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A Moth Into A Butterfly	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Criss Angel. This is a work of fiction. I make no money off it.

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AN: Sorry I haven't written in so long (DRAAAAAAMA DRAMAMAAMAMAMAAMAMAMAM and the flu), but here's something at the very least. And I don't know if this is REALLY how they first start to hear the heartbeat, but I wasn't ready for her to have an ultrasound yet... Soon.

Marilyn was sitting on the couch, twisting her fingers. Criss was due to show up as soon as shooting was over. She was due at the doctor in an hour, and if she was late, they'd give her appointment away. And she wanted to go TODAY, because TODAY was a Big Day. Why was he running late, anyway? Why was he always running late with that stupid show?

“Babe?” Criss poked his head inside. Marilyn jumped off the couch, face splitting into a grin.

“Oh, good! Are you ready to go?”

“We're not due for another hour. It only takes like, fifteen minutes to get over there.” he stepped inside, slipping off his jacket. “Are there any leftovers from dinner last night? I'm starving and missed lunch.”

“Yes,” Marilyn plopped back down with a sigh. She wanted to be early. She didn't want to run into traffic.

“We'll leave as soon as I finish this.” he promised, popped a plate of lamb chops into the microwave for a minute. “Why are you so eager about this appointment, anyway?”

“It's important.” she mumbled.

“Why?”

“They're important, Criss. I'm pregnant. I am responsible for another human being. But it's not like baby sitting where I can just pop a DVD into the player and put the kid down in front of it. The baby is INSIDE me. So if there's something wrong, I actually have to find out and fix it. It isn't like I'm just sick, okay? DayQuil does not cure pregnancy.” Marilyn narrowed her eyes.

“All right, all right.” Criss said soothingly. He was biting his tongue, ready to snap at her. But JD, Costa, and his mother had all warned him against this. You don't argue with a pregnant woman, they all said.

“Why not?” Criss had asked, genuinely curious.

“Because you just won't win.” Costa had mumbled. “Please trust me on this one, little brother.”

Criss brought his plate back to the living room. Marilyn was wearing a huge white sweater and black leggings. He wondered how much longer she'd be able to get away with those. Already she had to give up her tiny high heeled shoes for the swelling in her feet and ankles.

“Here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a semi-melted Hershey's With Almonds. “Maybe you don't want it right now. I'd let it get all hard in the fridge again or something if I were you.”

“Oh, you remembered!” Marilyn, of course, seemed not to be worried about it at all and dug right in. Chocolate smeared at the corners of her lips. Criss took his empty plate and her wrapper to the kitchen while she delicately sucked off her finger tips.

“You're a mess.” he told her with a smile. She smiled sheepishly.

“I couldn't help it. I was dying for one.” he bent his head, kissing her tenderly, tasting the sweetness clinging to her lips.

“Are you ready to go to the doctor?” he wiped off her lips with a napkin. Together, they went out to the car.

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“There's... So many of them.” Criss mumbled as they parked it in the obstetrician's office. Marilyn gave him a look that was a mix of pity and love. She patted his knee and pulled a parenting magazine into her lap.

Criss looked around the office. Some of the women had stomachs out so far, he wondered when the last time they saw their feet was. Some had a few children with them. Some women had a happy look on their faces while others had a look of despair, of resignation.

To be fair, the latter group looked to be the most pregnant, and he didn't think that had to be particularly comfortable.

None of them had the same glow that Marilyn did. None of them looked quite as beautiful as she did.

“Marilyn?” A nurse opened a door. His girl rose, offered her hand. Happily, Criss took it and they walked together into the office.

The nurse asked questions, took notes. Yes, Marilyn was taking her prenatals, yes, the morning sickness had subsided. Yes, this was the baby's father, and what business was it of hers, anyway? The nurse shut up after that and snapped that the doctor would be in quite soon.

Criss helped her take off the sweater and lay on the table in just her bra and leggings.

“Think she knew me, babe?”

“Or she just didn't think I could get anyone as sexy as you?” Marilyn snorted before blushing. Criss bent to kiss her forehead when the doctor came in.

“So you're here for a check up and then you're going straight to the technician... I know you're probably eager for that, so let's just zip right on through this. Do either of you have any questions?” the doctor was off, poking and prodding, listening, spreading Marilyn's legs.

“Hey, wait a second---,” Criss began.

“Shush, it's okay.” Marilyn gave him a look that settled him right down. He held tightly onto her hand and glared at the doctor, though. She was getting more action that he was, and he had impregnated the girl in the first place

Before too long, they were handed a slip of paper and told to head on down the hall.

“What technician are we going to?” he asked as he followed along behind her. She just shook her head mysteriously.

“Hi, ready for the Doppler?” a young woman smiled. Marilyn smiled and laid down on a table.

“Doppler? What?” Criss stared.

“To hear the baby's heartbeat.” the woman explained patiently. Criss gasped and hurried to the table while the woman prepped the mother of his child. In a few seconds, everyone held their breath while a steady thumping filled the room.

“That's my baby?” Criss murmured.

“That's your baby's heartbeat,” the woman agreed. Marilyn looked up with a smile.

“See? I told you we couldn't be late for today.”

“Right,” Criss bent his head over Marilyn's so the technician wouldn't see the way his eyes were flooded with tears.
“I heard the heartbeat.”

The woman said nothing, only reached up and cupped the back of his head, enjoying this moment between them.
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