A/N yet another part, hope its intresting, big thankx to all you read and a speacil thnx to those who've replied, u inspire me to go on and do my best. anyway this is mostly just a start to the pregnancy, hope it isn;t boring or to sappy. but as always i hope you enjoy and thanxs for reading. replys let me know whats good and what needs some change.

It was dark out, Skye realized as he opened his eyes, there only light in the room was from the fireplace which was still burning. He could feel the fingers of Creeds left hand running through his hair, his right rubbing gntle circles on his hip.

"You're awake my love",Creed said and Skye sighed, "Mmhmm, how long was I asleep",he ask and when Creed didn't answer right away Skye rolled until he lay on top of the larger man/reaper and looked at him. It was dark however and he grunted as he moved to feel for the lamp.

A strong arm around his waist stopped him, "Look prick I don't know if you needthe light to see or not but I do",he said slightly annoyed. Creed turned on the light with a sigh. "You're right I don't need the light to see but if it makes you happy...",he trailed off.

Skye frowned, "Whats wrong",he demanded and got a slight smile. "Nothing to worry your lovely head over I assure you",the reaper replied as he moved his large hands up and down the sides of Skyes waist before coming to lock around his back.

"Fine whatever, don't tell me, its not like we know each other anyway. I mean we've only slept together twice",Skye said sarastically. Creed sighed, "You're exactly right, we know barely more then nothing of one another and we have created a child together".

Skye let the words sink in then his eyes widened, "You mean i'm. Already, so soon, you can tell?"he ask puzzled. Creed nodded slowly and reached a hand to caress to Skyes long raven black hair.

"My dear, reaper children; even those half human; are not like mortal births. You will carry for six months instead of nine, you will swell quicker, how much depends on how your body adapts",he sighed. "There is so much that could go wrong and I was so determined to make you my mate that I ignored what could be consquences ".

Sye blinked and rolled to his side on the bed thinking, even as Creed remained silent and continued to stroke his hair. "You imply that there could be consquences; whatever they may be; but that doesn't mean there will be",he said looking up Creed who nodded thoughfully.

"We will have to be careful, you'll have to be careful, for your own sake as well as the baby. The child maybe half reaper but it isn't immortal until he or she is grown and mature. The child will also demand more nutrition and you will need rest. I'll not leave you unless completely nessasary".

Skye smiled and sat up, "Okay, I think we have things to discuss then", he rubbed a hand over his still flat belly. "Like what exactly I need to watch for, what I should or shouldn't feel. I don't know about you, but I've never had a kid before and i'm both scared to death and as excited as hell".

Creed stroked a thumb across Skye's bottom lip, "You are truely a treasure that was worth waiting for",he said fondly. "We do have much to discuss, the baby, ourselves, I wish to know everything about you".

Skye nodded his eyes curious, "Oh Yeah! Me to, I wanna know all there is to know about you so that I can get a better understanding of what to exspect with this kid". He expression turned to one of sudden concern and Creed decided he did not like that look on his beloveds face. "What troubles you my sweet",he ask gently.

Skye snorted, "Seriously stop with all the lovey dovey sap, I like it at times, but not all the time",he said. "Another thing is, I don't want to be treated like a fragile little flower either",he sighed. "But I'll admitt, I was wondering, are you gonna take the kid away, cause I if i'm carrying him or her I wanna be part of their life".

Creed laughed and shook his head, "I'd just as soon die as leave you, and as for our child, he or she will know us both, I'll see to that no matter what",he kissed Skye passionatly until the ravenette sank into the bed. Creed then pulled the covers over him, "Sleep now, you will need all your rest",he said, then whispered. "Morning sickness will happen soon.' Skye yawned sleepily, "Bring it on",he challenged then drifted to sleep in Creeds arms.

A/N- this more of a filler then anything lol, but i think was need, anywayi also progressed the pregnancy a little more, i'm not a 100 percent happy with it but i think it'll do, I sure you all think so to, replay to let me know what ya think plz, you're enjoyment is hat i write for after all.

Creed had sensed that something was wrong the minute he walked into the door. Dropping the bags he held he flew up the stairs and found Skye unconscious and his lips painted the same crimson that now spotted the white tile. “What I have done”, Creed ask himself as he lifted the unconscious young man and carried him to their room.

It was some hours later that Skye awoke, he felt heavy and weightless at the same time, a slight but persistent ache in his belly. Creed was sitting a black arm chair in the corner of the room, his gaze never leaving Skye’s face, but his own was pained.

“Did I loose the baby Creed”, he ask voice fearful, exhaust, and overall melancholic as he touched his stomach with a shaking hand. Creed shook his head, and gave him a soft sad smile, “No my love, you did not miscarry our child, it is merely growing at a rate in which is nothing short of a shock to your body”.

Skye felt relief wash over him at hearing he still carried their baby, he sighed, “That’s good, I thought I had done something wrong”.  Creed got up and crossed the room it a slow pace. “It was nothing you done, I assure you”.

Skye sighed, “I can hear everything you want to say but aren’t, you think I’m too weak to carry this kid don’t you”, he accused and Creed shook his head, “I don’t think that you are weak, your will is strong, but I do not believe your body will handle this well and I think perhaps we should have waited till you were stronger”.

Skye narrowed his eyes and sat up with a wince, “You prick, you say I’m not weak, then say I am in the same sentence, contradicting b**tard it’s the same thing”. He got out of bed and shoved a surprised Creed with surprising strength.

“Lets get something straight here lover, I’m going to carry this kid till he or she is ready to be born and I don’t give a sh*t what happens to me in the process”, he growled into Creeds face. “You said you’d be here no matter what and if you even think of doing what your eyes imply then I swear I’ll shove your very own scythe through your black heart”, he threatened.

Creeds frowned when he realized what Skye thought he had implied, “You think I would even suggest harming our child”, he ask hurt and Skye frowned. “You weren’t”, he challenged.

“No, I would never, I meant only that I should have waited till our bond was stronger, the pregnancy wouldn’t be quiet as difficult then”, he explained and Skye flushed. “Oh, well then I guess I over reacted”, he shrugged.

Creed smiled, he felt a surge of pride, Skye was fiercely protective of their child already and he earlier warning was nothing short of frightfully convincing. The idea of Skye being able to see his scythe was a surprise. It was very rare that a reapers mate; a human mate at least; seeing a scythe was nearly unheard of but it gave Creed a glimmer of hope.

“What did you mean when you said you could see my scythe”, he questioned, “What does it look like to you”. He wanted to know if Skye was truly seeing his weapon.

Skye had been rubbing a hand over his belly amazed that he could feel a bump being when he still couldn’t see it, but it was there he was sure; when Creeds question caught his attention. He stared at the reaper, “You have it put away or something right now, but I’ve seen it when you’re yourself ya know”.

He tilted his head as he thought, he hand still rubbing over his belly, “Its long, about as tall as you are and very thin”, he said finally. “At the top there is two forked blades. Its neat looking, but I like the other one better”.

“The other one?” “What other one”, Creed ask. “The one that is one long thin curved blade attached to a black chain, its so much cooler”, Skye said then smiled, “I’m going to get something to eat, me and baby are hungry”, he walked into the kitchen leaving Creed stunned and thinking.

Skip a few weeks

The next few weeks was a rollercoaster of things, Skye was more nauseous and got violently ill if and when he ate something he wanted but the baby didn’t. It was trial and error in finding what was appropriate and what wasn’t. Skye’s nausea had lightened but then would return more forceful, more painful, and always ending in him loosing blood and sometimes consciousness.

Skye however seemed excited when he had started showing, a bump beginning to take over where flatness had been. He also found that his belly button was somewhat sensitive. “Its gonna pop out at some point, ever wonder why it does that”, he ask Creed as he pulled up his t-shirt and examined his navel.

“I’ve really never thought about that to be honest”, Creed answered, looking amused as he watched his mate. “But I think I cannot wait to see you once it has, there is something very arousing at that thought”, he said, voice seductively low and smoky.

Skye shivered, “You kinky prick, stop teasing, you said we couldn’t cause of the stress or something stupid like that remember”, he pouted then shook his head. “Whatever I wanna cuddle, stupid hormones, move over”, he said as he dropped into Creeds lap and buried his face into the reapers neck.

Skye trailed little kisses all over Creeds throat, up his jaw, and along his ear, “Creed”, he said softly. “I want to touch your scythe, I want to hold it, there’s something about it that calls to me”, he said.

“My love I don’t think that would be wise”, he warned. Skye buried his nose in the reapers dark hair, his breath hot against Creeds ear. “I don’t think it’ll hurt me. Please Creed, my lover, father of my child, my mate”.

Creed shivered at the words, his hair turning its natural white, his skin growing cold, but that did nothing to lessen the heat that pooled in his belly at persuasive words. He summoned his scythe and held it out to his beloved.

“I want the other one”, Skye whispered, and Creed shi head confused, “This is the only one I have, and have had since I was born into this life”. Skye frowned, “But its chain is wrapped around the base of your own”, he argued but Creed couldn’t see a chain, nothing other then own scythe. “I’m sorry Skye, this is my scythe as it is, can you not touch it”, he ask.

Skye nodded, “I can feel it but I can’t separate them”, he sighed in frustration. “Maybe it just won’t work for me because I’m human”. “You touch it and you’re human that is more then even some reapers can say”, Creed told him.

Skye sighed and leaned his head back against Creeds shoulder, “Maybe I’m just seeing things then, you’d know your own scythe wouldn’t you”, Creed nodded and turned his head so that he could press his lips against Skye’s, his hand sliding up the shirt Skye wore so that it rested on the rounding bulge that was their child.

Skye’s seeing a scythe that he could not worried him and he could keep the thought of the reason being form his mind. But it was impossible wasn’t it, it had been nearly two hundred years since a similar thing had happened and it hadn’t gone well for the ones involved.

 a/n i know its short but hopefully i'll have more soon and can start getting more of the pregnancy then the birth, i'm still thinking about how thats goona go so i hope ya bare with me and keep reading, i'll update whenever possible, thnx again for ur reading and support

A/N- This is the last chapter, its finally finished, YAY, lol, anyway thnks to everyone who has followed this story through, you guys know who are and ur simply fantastic, I hope you enjoy this, cause like i've said before you're enjoyment is my goal. Please ignore all mistakes and mispellings, my computers is very helpful when its come helping me out. Anywayhere it is and now onto the story...

Creed had never felt panic before that night. Skye lay in bad, his breath coming in short pained gasp; his hair was soaked in sweat and face contorted in pain. “Make it stop, oh please Creed make it stop”, he pleaded, then let out a blood curdling scream.

Creed threw the covers off of Skye’s body and if it were possible he would have paled at the pool of blood that stained the silken white sheets crimson.

‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, was a continuous sound that fell from Skye’s lips for the next few hours, he grew weaker as the pain grew more and more intense. Skye was deathly pale and his eyes glazed even as tears rolled down his colorless cheeks.

Creed saw that Skye was ready to push and prayed that he had the strength to do so. “My love, it is time for you to bring our child into this world, you must push with the next contraction, do you understand”, he ask softly from his place between the humans spread knees and Skye nodded weakly.

The next contraction came sooner then Skye hoped and he fisted the sheets beneath him and screamed as he pushed, his back arching with the pain he felt. He fell back when the contraction passed and buried his face into damp pillows to weep. He was scared and the pain he felt was indescribable.

“My Beloved, you are doing so well, take a breath and get ready to push once again”, Creed encouraged and Skye growled in frustration but it was so weak that it sounded more like a mew.

The next contraction hurt worst then the previous and the scream that escaped Skye’s lips was horrifying, as were his next words, “Cr, Creed, Creed, something is wrong”, he sobbed, “something is, is wrong, its hurts so much, it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.

The scream stopped only because Skye couldn’t seem to get anymore air and his lips where beginning to turn a sickly shade of white and blue.

“Skye, Skylar, you must breathe”, Creed said quickly moving to him and touching his face, horrified at the coolness of his vaguely flushed skin.

Skye took a small gulp of air followed only by another, he untangled a hand from the sheets he’d been gripping and brought it up close so that he could touch Creeds cheek.

“I can’t deliver him myself, I’m broken inside”, he whimpered in pain, “Do what you must to save him, don’t think of me but only our son”, he begged softly as his eyes heavy lidded and half-mast.

“I’m so tired Creed, so cold”, he took a shuddering breath, “Promise me I’ll see our son before I’m gone, even if I can never hold him, I want to see him”.

Creed cradled the hand against his cheek and turned to kiss the palm, “I promise you that you will not only see him, but you indeed hold him in your arms”.

Skye opened his mouth but only moaned in discomfit and tears leaked from his eyes to mix with the blood that had started to trickle from his nose. Creeds heart stopped when he saw scarlet stain his lips and his eyes slide closed.

“No my love”, Creed pleaded squeezing his hand, “Hold on, please hold on as long as you can, I will see our son born and your life saved”.

He wasted no time in pulling one long sharp nail across the delicate bruised flesh of the mound that housed their son. Blood welled and poured down, staining pale skin and sheets and Creeds hands as he reached into his mate and pulled their child free.

The child was covered in blood and squirming in Creeds hands, he was screaming in protest of the loss of warmth his fathers’ womb had supplied.  Creed quickly cut the cord separating father and child before wrapping the wailing infant in a blanket.

Skye was very close to death but he stubbornly opened his eyes at the sound of his child’s cries, he saw him in Creeds arms and tears of joy replaced those of pain.

A sudden wave of jealousy began to numb the pain slightly at the sight of Creed holding their child, he wanted to hold him, and he deserved to see him grow.

Creed smiled at the look in his mates’ eyes and laid the child on the bed between pillows to keep him safe, he knew that look bent close to Skye. “You will not regret this love, soon you shall be with me and our son forever”, he whispered and summoning his scythe he stood.

With an apologetic look he plunged the scythe deep into Skye’s chest and heart before pulling it out and holding the bloody dripping blade in the air as he pulled a chain from his under his shirt and uncapped the miniature hourglass and held it under the scythe sharp point.

Blood dripped into the glass and turned to sparking crimson dust as Creed recapped it, “I now hold your life and death in my hands, I only hope that you will remember my promise when you awake”, he said and bent to kiss the icy lips of his beloved.

Picking up the infant who had ceased his crying at Skye’s death, Creed headed for another room where he could properly care for the newborn and leave his mate to his final rest.

He turned and looked at the motionless figure on the blood stained bed and tears burned his eyes once again, but he could not bring himself to feel regret.

Instead he turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind him and with his son disappeared into the next room.

It had been nothing short of a surprise when an icy cold black chain wrapped around his throat and jerked him away from the infant’s bassinet. “Get away from my son”, said that oh so familiar voice, that had only a day earlier been screaming in agonizing pain.

Creed had managed to free himself from the chain, his scythe held poised in front of him, as he stood defensively in front of his sleeping son.

Creeds heart sped at the sight of Skye’s new appearance, his hair was wild around his handsome face, and his skin had the look of marble. His once pink lips were black and parted to show a pair of wickedly sharp fangs. But it was Skye’s eyes that were the most frightening, they were icy white around his black pupils and it was clear that he did not recognize Creed at that moment.

The scythe that Skye held in a hand was the one he’d told Creed of when he’d been carrying their child. Two long thin crescent shaped blades hanging from a very long black chain that wrapped around Skye’s arms and down onto the floor.

“I’ll not tell you again. Get away from my son”, Skye growled deep and threateningly, he stalked closer but Creed didn’t back away. “He is my child as well, you have forgotten, you weren’t always as you are, you were human, only yesterday in fact”, he said and in good faith moved away from the infant, but only a short distance.

Skye looked down at the child and reached inside to touch him, stopping once he noticed that his nails were long and sharp and likely to harm the child.

“I can’t even touch my own child”, he whispered brokenly, “Not without fear of harming him”. He looked up and his gaze was like icy daggers. “You’ve done this to me and I demand to know why”.

“I did do it”, Creed admitted, “But only because you are my mate and I would not loose you, that child, your son, is my son as well, he ours together, you were dieing and I made a promise to save you for his sake. It was a promise you ask me to keep in your final breath”.

Skye looked back at his son once again and realized that he would have indeed demanded such a promise for the sake of his child, but he just couldn’t remember the other reaper even if he claimed to be his mate, his child’s fathers.

“This is yours”, Creed said gently as he approached Skye, in his hand a miniature hourglass on a silver chain. Inside the glass was sparkling crimson dust. “Your blood, your human life as it once was”, Creed explained as he placed the glass and chain in Skye’s hand.

Skye curled his hand around the glass and sighed as memories flashed through his mind and crimson tears began to fall down his cheeks. He turned and nearly threw himself into the other reapers arms, “I am so very sorry, I know now you did it only because I ask it of you”.

Creed shook his head and kissed Skye’s soft lips, “Not only because you ask of it me, but because I could not bare the thought of this timeless existence without you”.

Skye sighed and pressed his lips back to Creeds; he sighed as he pulled away and looked longingly to where their son lay. “I have yet to hold him, and I fear I will hurt him if I try to pick him up”, he said holding out a hand and Creed smiled. “Think of how you once were and release the calm you feel”.

Skye did as told and when he opened his eyes, he saw that his hands where as they had been, the nails short and harmless. A cry brought his attention to his son and he made his way quickly to the infant and reached inside the bassinet and picked him up, cradling him in his arms.

The child quieting at once and Skye smiled and kissed the little tuff of dark curls, “He’s so small and perfect”, Skye said with adoring pride. Creed nodded, “How could he be anything less when he came from you”.

Skye rolled his eyes but said nothing of that comment, instead he ask, “Have you named him?”

“No”, Creed said as he touched the baby’s small head, “I wanted us to name him together, you will pick his first name, I his middle”. Sky nodded in agreement, “I choose Aaron”. “And I choose James”, Creed added.

“Welcome to forever Aaron James Tanner, your destiny is just beginning”, Creed said then looked at Skye who smiled as he cradled the baby close to his chest. “I for one look forward to forever with my mate and child”.

Skye grinned, “Forever is a long time, and child may just turn into children”.

A/N so how was it, did ya like, I certinaly hope so, reply if ya would and let me, thnx again and if you did like this then look for more stories that are to come in the furture. You guys are Great :D