be my weapon. Make all things mine. Make my life and dream and hope mine. Protect them. Save them. Bring them into safety. Walk one the edge of a knife for them. Keep away the other predators. My dreams. My hope. My wife. My family. My land. My world. How dare they try to take these things, because they are mine and I have a duty."

And right now, it appears that right now we are Xavier's duty and he seems to be taking it more than seriously.

"You're mine. That baby is mine, and I'm not about to let a single fucking thing happen to what's mine." My husband says, not even willing to carry me any other way then bridal with a arm around my waist and a hand on my belly.

My I'm-Not-Even-Showing belly.

Ever since we found out I'm pregnant he's been overprotective, as I'm still going to work as a lawyer. He flat out refused to let me go to the prison, and as my assistant and the Devil, he's in the perfect position to make this request.

Problem was, that's where he saw his father.

They ignored each other, but I wouldn't be surprised if Mike didn't recognize the man Xavier has become.

"You need to calm down." I whisper, looping my arms around his neck so I can run one hand through his classically black hair. "I'm only in the first trimester, the baby isn't even showing yet. Nobody can even tell I'm pregnant. The doctor said there's not much chance of a miscarriage and I'm being more than careful...though he did say it will be difficult since I'm quote on quote 'tiny'. Plus it's not like I'm doing flips, it's only a Christmas tree."

My wolf boy snorts, clearly leading me into the bedroom. I groan, squirming in his arms. "I'm not going on bed rest until I'm quivering at the knees with-"

I was going to say quivering at the knees with labor pain but Xavier- -who has left us both sleeping in a pleasure filled bliss and me sore in the morning after every night since we found out we're having a baby, which goes to show just how happy he is about this whole things- -has other plans.

"I'll have you quivering with something alright. Don't fucking worry about that." I squeak at this, burying my face into his shoulder.

We're married.

This shouldn't be affecting me as much as it is.

I'm pregnant for gods sake.

Sex with him, anything with him really shouldn't affect me much anymore. I've been through almost everything with this man and he still makes me blush.

His hell fire wraps around me and since I've gotten colder when I'm pregnant, because I'm sharing blood flow or some shit that I was too busy watching the ultrasound screen to pay attention to though Xavier was soaking it all up.

A real baby-daddy.

He's going to be a great father, and the stay home parent.

An action I'm grateful for.

He sets me down on the bed, laying my legs down before gently putting my hips on the bed.

I can only imagine how hard it will be to even get out of bed in the morning with a belly that's bigger than I am. Shit, I might just have to go on bed rest.

"See, I don't care how many weeks along you are. You're still pregnant. With our child. A single hit on your tiny stomach," My husband's giant hand wraps around my waist, causing me to shiver. "Could harm both of you -the two people I care most about in this world."

He leans forward, his lips just brushing mine, not really touching me.

"Don't do anything that would take one of you away from me."

The way he says this...it kills me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'd never hurt myself of our baby. Never in my life. I won't let anything happen to her-"

"Or him." Xavier reminds me, warm breath against my mouth sending my heart into overdrive.

"-or him. I'll do whatever you need to stop you from feeling overwhelmed by, by this nearly insane need to protect me against every single thing. But you have to meet me half way, let me do the things I can do until I actually am showing and can use my belly as a table." I giggle at the thought, barely aware my Wolf boy has climbed over me in bed. "Your Mom and Dad will be here in a hour. We still haven't baked anything and I need to finish decorating the tree. Cal and Jessie will be here right after them, and we have to accommodate the twins. Oh god! The twins are only a year old and poor Jessamine is already pregnant again."

Tears build my eyes and soon I find myself crying -already having mood swings.

Bah.

Pregnant people.

"It's hard enough being pregnant without any other children and she has twins and is pregnant. They have a cat too," I wail, crushing the Devil into my chest, causing him to sink into me without having to ask.

"Princess, I know you're upset but you're going to suffocate me in your boobs." My Wolf boy says, voice muffled by said boobs.

"B-but that'd be your favorite way to go." I whisper, clutching him tighter. "Wait -cookies! The tree! Husband helpppp."

After calming down significantly, I was able to get up and finish doing the tree without crying -but Xavier constantly has one foot on the bottom step and his hands on the top of the ladder so that I'm physically unable to fall even if I managed to slip.

Though once I squeaked by accidentally getting my sleeve caught on the tree he picked me up and growled at me every time I tried to move off the couch while he finished decorating, which only took him five minutes since he didn't need the ladder.

And due to my hormones, I nearly jumped Xavier since every time he reached up his V-line and the bottom of his abs would show.

Not like he'd be opposed.

"Um...Mom?" Xavier says, clearly trying to control his smirk and voice as to not give the news away. We haven't told anyone that I'm pregnant yet. "I think we have something to tell you."

The Devil looks at me for conformation, but not wanting to be the one that Macy or Jessamine explodes on, I merely shrug. "It's up to you." I get a slight glare for putting him on the spot, but by grabbing his arm and placing his massive hand on my stomach I make him smile- -genuinely smile- -without me having to even try.

My husband nods at me, looking back to the happily pregnant-in-the-second-semester Jessie and Cal, the twins sleeping in a portable crib in the spare room that me and Xavier are going to turn into the nursery, and his parents. The baby inside me connects us all.

After this, Ollie is going to be told over the phone while I tell Cameron and my grandparents. We debated if I should tell my mom, since I do know she got out of drugs and is just drinking now. Being fiercely protective Xavier flat out said that's not going to happen, and he usually doesn't ask for much. I gave him this.

Blue eyes burrow into me, hell fire consumes me. The Devil holds me, his teeth flashing in a smirk.

And I have never been safer in my life.

Our baby makes us more than blood and bones, more than any biological connection, I thought our souls were connected before but never like this.

He's made me a home, and now we have a child to fill it.

Not even seven years ago, when I was still a teenager, I didn't even know what love meant. I was depressed, I hated myself, my dad died, I felt alone, I was suicidal and self-harmed. Now I can't imagine not being loved. I have a amazing job fighting for true justice, I have my own law firm, I have a amazing home, a good family, the best husband I could ask for and a baby on the way.

Life changed without me even realizing it, I didn't even notice when I didn't want to die anymore.

The hardest thing was admitting it to myself, after years of being in pain, that I suddenly wasn't anymore. I couldn't process it anymore, especially since it came with the love of my life.

Cheesy people.

Bah.

"Emma's pregnant." My wolf boy's voice cuts through the air, all the noise comes to a sudden stop before the loudest squeal I have ever heard come out of humans sounds from my best friend. 

"Hearing loss Jessie!" I scold Jessamine the same time Calum claps his hand over his wife's mouth.

Wincing due to how sensitive he is to sound, Xavier growls at her and crosses his arm completely across my stomach, hand clenched around the arm of my chair. This prevents anyone, even his mother, from rushing me in a hug.

Macy does, however, reach from her side of the table and grabs my hand. "Oh Honey, I'm so happy for you. How far along are you?" Then, off to the side and pretending like my husband can't hear her. "I told you you'd have kids together!"

"Mom!" Xavier scolds her.

We ignore him.

"I'm only nine weeks along, so don't plan any baby related things yet. Zay insists it's going to be a boy, and he already is thinking of a name." I say, smiling happily.

I guess I know what glowing feels like now.

Another good thing about being pregnant is that Xavier isn't asking for the tiniest things anymore, feeling so protective that he won't risk anything. Yet he still tilts his head when he looks at me, I give permission and get a kiss in return and my lip bitten as he pulls away.

"Well son," Jack says, and I know him calling Xavier that means a lot to my Wolf boy. Even he looks more than thrilled about us having kids. "What's the name?"

"Alexandria Maesie for a girl, which Em thinks he'll be and Alexander Calum for a boy. Which I know he's going to be." My husband says this part quite smugly, and I'm reminded of a cocky teenage boy who just took four body shots off me on a pool table. I'd never imagine that life would turn into this one.

And I'm only 25, I have so many more lifetimes ahead of me.

This is all so insane.

"Alexandria...that's your mother's name." Cal says, dark green eyes examining his best friends reaction and of course the Angel says this as gently as possible. "Where'd you get Maesie from?"

"From my favorite book as a kid." I supply, blinking away tears as I remember my father's voice reading it to me while I tried to sleep. "My dad used to read it to me every night. It's a fairy's name. I figured if it was good enough for me, it's good enough for our little devil spawn as well."

The Devil himself groans at this, burhing his face into my hair. "Please don't call him that."

"But that's exactly what your kid is Xavier," Jessie giggles, her hand coming up to rub her pregnant stomach. "A little devil."

"Once he's born you won't need that craziness anymore, right Princess?" I get asked this without Xavier even trying to whisper, making Jessie scoff loudly.

"You love me and you know it." She retorts, crossing her arms.

Now it's Xavier's turn to scoff,  smirking at her without a hint of remorse for his words. "If I loved you, you'd think you'd know it. Now I don't remember ever telling you so," He flashes his sharpest teeth. "But if you, please, tell me."

"Shut up Zay," I say, knowing that Jessamine wouldn't have a good reply and probably resort to violence. "You know you love her.

My wolf boy huffs, but says nothing more.

Macy gets my attention once again, smiling widely. "Now...about your baby shower-"

I groan at these words, feeling like I'm about to cry again. Xavier's hand subconsciously going to my stomach again is the only thing that stops me from doing so.

The Devil and his Mistress alright, thanks Chandler, and now it's time for the devil spawn.

Or as Xavier bets, our son.