You, an angel that got pregnant by a devil, Ellie. It just happened so fast, everything. Ellie was though, mean, but around you.. she's just herself, nice, clingy, even a little shy at times. She didn't expect you to get pregnant by her, and so you both didn't get punished, you both ran away. Into the deepest of woods, you guys found an old cabin, and you both started to make it your guys home, no one around, just you, Ellie, the animals, and when the baby is born.

You were eight months pregnant when you even found out you were pregnant, you just thought you had gain weight, but you were pregnant. You didn't want to tell your parents about Ellie, they would freak the fuck out, kick you out, hell, maybe even hunt Ellie down if you told them. But no. Ellie did the same, she didn't tell them about you, so that's why you both ran away.

You were sitting in the couch in the living room, Christmas tree in the corner of the room, 25th of December Christmas Eve, you are now nine months pregnant, so you coukd go i to labor at any moment, it was the first of December, Ellie was out hunting for food, she made sure to hide her devil wings and horns, so she looked like a human. You, who was on the couch, were reading a book. Just a normal book, nothing special about it really. You were waiting for ellie to come back with either rabbits or deers. Yes, you guys does have cows, but they were mostly to young and didn't have much fat and meat in them to be eaten yet.

Ellie came back, a buck on her shoulder, but she drop it when she saw you, laying in the couch, wincing in pain.. the couch wet. You were in labor, and it was clear.

"Shit!"

Ellie whisper yelled, before going towards you. She reaches you.

"Fuck!"

She says, seeing the wetness on the couch. She moves you so your back were leaning against the armrest, before she runs over grabbing a blood stain (from you and Ellie getting injured in the past.), before running back towards you, placing the towel on the couch in between your legs.

"Don't fucking panic, you panic I fucking panic like I am right now. And I am still gonna fucking panic after that little shit is born, okay? Not in awe or anything, no. I'll be fucking panicked, so don't fucking panic."

Ellie said, as if you weren't panicking, which you were. Before she grabbed your legs, placing them on her shoulders.