Sparrow's Verse

Flight Rising

2015-01-11T05:07:04Z

I am addicted to this site called Flight Rising. It's a bit like Neopets for anyone here who/is into that.

If you are on Flight Rising, feel free to friend me and leave me a message so I can friend you back. :)

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2015-01-03T05:27:52Z

Hi!

So, for those of who haven't yet, I have some media that you could always follow that I'm a bit more active on.

My Tumblr: Sparrow's Verse
My Twitter: Sparrow015
My Knitting Blog: The Crafty Sparrow

2015

2015-01-02T00:28:46Z

Mini Wri Mo Day 13

2014-11-14T04:43:00Z

Today's Word Count: 300
Current Word Count: 6223

Again, just barely made it to my daily word goal. *curls under a blanket*

Mini Wri Mo Day 12

2014-11-13T05:05:55Z

Today's Word Count: 300
Current Word Count: 5923

Just barely made it to my word goal today! *flops*

Mini Wri Mo Day 11

2014-11-12T01:41:35Z

Today's Word Count: 382
Current Word Count: 5623

No ficlets today to show, but some words were written. :D

Mini Wri Mo Day 10

2014-11-11T03:20:05Z

Today's Word Count: 807
Current Word Count: 5241

Awesome wordage today! \o/

Mini Wri Mo Day 9

2014-11-10T06:37:50Z

Today's Word Count: 422
Current Word Count: 4434

Another day, another word goal met! \o/

Mini Wri Mo Day 8

2014-11-09T02:09:22Z

Today's Word Count: 408
Current Word Count: 4015

Words have been achieved today! I think within the next couple of days I'll have another ficlet to post. :D

Mini Wri Mo Day 7

2014-11-08T03:55:35Z

Today's Word Count: 324
Current Word Count: 3607

A smaller amount today, but still created some awesome words. :D

Mini Wri Mo Day 6

2014-11-07T04:56:09Z

Today's Word Count: 552
Current Word Count: 3283

No ficlet to post, but I destroyed today's word goal. :D

Mini Wri Mo Day 5

2014-11-06T04:55:42Z

Today's Word Count: 479
Current Word Count: 2731

I have two ficlets to share with everyone! Huzzah! I hope you like them. :)

Kevin glanced around the ‘Black Cat Humane Society’, where other witches, like himself, were looking around, seeing if they could feel the pull to their familiar.

But he didn’t have much hope, this was his sixteenth year. His last chance to find a familiar or a familiar to find him. His brothers had already found their familiars and while Kevin was happy for his siblings, he ached to find his own.

Kevin wandered the familiar rooms, filled to the brim with books and cosy nooks with comfortable chairs, perfect for just relaxing in.

He headed over to the corner of an empty familiar room, to the spot he had claimed as his after the first year he didn’t bond. Sitting down in the comfortable chair, Kevin held up his hand, fingers splayed and waited patiently. A book floated down gently into his waiting hand.

Smiling to himself, Kevin settled in to read his favourite book as he let loose the confines he had on his magic. He just had to wait and his familiar would come to him. That’s what his mother always told him and his mother’s words were always true. Kevin squashed down the faint tendril of fear that it wouldn’t happen this year.

He just had to believe.

The hours slowly passed, the light gliding down the window signaling how much time was passing. Lights illuminated the room Kevin was in as he concentrated on his book.

So absorbed in his book, he didn’t even register the black shadow detach itself from an upper bookshelf. Books floated in front of the black shape as it delicately made its way down the makeshift stairs before settling itself on the back of the chair Kevin was sitting in.

Leaning over Kevin’s shoulder, it glanced at the page and then wrinkled it’s nose. “How can you read that crap?”

“AUGH!”

The book went flying forward as Kevin scrambled out of the seat. He managed to turn around, hand out and spell on his lips.

A paw swiped forward, cancelling Kevin’s spell. “None of that, witchling.”

Kevin blinked and lowered his hand. “Um, sorry?”

“Are you asking or telling.”

Kevin sat up a bit, clearing his throat. “Telling. Sorry about that, Familiar.”

The black cat jumped down onto the cushion of the chair and settled, paws kneeding the fabric as it eyed Kevin. “Apology accepted. Now, what are you doing in here?”

“I was reading, hoping for a Familiar to come and choose me,” Kevin admitted, hands nervously twisting the fabric of his sweater.

The cat snorted, whiskers twitching. “You wanted us to do all the work? You didn’t want to be like the others and go badger the others into choosing you?”

Kevin shook his head. “Mother always said it was best to let the Familiar come and choose you. You just had to stretch your magic out and if the Familiar liked it, they would come to you and ask.”

“Hmm, your Mother, she follows the old ways?” the cat asked.

“Yes.”

“And do you?”

“I try to,” Kevin admitted. “It’s hard and I’m not sure of what I’m doing, but I try.”

“Hmm.”

Kevin bit his lip, wondering if this was it. “Is this an interview?”

“Maybe, your magic did call to me and it’s the nicest magic I’ve felt since my last Witch,” the Familiar said as it jumped off the chair and padded forward. “But I’m not sure, you seem flighty.”

Kevin kept silent as the Familiar circled around him, before jumping onto his shoulder. His body dipped a little at the weight, but Kevin kept as still as possible, letting the Familiar continue it’s inspection of him.

The black cat jumped down and looked at Kevin. It was a few minutes before it gave a tiny bob. “I’ve decided, we’ll do a trial run.”

Kevin’s eyes widened. “A trial run?” He had never heard anything like that before.

“Yes, a trial run,” the Familiar decided and Kevin then gasped as the Familiar’s magic wrapped around him and he felt emotions that weren’t his own weave their way into his head. The emotions felt old.

“You feel so old,” Kevin whispered. How long had this Familiar been without a Witch? And how long had this Familiar been with their previous Witch.

The Familiar chuckled. “I am old. Very old. My last Witch was Witch Beckett.”

Kevin gasped. “That was over a hundred years ago!”

“Mmm, I’ve been a Familiar to the Decaydance coven for a long time. You can call me Mike.”

Extending his hand, Kevin let Mike sniff it before a furred cheek rubbed against the fingers and Kevin smiled before picking Mike up and scratching under the black cat’s chin. A purring sound filled the room.

Kevin slowly stood up, keeping hold of his Familiar. His Familiar. He was finally a proper witch with a proper cat. Ha! Take that brothers, can’t mock him now.

A head rubbed under his chin. “You’re going to do the inner monologue thing a lot, aren’t you?”

Kevin gaped. “You could hear that?”

“We’re bonded, even if it’s a trial run. I can hear every thought of yours,” Mike said. “With practice, you’ll hear mine.”

Beaming, Kevin scritched between Mike’s ears. “I can’t wait.”

THE END.

This ficlet is based on this prompt here

“Look! Dobby is a free elf!”

Mike grunted as their puppy Max was shoved into his face, dressed in a towel with a sock attached to the side. “Why are you dressing up our fur baby?”

“Halloween,” Kevin said as he cradled Max to his chest. “We don’t have a kid, so stupid costumes for the dog instead.” He grinned and scritched behind Max’s ears.

Max’s leg kicked out as Kevin’s fingers found the sweet spot.

Mike sighed and joined in the scritching. “He does look a little bit like, Dobby.”

Kevin grinned as they petted their puppy. “It’s all in this adorable face.”

Max was giving a doggy grin, tongue hanging out as he was loved.

“Any other ideas?”

“I was thinking a spider costume,” Kevin said as he set Max down on the ground, Max circled around their ankles.

Mike shuddered. “No, no spider costumes. I am drawing the line at that.”

Kevin grinned. “Is someone freaked out by spiders?”

“You know fucking well I am,” Mike growled, glaring at Kevin.

“Oh, that’s right, you had me come and kill a spider with a shoe for you,” Kevin added and giggled a little as Max sat down and his tail wagging kept hitting his feet.

Mike pointed at Kevin. “You are a mean thing.”

Kevin just grinned and leaned forward, pecking a kiss on Mike’s cheek. “And that’s why you love me.”

Mike sniffed and bent down, picking up Max. “I love our fur baby more.”

“Lies,” Kevin said waving a hand at Mike. “You love us equally.”

Mike made a dismissive noise and dropped a kiss on top of Max’s head. “Fur baby.”

Kevin gently took Max from Mike’s hands and set the dog down on the ground. “Me.”

“Fur baby,” Mike insisted, stepping into Kevin’s space.

Kevin shifted forward, going on his tip toes and pressed a kiss to Mike’s lips. “Me.”

Mike sighed and kissed Kevin back. “I guess I love you.”

“Because I kill spiders for you,” Kevin said with a grin.

“Because you kill spiders for me,” Mike said with a chuckle.

“I can also think of other things I could be doing to show my love for you,” Kevin said with a smirk, tugging at Mike’s belt.

“Oh?” Mike asked with a grin.

Kevin just wiggled his eyes brows and tugged Mike towards their room.

THE END.

Mini Wri Mo Day 4

2014-11-05T03:33:55Z

Today's Word Count: 792
Current Word Count: 2252

Another day, another word goal met! Whoo! I might even have a small ficlet to post for tomorrow. :D

Mini Wri Mo Day 3

2014-11-04T02:59:44Z

Today's Word Count: 459
Current Word Count: 1460

No ficlet prompt to post today, I worked on a fic instead, yay! Progress!

Mini Wri Mo Day 2

2014-11-03T02:43:37Z

Today's Word Count: 439
Current Word Count: 1001

Today's word goal has been met and I've even written another ficlet! Whoo! Now, I just need to not have my groove disturbed. lol Again, please note that this ficlet has not been beta'd and most likely future ficlets from mininano will not be beta'd until after it's been completed.

Ficlet is based off of this prompt here.

Kevin sighed, hand drifting down to the chip bag as he watched some reality show on TV. He wasn’t even that interested in the show, it was just something to watch.

The sound of ‘The Phrase That Pays’ played as his phone vibrated on his stomach.

Grinning to himself, Kevin picked up his phone as he wiped his hand on his pants.

There was a picture of Mike’s band in a furniture store and Sisky was currently face first ontop of a bed and Butcher sitting on him.

‘You suffocate him and Bill will have you playing bass’ Kevin texted to Mike.

‘Good point i cant play bass worth shit’

Kevin chuckled as a new picture showed up on his screen of Michael Guy rescuing Sisky from Butcher’s ministrations. ‘dare i ask what you’re all doing in a furniture store?’

‘were furniture shopping with Bill. He broke the bed so the fair Christine sent him out to purchase a new one’

‘so noble’

‘noble my ass. We’re mostly here to mock him’

Kevin laughed aloud this time and his fingers flew over his phone screen. ‘theres my bf whom i love and adore’

‘aw you adore me’

‘someones got to’ Kevin lightly teased him.

‘ugh, wounded. I am wounded here’

Kevin rolled his eyes as he smiled at his phone ‘you are such a dork’

‘takes one to know one’

‘yes it does and that’s why you hang out with bill’ Kevin replied back.

‘:p’

Kevin just grinned and settled his phone back onto his stomach and went back to his bad TV watching. It was late at night as he was settling into bed when he got another text.

‘kev Kevin my dork Kevin what does a couch say to the other couch at the other side of the room?’

Kevin sighed and wondered if Mike had been drinking with the others. He texted Mike back. ‘idk?’

‘we are sofa apart’

Kevin groaned. ‘omg what is wrong with u’

‘It’s sofa king funny!’

‘Srsly go to bed’

‘Shut up I’m funny’

‘Yeah, so funny. Go to bed, Mike’

‘:P you adore me and think I’m funny’

‘i do, but I think your bed is calling you’

‘your probably right, babe. Talk to you 2mw?’

‘kay love u, mike’

‘love u 2’

Kevin smiled at the fuzzy feelings Mike admission made him feel and hooked his phone up to his charger. He settled into bed, dreams of Mike filling his head.

Mini Wri Mo Day 1

2014-11-02T04:18:39Z

Today's Word Count: 562
Current Word Count: 562

I even wrote a little ficlet! I am going to share it. Please keep in mind it's not beta'd and the first thing I've written in months, so it's probably rough. lol

Based off this prompt here.

Kevin's feet are foul. Just ask Mike. And their cat.

Being on tour, your sense of smell was usually the first thing to go. The combined smell of bandmates, sweat, tour bus and staleness, you just got used it and never noticed anything.

It was being off tour that Mike really wanted to keep that ability of not being able to smell anything.

He loved Kevin with all of his heart, but the smell currently coming off of Kevin’s feet, Mike was ready to bolt.

Mike watched with horror as their cat, poor innocent Spence-Wentz went to rub it’s cheek against Kevin’s big toe, paused and smelled the sock clad foot. It’s ears flattened back and the cat’s head turned away mouth opening in horror.

“Spenny?” Kevin cooed, trying to coax the cat back.

Upon the first syllable being cooed, the cat took off.

“What’s wrong with Spence-Wentz? And by the way, I still blame Pete for naming our cat that,” Kevin said as he looked at Mike.

“Um, Kevin, you know I love you,” Mike started.

“Yessss,” Kevin drawled, looking at Mike was crazy.

“But I can’t love your feet.”

Kevin snorted. “My feet?”

Mike nodded solmnely. “They smell wretched. I will love every bit of your body except your feet.”

“They don’t smell that bad,” Kevin said, rolling his eyes.

“And I think you’re delusional. Your feet smell, baby.”

“No they don’t.”

“Then why did our cat run away?” Mike pointed out. “He took one whiff and took off like a bat out of hell.”

Kevin glared at Mike. “They. Do. Not. Smell.”

Mike just raised an eyebrow, took out his cell and typed something on it.

“What are you doing?”

Mike just smirked and Kevin’s phone played the sound of the Minions from Despicable Me cackling. Glancing down at his phone, Kevin’s eyes narrowed. “You texted Joe?”

“He’s solid, he’d back me up.”

Kevin held up his phone to show Mike.

‘MIKE IS RIGHT. YOUR FEET STINK, KEVIN.’

Mike just smirked again and then yelped as Kevin tackled him off the couch.

They rolled around, smacks connecting before Kevin ended up sitting on Mike’s back and planted his feet on either side of Mike’s head. “My feet smell, huh?”

“Ugh! I’m dying! I’m dying!” Mike cried out as he tried not to inhale the smell.

“Smell ‘em, Mike!” Kevin cried out, shoving his sock clad feet into Mike’s face.

Mike retaliated by bringing a hand up and tickling Kevin’s foot.

Kevin yelped and kicked out, rolling off of Mike. “That was dirty pool, Mike.”

“All’s fair in love and war and not smelling those feet.”

Kevin smacked Mike’s leg.

“You really don’t smell it?” Mike asked as they laid beside each other on the floor.

“You and Joe are filled with lies,” Kevin protested.

Mike rolled his eyes, scrambled around and pulled off one of Kevin’s socks.

Kevin protested, trying to wiggle away. “Mike!”

Mike just tossed the sock and it landed on Kevin’s face.

Kevin yanked it off, opening his mouth to yell at Mike when he sniffed. He brought the sock up to his face and then yanked it away, making it a face.

Struggling not to laugh, Mike bit his lip looking at the faces Kevin was making before Kevin threw the sock away.

Kevin looked at Mike apologetic. “Well, maybe you and Joe have a point.”

Mike lost it right there and dissolved into laughter.

800th Post: Prompts

2014-10-19T19:55:32Z

Hey all, long time no post. I feel very bad about that, it just feels like I have nothing to post about even though a lot of stuff has been happening. I haven't even felt like writing in a long time. Time has been consumed with knitting, archery and World of Warcraft.

But with my 800 post today and mininanoanoaiao coming up, I would like some prompts. The prompts can be anything. A song, picture or even words. This is what I can currently write in, so that's what you would get fic prompts off of: Bandom, Skippy (Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas pairing), The Magnificent Seven (tv series), The Monkees, The Who and X-Men.

Prompts won't be attempted or posted until mini_wrimo starts.

You Had Me At...

2014-05-13T03:08:02Z

So, Constantine tv trailer. Anyone else excited? :D

Just...

2014-04-19T23:01:35Z

Skippy Little Bang 2014

2014-02-22T07:18:56Z

How not to post for a week, you don't

2014-01-11T21:31:39Z

I have had such adventures this week! I've fallen behind on posting to my lj, Sunday night they were suppose to snowplough the road, but didn't. I tried to move my car just in case, but my car wouldn't start. Called CAA, they didn't call our house until the next day at 4pm. O.o They were so behind because of the cold snap.

I got a parking ticket because of that. /o\

Let's see, what else...you know, I'm trying to recall what I did this week and I can't think for the life of me. O.o

I did go to archery on Thursday, the first time in a month. December was a crazy month. My cousin actually joined me. We had a lot of fun. :) I got to try out new arrows and they definitely flew differently. They kept going a bit high on the target.

Friday night I made lasgna for dinner for my sister, nephews, her boyfriend and my Dad. She made cesaer salad. It was nommy! :D

I am currently working on a scarf as a present for a friend. I am almost done and I just want to be finished. So much, I'm thinking about my next project. /o\

Currently just passing time, waiting for an hour before I get ready to go pick up my friend and we go out for dinner.

And now the Weather...

2014-01-04T19:23:53Z

Yesterday, Winnipeg had a weather warning for a tonne of snow. I should say a shit tonne of snow. Thank you, weather. :P I got home and decided to do something nice for my Dad and snowblow the sidewalk since he had gone down to Grand Forks with my mom and wouldn't be back until today.

I snowblowed the sidewalk, accomplished! Whoot! I promptly changed into my pj's and fell asleep, thus missed out on posting for January 03 and waking up at 3AM, wide awake. Oops.

So, I've been awake for almost 12 hours now and in that time, I made a very late dinner, made pancakes for breakfast and I dug my car out of the snow and went to a yarn sale. *pets the balls of yarn* My precioussssssss....such pretty yarn for future projects. *insert cackling here*

Dad got home and more snow had blown into the sidewalk, but I got the majority of it, so my Dad decides to get the rest. I find out I filled up the snowblower with the wrong gas can. *headdesk* It was a small gas can, red, the snowblower wouldn't work last night, you would think, 'hey, this machine needs gas, let's fill it up with the convient gas can off to the side'. Ugh. I don't know, I did it wrong somehow and just, I feel like Charlie Brown with the football right now. I do something nice and it backfires on me and just argh. The below image describes how I currently feel.

Throwback Thursday

2014-01-03T05:31:32Z

It is still technically January 02, 2014! Made it to the second day! \o/ lol

So Thursday, most of the cool kids are calling it Throwback Thursday, on instagram, right? Yeah...

What have I been up to the last few months, I kinda fell off the map. Let's see:

- Got into archery and I am enjoying it quite a bit, I have a compound bow on layaway I'm slowly paying off. I'll see if I can get a picture uploaded to share. :)

- Started knitting, so far made a infinity scarf for my sister and working on a toque, kinda stuck but will be going to the wool shop to see what to do next or if I screwed up. /o\

- WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK and oh, what else, more work lol

- Just survived Christmas and welcomed the new year

2014 - A New Year

2014-01-02T03:38:29Z

With a new year, comes a new start. :)

I am hoping to post a new lj entry for each day all of this year, whether it's a picture or a random snippet or what's going on in my life or even fic.

So, to those who still read my journal, I hope you enjoy and I hope I can keep at this. lol

Fic: Out of Left Field [2/2] (bandom, skippy, PG-13)

2013-12-29T01:32:58Z

~~~

It was two weeks later from the phone call and Kevin was pacing the house and eating a pickle covered in chocolate sauce.

Nick and Joe went to pick up their parents and Frankie from the airport and she felt like a nervous wreck. It was the first time she was seeing them in months and here she was, pregnant.

She swiped at her eyes that started to prickle with tears. "Darn hormones," she grumbled under her breath. Everything lately had her crying.

Grabbing a Kleenex from one of the boxes that had spontaneously sprouted around the house, Kevin suspected Nick, she dried her eyes and finished off her pickle.

She glanced down at her stomach, her t-shirt stretched out over it a little bit. "You better stop making Mommy cry here my little peanut."

Rubbing her stomach, Kevin decided she was still hungry and headed over to the kitchen for more food. When she got there, to her horror, they were out of pickles.

Kevin texted Joe quickly, knowing he would check his cell quicker and demanded they pick up pickles before they came home.

She got a 'Yes your majesty' text back seconds later.

Satisfied her request would be fulfilled, Kevin headed over to the couch to lay down.

She was feeling pretty tired all of the sudden. Yawning and then stretching out, she grabbed the fleecy blanket she kept on top of the couch and wrapped it around her as she got comfortable.

Within minutes she was fast asleep.

There was a noise.

Some sort of noise that was penetrating Kevin's sleepy brain. It kept poking and prodding at her to wake up this instance.

But Kevin was comfy and tired and nestled in tight in a cocoon of blankets. She didn't want to get up.

"...asleep Frankie...waking her up," A woman's voice sounded above her head.

Mom. Kevin's brain supplied sleepily and she frowned in her sleep.

"...think she's...up, Mom!"

Frankie. Kevin's sleepy brain supplied once more.

"Guys...needs her..." Joe's voice said this time.

Kevin mumbled under her breath and slowly opened her eyes, glaring at the backs of her family. "Some people are trying to nap," she grumpily.

"Kevin!" Frankie cried excitedly and went to pounce. Joe's arm around his waist quickly stopped him as Kevin curved a arm around her waist protectively.

"Frankie, remember that talk we had earlier in the car?" Denise said firmly.

"No jumping on Kevin," Frankie said softly and looked at Kevin with sad eyes. "sorry Kev."

Kevin resisted the urge to coo and pulled Frankie in for a hug instead. "It's okay , Frankster. Joe got you in time," she said.

Frankie snuggled in and then blinked. He looked down and tugged Kevin's blanket away.

"Wow," he said softly and placed a tiny hand on the small mound of Kevin's stomach. "There's a baby growing inside of you?"

"Yep," Kevin said softly, watching Frankie's reaction.

Frankie didn't disappoint and grinned as he looked up at Kevin. "I am going to be an awesome Uncle."

Kevin smiled softly and hugged Frankie until he squeaked.

She settled Frankie against her side and looked at her Mom and Joe. "Where's Dad and Nick?"

"They went to get food for dinner and to pick up your pickles," Joe explained. "Someone didn't use the bathroom at the airport."

Frankie ducked his head.

"Well, as long as they pick pickles up, I suppose that's all right," Kevin mused, giving Frankie a light noogie.

Joe chuckled.

"Joe dear, why don't you and Frankie play some video games," Denise said.

Hearing the Mom tone of voice, they high tailed it out of there.

Traitors. Kevin thought darkly and looked at her Mom. "Hey Mom," she said nervously.

"Hey sweetie," Denise said softly, smiling at her. She pulled Kevin up to her feet and in for a hug.

And Kevin just relaxed against her. She had missed this. Mom hugs were the best.

Soon, Kevin took a step back.

"Well, let's take a look here," Denise said and made Kevin slowly turn around as she took in the changes. "Well, it's a baby," she deadpanned.

"Gee, thanks Mom, I never realized that," Kevin sarcastically stated back.

Denise just raised an eyebrow and tugged Kevin onto the couch. "So baby," she said softly.

"Baby," Kevin agreed.

"What about the boy that got you pregnant? You said he wasn't in the picture?" Denise asked as she rubbed Kevin's shoulder.

Kevin shook her head. "I went to go tell him, but he just dismissed me and said he had gotten back with his ex before I could say anything." She sniffled and a box of Kleenex entered her view. She grabbed a couple.

"Oh, my baby girl," Denise said softly and hugged her.

Denise continued to hug her daughter. "He cheated on you?"

Kevin shook her head. "It was, casual Mom. I really liked it though. No expectations, just us whenever we could."

Denise frowned in displeasure, but Kevin didn't see it, just happy her Mom was here and in the know.

"What we had was good but when I went to go tell him, he was a bastard," Kevin spat out angrily.

"Kevin!"

"He was, Mom!" Kevin protested, getting out of the hug. "The way he treated me when I went to go tell him. I don't want him in my life or my baby's life."

"You're sure, Kevin?" Denise asked softly. "A baby needs their father in their life."

Kevin shook her head. "My baby will have her uncles and grandfather if they need a male figure in their life."

"Okay," Denise said and hugged Kevin again. "If you're sure."

"I am," Kevin said firmly, leaning in against her Mom.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, just resting against one another.

The door was then heard opening.

"Denise? Kevin? Joe? Frankie? Nick and I are back!" Senior called out.

"And now to face Dad," Kevin sighed.

"It'll be fine, Kevin," Denise chuckled lightly as they stood up and stretched. "He's calmed down somewhat."

"Yeah, until he sees this," Kevin muttered while she rubbed her stomach.

They found the two, arms laden down with groceries. Denise hurried forward to help them out.

Kevin went to grab a couple of bags from Nick's arm. He danced away. "Ah, no heavy lifting for the mom to be," he said.

She scowled at him. "I can handle a couple of grocery bags, Nicholas."

He just stuck his tongue out and went to go put them away as Kevin huffed out angrily. She followed after him. The least she could do was put the groceries away.

When she arrived in the kitchen, Nick was placing the grocery bags on the kitchen table and zeroed in on one, intent to help.

Grabbing one of the bags, she started to put the vegetables away into the fridge.

"Nick, why don't you go help your mother," Senior said as he was stocking cans in the pantry.

"Dad," Nick started.

"Nicholas," Senior stated, raising an eyebrow and looked at the door.

Nick's lips thinned as he glanced from his Dad to Kevin before exiting the kitchen.

Kevin was oblivious to it as she closed the kitchen door and started to roll up the cloth grocery bag. She glanced around and only saw her Dad. "Dad? Where'd Nick go?"

"To help your mother, dear," Senior answered and finished putting the rest of the groceries away.

Kevin swallowed down the 'meep' that threatened to escape from her mouth. "Okay."

"Help your Dad make dinner here, Kevin," Senior asked, but it sounded more like an order to her.

"All right, what're we making?" Kevin asked as she moved over towards him.

"I was thinking something simple, soup and sandwiches," he said.

"From scratch?"

Senior grinned at Kevin. "Is there any other way?"

Kevin returned the grin and the two quickly got out soup ingredients.

Senior started to fill a large, tall pot with water as Kevin grabbed a cutting board to start cutting up vegetables.

They worked quietly and Kevin was tossing the cut vegetables into the pot when Senior spoke, "So, honey."

Kevin suddenly wanted out of the kitchen immediately.

"I know you're mother and your brothers have probably talked to you about this, but we do need to talk dear."

"About what, Dad?" Kevin asked as she turned her attention to cleaning up the cutting board.

"Oh, how about the fact you got pregnant and are now having a baby?"

Kevin winced. Dad was sounding slightly freaked out again. "You're not going to freak out again, are you Dad?" Hearing her Dad lose it over the phone a couple of weeks ago had been heart pounding for her.

"No, I had my freak out a while ago, as I'm sure you heard," Senior chuckled lightly and tapped her nose. Kevin looked up at him, wrinkling her nose. "Dad, stop it!"

Senior just chuckled and started to stir the pot. "Now, your Mother has sent me texts while she's been snooping around and she's noticed you don't even have a nursery set up."

Kevin looked away. She really hadn't been thinking about that.

"When you have this baby, are you going to keep it?" He asked seriously.

She looked up sharply at that. "Dad..."

"How exactly have you thought you would care for this baby?" Senior asked as he finished stirring the pot. "You will be its Mother. Do you want that responsibility?"

Kevin's hand automatically curled around her stomach. "Of course I do, Dad!" She protested.

He looked at her over the edge of his glasses. "Are you sure, Kevin? This is a big responsibility you've been given."

Kevin rubbed her stomach. "I'm ready to be a Mother, Dad. I know I'll do a good job and if I'm stuck, I'll have everyone's help."

"Except the father's," Senior pointed out.

Kevin felt a sharp hurt along her heart and the beginning of a headache in her head. "Except for him," she admitted softly.

"Oh my girl, I'm sorry," Senior said softly and pulled Kevin in for a hug.

She clung to him, tears clinging to her eyes.

"I just had to make sure. You're young and just, my only daughter and my baby girl," he said softly as he rubbed her back. "Hard questions had to be asked."

"I'm tired of the hard questions," Kevin said as she wiped her nose on his sleeve.

Senior just hummed and continued to rub her back, calming her down.

Kevin sniffled and took a step back. "I'm good."

"You sure?" Senior asked in concern.

Kevin nodded and swiped at her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Senior brought Kevin in for another hug and kissed her brow. "I just had to make sure, my girl. God has been testing us lately but we'll pull through."

Kevin nodded against her Dad's chest. "We always do."

'We always do', had become the Jonas family unofficial motto before they became famous. When money was tight and they travelled around in a van

The sound of the soup boiling over had Senior jumping back in surprise as he went to go rescue dinner.

Kevin blinked and started giggling as smoke rose up from the element. She went to go open a window before the smoke alarm went off.

Dinner was salvageable as Kevin gathered bowls, utensils and some smaller plates. She dug out some flavoured potato chips and lugged everything out to the table to set.

Placing a larger coaster on the table, Kevin grinned as her Dad brought the large pot and set it down.

"Is it okay to eat?" Kevin asked as she watched Senior taste test it.

"Perfect," Senior said with a wink. "Go call your brothers and Mother."

Kevin grinned as she bellowed for her brothers and Mother.

She had her family here with her and she finally felt content with everything.

~~~

At 9 months pregnant

Kevin grimaced as the nail salon technician scrubbed at her feet with a pumice stone.

"Isn't this fun?" Danielle asked, her own feet getting scrubbed.

"Well, it's certainly the most pampering I've gotten in a while," Kevin grunted out as the woman hit a particular rough patch on her heel.

Danielle giggled and then her foot twitched out as she her own person hit a ticklish spot.

Kevin grinned at Danielle. "Someone's ticklish."

"Extremely, but I love the colours on my pretty, pretty toes," Danielle said with a laugh.

Kevin rolled her eyes and tried to glance over the prominent baby bump. She sighed frustrated as she adjusted herself in her seat and got a nasty glare from the woman cleaning her feet. “Sorry,” she muttered and sipped at the water she had been given.

“Careful Kev, or they’ll make your toes look ugly and then you’ll cry,” Danielle lightly teased.

“It doesn’t take me much to cry at anything these days,” Kevin said with a sigh as she rubbed the side of her stomach.

"You okay there?" Danielle asked in concern. "You've been rubbing your stomach the entire time we've been out."

"Just a bit of a twinge," Kevin said as she finished rubbing. "Nothing to be worried about."

"Kev, you're like three days away from giving birth," Danielle hissed at her, leaned over her chair a bit. "You might be going into labour."

Kevin rolled her eyes. "I am not going into labour. Look, I just want to enjoy getting my feet rubbed and our massages afterwards."

Danielle looked like she was about to protest, but a look from Kevin made her close her mouth.

"Fine, but don't make me say I told you so," she added and went back to paying attention to her phone.

Kevin gave her a look and tried to enjoy the foot massage she was getting as another slight twinge made itself known across her stomach. She rubbed her side. Now would not be a good time to come out, baby.

When their foot massages were done, they were herded to another room.

"I feel like a fat whale," Kevin complained as she sat on the padded massage table.

"Glowing," Danielle said.

Kevin snorted, nails digging into fabric as another pain made itself known.

Danielle was just starting to pull her shirt off to get changed when a groan caught her attention. "Kev?"

Kevin was hunched over, hands holding her stomach.

"Fuck," Danielle muttered and pulled her shirt back down and hurried over to her friend. "Labour pains?"

Kevin gritted her teeth. "Either that or those stupid braxton hicks contractions." She had already had a few and freaked out her family with them.

Danielle looked at Kevin, her best friend in the world, and saw pain in her eyes. "Right, we're going to the hospital."

"Dani, no," Kevin protested, grabbing Danielle's hand. "It's just fake labour pains."

Danielle glared at Kevin, crossing her arms across her chest. "We are going to the hospital, Kevin Jonas. You are almost at your due date and this," she gestured at Kevin's position. "Is not okay." She rubbed Kevin's arm. "Please?"

It was the please that did it and the worry in Danielle's voice that had Kevin agreeing to go to the hospital.

They were waiting in the lobby area of the spa slash nail salon they were in, Danielle tapping her foot impatiently for a cab to arrive when a familiar voice caught Kevin's attention.

"Fuck, Saporta, I thought you were joking about this."

"The Cobra never jokes, and a bet is a bet is a bet, which you lost, Carden."

Kevin paled, Mike was here. But he was suppose to be in LA with his old girlfriend. Not in New Jersey and definitely not in this place.

She turned her head in time to seeing a tall guy, who she briefly remembered being the front man for Midtown, push Mike into the store.

And when Mike turned his head to yell at his friend, their eyes made contact and she saw his eyes widen at her.

Of course, that's when another flash of pain lanced across her stomach and she closed her eyes as she hunched over, hands over her stomach protectively. This was going to be so bad. Dani was probably going to end up shanking Mike or something.

The past few months in reconnecting with her friend, Kevin couldn't believe she had forgotten how loyal Dani was to those she cared about. And when Kevin had let spill a little of what happened, Dani had gone on a swearing streak and promising retribution Jersey style.

"Kevin?"

Kevin opened her eyes and gave him a pain filled smile that was more of a grimace. "Mike."

She could see Danielle's eyes widen as she look between the two and Kevin had to grip her wrist to stop her from going against Mike.

"You know these pretty senoritas, Mike?"

"Uh, Gabe, this is Kevin who is apparently pregnant and uh, her friend," Mike said, sounding completely bewildered.

“Hola,” Gabe grinned at them and then tugged at Mike’s arm. “C’mon Mike, I don’t think catching up with an old friend who is clearly in labour is such a good idea right now.”

Kevin wanted to sigh in relief and hug Gabe a lot. Yes, take Mike away right now, he would figure it out. She could already see Mike making connections as he kept glancing at her stomach. She couldn’t deal with this right now, the baby was coming. One freak out at a time.

She watched as Gabe tugged Mike away and then it all came crashing down when Danielle muttered something that had Mike whirling around and looking at Kevin with wide eyes. “Fuck, was this what you were trying to tell me at the hotel Kevin?” he asked incredulously.

“Mike, c’mon,” Gabe said, grabbing Mike’s arm. Mike yanked it out of Gabe’s grip and crouched down, hands hovering over Kevin’s stomach.

“It’s mine? Isn’t it KJ?” Mike asked softly, looking incredibly guilty and amazed at the same time.

Kevin bit her lip as she tried to ride out the wave of pain, tears prickling her eyes at the old nickname. “Yes,” she whimpered. “It’s yours.”

Gabe started swearing in Spanish but Kevin and Mike were in their own little world.

“Fuck,” Mike swore and hovered.

“I tried to tell you,” Kevin started to cry, tears coming freely now. “I tried. And you just treated me like I did something wrong and said you were going back to your ex.”

“I’m sorry, KJ,” Mike said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

Kevin just shook her head, curls flying. “No, you don’t get to say that now. Not after how you treated me!” She glared at Mike through her tears. “You’re an asshole, Mike.”

“Kevin,” Danielle’s voice interrupted them. “The cab’s here. We need to go.”

Kevin nodded and allowed Danielle to help her up as they brushed past Mike and Gabe towards their ride to the hospital.

“I’m a father,” Mike said in disbelief.

“Mike, c’mon,” Gabe said seriously as he grabbed Mike’s arm once again. “We’re going to follow them and undo your stupid here. You broke up with Emma a year ago. What were you thinking telling that young girl that you were getting back together with her?”

“I was trying to protect her!” Mike snarled at Gabe as they hurried out of salon and got into Gabe’s car to follow the cab that was ahead of them by a couple of blocks.

“Yeah, well for someone so smart, you’re very stupid,” Gabe muttered as he started his car and followed the girls to the hospital.

Mike could only agree.

He had made a complete mess of things.

The rest of the world passed and before Mike knew it, they were arriving at the hospital.

"C'mon, let's see if they'll let us in," Gabe said as he parked the vehicle and hurried them into the hospital.

Mike saw Kevin behind wheeled behind a pair of doors and he hurried forward, ignoring Gabe's cry of, "Mike, wait!"

A nurse tried to stop him. "Sir! You can't..."

"That's my baby being born!" Mike cried out and they let him through. He saw that Gabe managed to slip through as well, muttering something to the nurse.

Mike caught up with Kevin and her friend. "I'm here, Kevin."

"What are you doing here?" Danielle snarled at him, as they wheeled Kevin into a large private room.

"Look, I know I've been a huge asshole, but that's my kid too," Mike pointed out, hands clenching into fists. "One I didn't know about, I might add."

"Kevin's choice since you sent her away," Danielle glared at him.

"Dani, he can stay," Kevin said weakly, one hand gripping the armrest of the wheelchair and the other was resting on her stomach.

"Kev!" Danielle protested, spinning around to look at Kevin in concern. "This asshole..."

"Is the father, he knocked me up and I just don't want this baby to come into the world with everyone fighting," Kevin said, panting out in pain.

"Fine," Danielle said in annoyance and sat down in one of the chairs.

"Whoo, I'm good!" Gabe said as he entered the room and then looked at Mike. "I said I was your partner, by the way, so I could get in."

Mike wanted to groan.

Kevin rolled her eyes and pointed at the door. "Guys, I need everyone out of the room so I can change into a hospital gown."

Danielle got out of the chair and ushered them out of the room.

"Dani, please call my parents and brothers," Kevin asked as she grabbed the hospital gown.

"On it," Danielle promised her and closed the door.

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and started to get changed. She just needed a moment to breathe.

When she was done, Kevin made sure the fastenings were secure behind and got up on the bed. No one needed to see her bare bum.

She couldn't wait until her overnight bag got here. And Kevin really hoped these were fake labour pains. But something had her feeling that they weren't.

Only the doctor could tell her and Kevin could only hope she came soon.

She leaned back in her bed and went to send a text off to Danielle to tell her they could come in.

Then suddenly there was a pain and then a wet feeling below. Kevin glanced down and swore. "Oh hell."

Her water had just officially broke.

"Danielle!" Kevin yelled and the door was opened forcefully.

"Kevin?" Danielle asked in a panic.

Kevin's eyes were wide and she gulped. "My water just broke."

"Oh shit," Danielle uttered, Mike and Gabe echoing her, seconds later.

"I'll get a nurse or doctor," Mike said and hurried out.

"Did you call my parents?" Kevin asked. She felt like freaking out.

Danielle nodded. "They're on their way, including your brothers."

"Good, good," Kevin breathed out. She really wanted her Mom right now.

"The doctor is on her way," Mike declared as he hurried into the room, a nurse right behind him.

"Mrs. Jonas?" the nurse asked as she came to check on Kevin. "What's going on? Your husband said your water broke?"

"He's not my husband and yes it did," Kevin hissed out.

"Okay," the nurse said and looked at the others. "I need you to wait outside while I check on Mrs. Jonas here."

Mike looked like he wanted to protest, but Gabe just hauled him out of the room, Danielle following.

Kevin watched them as the door closed.

Outside, Mike let his forehead smack against the door. "I should be in there."

"Shoulda, coulda, woulda, Mike," Gabe said as he pulled Mike away from the door. "We just make do with what we know now."

"He shouldn't be here at all," Danielle muttered as she checked her cell.

"Look, I know you don't like me but Kevin wants me here," Mike pointed out, glaring at Danielle. "So let's try and be a little civilized during all of this."

Danielle just looked at him in disgust and turned her attention away from him.

It was twenty minutes later and they were still waiting outside, the nurse still inside when the Jonas clan arrived.

"Danielle!"

Danielle stood and greeted Mrs. Jonas.

"Mrs. Jonas," Danielle said with relief in her eyes and voice as she hugged the older woman.

"Denise," Denise corrected her. "What's going on with my little girl?"

"A nurse is in with her right now and uh, her water broke," Danielle explained.

"What?" They both turned to see Senior, Joe, Nick and Frankie looking at Danielle.

"She's not due for another three days!" Nick cried out, hands clutching the overnight bag.

"Babies have their own timetable, dear," Denise said, patting Nick's shoulder. That's when she noticed the other two men. "Danielle, dear, who are those two behind you?"

"Um," Danielle uttered, glancing back at Mike and Gabe. And she blinked when Mike stepped forward holding out his hand.

"Mrs. Jonas, was it?" Mike asked and when Denise gave a confused nod, he nodded back. "I'm Mike Carden, the father."

Then Mike's world exploded into one single thing: pain.

Mike's hands immediately flew to his nose as he hunched over in pain.

"Nicholas!" Mike heard Denise yell.

"Owwwww."

He managed to glance up to see the one called 'Nicholas' cradling his hand. "What the fuck was that for?" Mike snarled out through blood and tears. Gabe was behind him, holding onto his shoulders.

"My sister, you asshole," Nick glared at Mike.

"Nicholas Jonas, language," Denise scolded him. She then looked at an older man behind her that Mike assumed was Kevin's father. "Paul, take Nick to get his hand looked at. Joe, Frankie, go with them," she ordered them. She then looked at Mike. "You, young man, we're taking you to get that nose looked at."

Mike started to protest, his place was here with Kevin, but Denise just ignored him and ordered Gabe and Danielle to stay with Kevin while she dealt with this mess.

Somehow, Mike found himself on a bed, in a separate room as a doctor looked at his nose. Denise was off to the side with her youngest.

But she kept watching him and Mike could see where Kevin got her looks and some of her personality from.

"Well, it's not broken," the doctor said as he prodded and Mike hissed at the pain. "Looks like just a hairline fracture. I want to take an x-ray to be sure though."

"Doctor, is there any way you can speed up the process?" Denise asked. "It's just, my little girl is having her first child and this is the father, we both want to be there."

The doctor waved her off. "Of course, we're actually experiencing a slow day today." He knocked on the small table next to him. "Knock on wood."

Denise just smiled at the doctor. "Good. How long do you think it will take?"

"No more than a couple of hours," he promised her. "I'll send a nurse by in a few minutes to take you down to x-ray."

Once the doctor had left, Mike felt an impending sense of doom.

"So, Mike was it?" Denise asked pleasantly.

Mike knew she knew his name, but he just nodded. "Yes Ma'am."

Denise laughed and waved her hand. "None of this ma'am nonsense, you can call me Mrs. Jonas."

Not Denise. Mike noted and nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Jonas."

"There we go."

She grabbed one of the stools and settled across from him. "Now, Mike, what gave you the right to break my baby girl's heart and send her away?" Denise demanded firmly. "She wouldn't have gone to see you in person if it wasn't for a very good reason and it was a very good reason as you just found out."

Mike licked his lips and wondered where to begin. It sounded right to him when he first did it. "Um, well, what we had was casual, Mrs. Jonas." There, a good start.

Denise glared at him. Maybe it wasn't such a good start.

"And uh, well, it's your daughter, she deserved someone more than me," Mike admitted, looking away. "So I lied and said I got back with my ex."

Denise huffed and glared at him. "That's sweet and very stupid at the same time."

"So I'm finding out," Mike muttered.

"I guess the question is, how are you going to fix this?" Denise asked of him.

He looked up and was struck by how much Denise looked like Kevin at this moment. "I'm not sure."

She frowned at him.

"It's just, the baby is being born and I don't want to talk about my mistake while this is going on," Mike explained, biting his lip.

Denise sighed. "Well, don't put it off either. You're now known to us as the father of Kevin's baby. And as you already guessed, some of us are not that happy with you."

Mike winced and lightly touched his nose. "Yeah."

~~~

Kevin was going to murder Nick. That was the only reasonable solution. She could play his parts and they could put Frankie on the drums. He was old enough.

"Let me understand, you punched Mike?" Kevin asked incredulously. "Why?"

Nick muttered something under his breath as he held his white bandaged hand. According to Joe and Frankie, Nick had only dislocated a couple of his fingers.

"Try again, Nicholas, and remember I'm currently in labour and won't hesitate to break your other hand," Kevin hissed out with a hand wrapped around her stomach.

"He hurt you!" Nick blurted out, eyes wide. "When we stayed over you were a mess because of him and I know you can take care of yourself, but you're still my sister." By the time his speech was winding down he was looking at the floor.

Kevin sniffled and made 'come here' gestures. Nick headed over and found himself in a tight hug and words being whispered at him.

"Idiot little brother," Kevin sniffled against his head. "And thanks for defending my honor."

Nick just nodded against her body and they broke up after a couple of minutes.

"Aw, family love," Joe cooed at them.

Kevin was about to flip him the finger when three things happened. She remembered her father was in the room. So was Frankie. And another contraction had just hit.

"Owwwww," She groaned. The tall guy that she heard be called Gabe was immediately by her side and offering his hand.

She latched onto it immediately.

"There we go," Gabe grinned at her.

"Why are you here again?" Senior asked, watching Gabe help Kevin.

"Your lovely wife, Sir," Gabe said and winced when Kevin squeezed extra hard. "She told me to stay, so staying I am." He grimaced a little at the slight pain he was experiencing. "You got yourself a scary awesome wife."

"That's an understatement," Joe muttered.

Senior blinked and just shook his head as she sat down next to Danielle.

Gabe just grinned brightly.

Soon, Kevin was flopping against her bed, breathing harshly as the contraction rode out. She let go of Gabe's hand.

He shook feeling back into it. "Feel better?"

Kevin shook her head, panting out of breath. "I really want the good drugs right now."

Gabe chuckled and offered her some ice chips, which she chewed on. "Want me to go find the doctor for you?"

"Please," Kevin asked, grabbing his arm. "I barely know you and you've been a sea of calm in this craziness."

Gabe was warmed by that declaration.

"I'll be right back," Gabe promised her and hurried out of the room to find a doctor.

"Do we really need him in here, Kev?" Danielle asked.

Kevin sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back into the pillow. She had been at this for a couple of hours and it felt like so much longer. "Dani, you're being mean; Dad, Nick, Joe and Frankie just got here. And Mom disappeared with Mike, so yeah, I kind of want him here."

Danielle looked at Kevin apologetically but Kevin didn't see it.

"Kevin? Do you want more ice chips?"

Kevin opened her eyes to see Frankie looking at her worriedly. "That would be awesome, Frankster."

Frankie grinned at her, grabbed her empty cup and went to go find some ice chips for her.

"Joe, go with Frankie," Senior ordered, nodding at his son.

"Right away!" Joe saluted his Dad and hurried after his brother; Leaving her in the room with Dad, Nick and Dani. This was going to be fun.

"Do you need anything?" Senior asked her as he wandered over.

Kevin shook her head weakly. "I just want ice chips and rest."

Senior smiled at her gently and ran a hand over her sweaty curls. "My brave girl."

"Don't forget the really good drugs," Danielle pointed out with a grin.

Kevin chuckled weakly. "That too."

Joe and Frankie arrived first with ice chips, followed by Gabe.

Kevin sat up a bit.

"The doctor will be by in a few minutes," Gabe promised her.

Kevin nodded and then looked at her Dad. "Any word on Mom and Mike?" she asked.

"They're just finishing up," Senior said, holding up his phone so Kevin could see the text.

Kevin nodded and tried to get comfortable, but another labour pain lanced across her stomach and she let out a whimper of pain.

Senior immediately let her hold onto his hand. "You squeeze tight, baby girl. This hand has lasted through four pregnancies."

A small smile graced Kevin’s lips as she held on.

She was just squeezing tightly as Mike and her Mom entered the room, the doctor and a nurse trailing behind them.

"Alright, I need everyone out of the room," the Doctor ordered as the nurse carried a tray over.

"I want my Mom to stay," Kevin asked the doctor.

The doctor nodded. "That's fine. We'll just be checking how far you've come along and then we'll administer the drugs."

Kevin nodded as Senior ushered everyone out of the room as Denise came by Kevin's bed to hold her hand.

Denise held Kevin's hand as the doctor checked on Kevin's progress.

The doctor smiled as he shifted the sheet down. "You're doing good. At least a few more hours to go."

Kevin looked at her doctor incredulously. "A few more hours?"

"Babies take time," Denise said patting Kevin's shoulder.

"I want this baby out now," Kevin groaned as the doctor prepared the epidural.

Denise chuckled as she held Kevin's hand. "What every mother wants."

Kevin sighed loudly as the doctor and nurse came over. "All right, Mrs. Jonas, lean forward and this will be over before you know it."

"You try leaning over," Kevin grunted as she tried to comply with the request.

She was bent over as far as she could go. Kevin felt the rubber gloves touching her exposed back and then something cold wiping an area down.

"Now, there's going to be a pinch," the doctor explained. "Try not to move around."

Kevin nodded and braced herself.

It was more than a pinch. It felt like a hot poker being shoved down her spine as she screamed in pain.

Then the drugs kicked in just as the door burst open and Mike came running in.

"Kevin!"

"Ooooh," Kevin moaned appreciatively as the drugs took hold and she was lowered gently onto the bed.

"Kevin?" Mike asked worried as he hovered over her.

"The drugs are just taking effect," the doctor explained.

"The epidural?" Mike asked as the others finally trailed in.

The doctor nodded. "She'll feel floaty for a bit, but it will help take the edge off when she does give birth."

Danielle was over at Kevin's side. "You feeling okay, Kev?"

"I feel all floaty," Kevin giggled as she wiggled her fingers at Danielle and then leaned in close. "Drugs are awesome."

Joe laughed. "Oh man, better not let the press hear that!"

"Joseph! Stop teasing your sister," Denise said firmly and looked at everyone. "This is going to take a while. I want everyone to grab something to eat, grab a couple of hours to nap and then come back."

Mike just plunked himself down on a chair. "I'm not leaving."

Denise looked at him approvingly.

Gabe sighed. "I'll grab you something to eat, Mike. And then I'm heading home for a bit. Want me to grab you anything from there?"

Mike shook his head and wiggled his cell. "I'm good."

Denise herded the rest out of the room, giving food orders to her husband for herself.

Once again, Mike was left along with Denise, but at least Kevin was in the room.

He watched Kevin be fascinated by her hand. Okay, so she was sort of here.

"Doing all right there, Kevin?" Mike asked as he watched Kevin.

Kevin rolled her head to the side and looked at Mike. She gave half a glare. "You're still here? Why're you here? You're mean."

Denise sighed. "He's here because he cares, Kevin."

"Pfft," Kevin raspberried them. "He only wants to know about the baby."

Denise looked like she was ready to protested, but Mike shook his head. Let Kevin get it out of her system and then when the drugs wore off and the baby was born, the two could talk.

It was hard to reason with anyone when they were that high.

Mike knew. Experienced it and had to deal with people like that as well.

He shared a look with Denise. They were in for a long day.

It was hour twenty into Kevin's labour and two food runs later when she was finally ready to give birth.

Mike barely remembered it, except there was a lot of screaming, Kevin cussing the doctor out and her squeezing the life out of his and Denise's hand.

The others had been scared out of the room by Kevin and Denise, telling them to wait outside when the doctor announced it was time for Kevin to start pushing.

But now, Mike's entire world was focused on the tiny cry that permeated the delivery room.

"You have a baby girl," the doctor announced, holding up the screaming, squalling baby.

Mike blinked as he took her in.

"Would the Daddy like to cut the cord?" the nurse asked as she held out a pair of sister.

Mike nodded and took them carefully. He snipped the cord free.

"Let me see her!" Kevin demanded, red faced and panting.

"They're just going to clean her up and then you can hold her, darling," Denise murmured as she kissed Kevin's sweaty brow.

"She's beautiful, KJ," Mike said softly, looking at Kevin in wonder. They had made that.

Kevin nodded tiredly and kept looking, trying to get a glimpse of her daughter. There was a mention of the third stage of labour and Kevin was barely aware of the afterbirth.

Soon, the doctor was bringing her over and putting her into Kevin's arms.

The baby was screaming her lungs out.

"Oh, oh!" Kevin said as she stared at her daughter in wonder, bouncing her gently. "I know it's cold out here. But I have you."

Mike approached warily but Kevin didn't seem inclined to send him away. She actually beckoned him closer.

"Look at what we made, Mike," she said over their daughter's screaming.

"Yeah," Mike said softly and then reached over to run his finger down her nose. The baby girl started to quiet down.

Kevin blinked and looked at Mike who was just focused on the baby. Completely focused and looking at their daughter with such love in his eyes.

"Mrs. Jonas?"

Kevin looked up at the nurse who was grinning at them. "Yes?"

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

Kevin looked down at her daughter and then at Mike. Mike gave a smirk. "Well, Gabe did mention something about how it was a girl either Gabriella or Gabrielle would work."

Kevin rolled her eyes and looked at the nurse. "Um, not yet. But I'll have a name for you later on."

The nurse nodded and left them to their private family time.

"She is so adorable!" Denise squealed as she looked at her granddaughter.

Kevin nodded as she held her daughter close. "I have no idea what to name her," she sighed.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," Mike said.

Kevin blinked at him.

Before Kevin could say anything else, the nurse came back into the room.

"Okay Mrs. Jonas. Now we need to take Baby Jonas away for a bit to do standard tests and make sure she's fit and healthy."

"Is there something wrong with her?" Kevin asked worriedly.

The nurse just shook her head. "It's just standard routine in case anything was missed during the nine months of pregnancy and while your baby is getting cleaned and looked after, we'll get you stitched up and get you into your recovery room."

Mike looked at them confused. "Why does Kevin need stitches?"

As one, the three females turned and looked at Mike.

"Yes, well, why don't you go with the nurse while they clean your daughter up and the doctor will handle things in here with your wife and your mother-in-law," the nurse said and hustled Mike out of the room to his protests.

Kevin groaned as her baby was taken away to get cleaned up and taken care of. "Mike is an idiot."

"Yes, well," Denise hummed and anything else said was cut off by the doctor entering the room to stitch Kevin up.

Kevin was not looking forward to this.

It didn't take long for Kevin to be stitched up. She only required three.

The epidural was removed carefully and then she was wheeled to her recovery room where the rest of her family was waiting.

All Kevin wanted to do was have her baby beside her and sleep.

She was so tired.

Joe had a bunch of balloons proudly proclaiming 'It's a Girl' and Nick was holding a pink teddy bear.

Frankie though, was holding a yellow plush duck.

Kevin had to giggle at how ridiculous they looked.

"You guys," Kevin chuckled and motioned for them to come over.

They approached with their presents and Kevin pulled them in for a hug. "You three are adorable."

"Of course we are," Joe grinned as he handed his balloons over to his mother to hug Kevin easily.

"I'm always adorable," Frankie piped up as he presented his plush duck.

Kevin chuckled and lightly tapped Frankie's nose, letting her brothers go. "Of course you are."

Nick scowled at them and held out his pink teddy bear. "For my niece."

"I'm sure she'll love it, Nick," Kevin said solemnly as she took the bear and tucked it against her side. She was so tired. She wanted a nap.

She settled herself more into her bed as she watched her family, her eyes closing as she drifted off.

It had been a very long day.

When she woke next, she had the teddy bear clasped in her arm and the room was dim.

Kevin stretched out and winced at the ache and pains of her body.

"Kevin?"

She looked to see Mike in the room, holding their daughter.

"Hey," she said hoarsely, trying to sit up.

Mike instantly put their daughter into the bed that had been provided into the room and helped her sit up.

"Thanks," Kevin said as she tried to get her bearings. "Where is everyone?"

"They left a couple of hours ago," Mike explained. "Took pictures of the baby, you," he chuckled.

Kevin narrowed her eyes. "Joe, Frankie and Nick are dead men."

"It was mostly your Mom," Mike said with a grin.

Kevin sighed and looked at where her daughter was. Seeing where she was looking, Mike headed over to the bed, picked her up carefully and brought her over to Kevin to hold.

Accepting the precious bundle, Kevin melted at the sight of her daughter.

"So."

She looked up to see Mike rocking on his heels, staring at them.

"So," she replied back.

"We need to talk," Mike said, looking at the two."

Kevin nodded, careful not to jostle the baby. "Yeah, I guess we do."

Carefully pulling the chair over, Mike sat down and looked at Kevin.

"Why?" She asked.

Mike blinked and ran a hand through his short. "Why is a very good question to start off with," he said.

Kevin didn't say anything as she kept staring at Mike.

"I fucked up," Mike said simply, rubbing his hands on his thighs. "I thought I was protecting you from myself because things started to feel more serious."

Kevin didn't say anything, just continued to stare at him.

"And I realize now how badly I hurt you and I'm sorry," Mike apologized, ducking his head.

“You did hurt me.”

Mike glanced up quickly. “I –“

“I’m talking right now, Mike,” Kevin said firmly, spearing him with a look. She inhaled slowly. “You did hurt me. You didn’t give me a chance to explain anything and I couldn’t believe this was the same person I had met.” She cuddled her baby closer. “I was devastated.”

“I’m sorry,” Mike said softly.

“I know,” Kevin sighed as she sat up a bit more. “You know, after our discussion in that hotel hallway, I decided I didn’t want my baby to know you. I didn’t want her or him to know how much of a jerk their father was.” She ran light fingers over her daughter’s small mop of hair. “But we made this Mike. You and me, and now that she’s here, I don’t think I can stand by that decision anymore.”

Mike sat up a little in surprise.

“I’m not saying we’re getting back together or anything like that,” Kevin smiled at him sadly. “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. I won’t be hurt again, Mike.”

He swallowed past the lump in his throat and nodded. “I understand.”

“With that said, I do want you in her life,” Kevin said. “I want her to know her father.”

“I won’t let you down,” Mike was quick to promise but Kevin shook her head. “You won’t let her down.” Mike nodded. “I won’t let you or her down.”

Kevin smiled at him and held up their daughter. “Why don’t you come greet her properly, Mike?”

Mike smiled and stood up, leaning over as he prepared to press a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

“Amelia.”

Mike paused. “Huh?”

“Amelia Denise Jonas-Carden,” Kevin declared as she smiled. “That’s her name.”

“Amelia, huh?” Mike said to himself. He completed the kiss. “Welcome to the world, Amelia.”

THE END.

PART 1 // MASTERPOST