Tough Little Boys Alternate Kevin/Rick

"I.. you're absolutely going to die? There's no chance you won't...?"

"Well....no....Gabriel baby you dont understand. I physically CANNOT bare a baby and make it....Im going to die having it...." Angel looked away sadly.

"oh..." Gabriel turned away fro a minute before looking back. "Alright wel... I'm sorry."

Angel smiled, hiding the hurt in his chest, locking it away.
No....He was stupid for thinking Gabriel would care.

But Gabriel did care. It was clear in his eyes... he was worried... he didn't want Angel to die...

Angel yawned, hugging him tight.
"We can worry with that when im in labor. Lets go to bed, let me enjoy cuddling while I can."

"Okay precious..." He carried Angel off to bed

Angel blinked at him, his eyes wide and loving.
Precious....
Was he truly precious? He wondered.

He was to Gabriel... at least right now.
"I love you so much." He cuddled with him

"Yeah....I love you more."
Gabriel loved him until he gave birth. Then it was all over.

Gabriel would still love him... he would just beat him too.

A month went by, it was around five in the morning when Angel turned over, the bed becoming wet with warm liquid.

Gabriel immediately woke, gasping.
"Angel baby..." He shook him gently.

Angel groaned, turning over and looking at Gabriel.
"What?" He looked down, feeling the warm wetness between his lets.

"I.. are you gonna give birth?" His eyes were wide.

Angel sat up, it was only a moment before he gave a loud cry of pain, hand on his stomach.
"M-My water broke!!! Fuck!!"
He was having contractions.

"Let's go!" He nodded, lifting Angel and stroking his stomach as he ran to Mike's.

Mike took him, immediately going to work.
He laid Angel down and waited, letting him get more dialted before starting, handing Gabriel morphine and having him hold it up, sticking Angel with an IV. The morphine took pain away while Mike cut him open.

Gabriel's eyes were filled with worry as he watched intently, praying he would be alright.

Angel whimpered, reaching for Gabriel's hands.
Mike was bloody, Angel gushing more blood then most, but he had a head, and soon a body, getting the child out and wrapping him in a blanket, He sucked out his nose and throat, making sure he was a wailing baby, checking him over while Angel simply bleed and slowly began to die, like he said he would.

Gabriel watched him helplessly, letting out a small whimper. But he took a look at his gorgeous baby and immediately went calm...

Mike handed him a knife.
"Cut the umbilical cord." He nodded, cradling the new born in his arms.

With a slightly shaking hand Gabriel cut the cord carefully, looking up at his child.

Mike handed the small baby boy to him with a smile before taking out the after birth and sewing Angel up, stroking his hair as the man watched Gabriel and his baby, the color slowly leaving his face.

Gabriel's eyes held so much love as he held the small baby. He looked down at Angel, the love changing to hurt and heartbreak. He took his hand and held it tightly...