I Need You, Lucifer

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"Got the mother fucker" Oliver holds up his knife.

"Not before he-"

The man flips them over and stabs him.

"Oh fuck you, Tagger!" Oliver kills the man and stands up. "I'm working on my reflexes"

"You kinda suck. And, kinda not muscular" I pat him on the back.

"Oh whatever, my little brother is so much buffer than me, wa wa wa" he rolls his eyes.

"You'll get em next time, yeah?" I put my gun in my waistband and walk into the house.

"Just a thought, I don't know, shut your mouth?" Callie raises her eyebrows at Nick.

I laugh. "Hey, love"

"Hey, sorry, Nick and I are having DISAGREEMENT!" she throws a spoon at Nick.

"Hey, sorry, Callie is BEING A PREGNANT BITCH!" Nick throws the spoon right back.

"I really, really regret moving out and giving Nick the privileges to the spare key" I sit down.

"I better head home. You guys uh, settle this" Oliver says before running out.

"When I say you're stupid, YOU'RE STUPID!" Callie stomps.

"When I say you're being dramatic, YOU'RE BEING DRAMATIC!" Nick stomps to mock her.

"Would you two just stop bothering each other? I just walked in and-" two spoons are thrown at me "alright, NiCoLaS, GO HOME TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND"

"Gladly" he sticks his nose up and leaves the house.

"Thank GOD" Callie sits down.

I laugh. "How was your day, love?"

"Miserable! My feet are so swollen and it's hard to walk" she sighs.

"I'm sorry, hun. Wanna lay down and watch It Chapter two?" I walk past her, grabbing a piece of bread.

"Once you eat a full meal and not just bread" she chuckles, ruffling my hair and grabbing a pot, filling it up with water.

A smile grows on my face as I watch her hand brush down her huge belly.

It's been nine months, we moved out, and our baby boy is due anyway now!

Yeah, we're having a little son! And we're naming him Gunner!

A name I've had since I was seventeen when I decided I wanted as many kids as I can get.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I notice Callie winch in pain, holding her chest.

"What's wrong?" I stand up.

"Just-" she whines and drops everything.

"Fuck! What's going on?!" I look around as if we still lived at mama and dads house. She starts to cry and I try to form words and try to not touch her. "Baby, I cant do anything if you don't tell me!"

"I don't know, Archer! My heart is pounding, I-I'm so hot and I feel light headed" she cries.

"Okay, okay! I'll got it! Just, uh,-"

"You don't know what to do, Tagg! Please just calm the am-"

"Ambulance, yeah, I knew that!" I pull out my phone with shaky hands.

My call immediately goes through and I explain everything, that we're first time parents, that she's nine months pregnant, her symptoms, everything.

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