Farah's POV I walked closely to Emmanuel, distracted by his complete beauty. I'm sure Nancy will be alright while we go out for a walk. I played with our connected hands, not noticing the thick mass of trees around us. "Were are we any way?" I asked looking up at him with a raised brow. He paused, smiling at me with a look of innocence. "Do you trust me?" "Of course," I answered immediately. He chuckled with a slight smirk. "What is it, my dear Farah, that makes it so impossible to not love you?" He whispered, running his fingers across my cheeks. I shivered at the feeling, looking up in his eyes. I didn't have an answer for that, I was terrible, the daughter of Satan himself, why would he love me? Instead of speaking, I leaned up on my toes, pressing my lips to his in a burst of passion. His arms tightly went around me, pulling me to his chest as he deepened the kiss. I enjoyed our closeness, closing my eyes as I felt his wings wrap around us. I was still so new to his tender, sweet kisses, it was a lot different then what most demons experienced. Demons kissed more lustful, and desired. Running my hands along his wings, I ran my kisses to his neck, and just like that I was pushed up against a tree with powerful hungry kisses. "FARAH!" A hideous voice screamed from the distance. My blood ran cold as I heard this familiar voice. I pulled away in fear and shock. "F-Father.." Nancy's POV There was to much going on around me to know what was happening, all my mind could register was the agony I was going through. "Get it out, please!!" I shrieked, tears filling my eyes. "Miss, it will be ok, breathe." The smooth beautiful voice of the stranger from the coffee shop had sounded. It was like a breath of fresh air hearing his voice, it almost made the pain go away. My hand went out shakily towards his voice, and was delighted to fills his cool hand in my, sparks flying up my arm. "Miss Nancy.. It's time to push ok." A doctor urged, a nurse now at my side, speaking soothingly. "O-ok.." I stuttered, trying to hold back my cries as another wave of contractions hit. "Push," I heard a firm voice demand. I closed my eyes, and did what I was told, shrieking at the intense pain splitting me in half. It seemed like forever I endured this torture, but finally when a loud cry filled the air I sighed in relief, falling back in the pillow. I opened my eyes and looked up to the doctor. "It's a..--" He stopped in the middle of the sentence as the baby cried an octave louder. At the sound of its cry the doctor's body began to go limp. The stranger from the coffee shop quickly took the baby before the doctor and nurse fell to the floor bed. "What are you.." He asked looking between me and the baby, as if he wasn't a surprise. I looked at my baby, not able to say or do anything else. "Can I hold it," I whispered. He gently handed me my baby with an sorry look. "Of course, it's a boy.." Tears filled my eyes as I smiled down at my baby boy. Maybe everything would be ok...after all... Bump?