So this story slots in between chapters 5 & 6 of 'unInvited Guests'. It's a companion piece and it's at this time that I'd like to take a moment to apologize. Reading this and understanding everything that is going on herein means reading not one, or two, but FIVE [short] stories.

If you've read my 'Revy fix Rock fix Revy' tales, you're fine. If you clicked on this with no prior knowledge of any of those five stories, you're probably not going to understand much of what is going on :(

Over the past few weeks, I have been getting my ass kicked by this story. I've had it planned for months but only got the motivation to write it these past few weeks. I've changed a lot as a writer since I last wrote for this "series" and I hope those of you who have read and enjoyed my RfRfR tales can still enjoy this one.

On that note, I'd like to bid everyone a fond farewell as this will be my last planned Black Lagoon fic. I may still drop by every now and again with a random one-shot, but at what is now 12 fics for this archive, I've long overstayed my welcome.

So, without further ado; once again, I do not own Black Lagoon :)

"Rock, I love you but I swear to fucking Christ, if you don't move this fuckin' car I'm going to have these kids right fuckin' here!" Revy barked as her hands gently wrapped her large belly.

The moment they thought they'd lost for ever, the thing they'd never planned for but embraced so completely when it fell on them; it was finally here and as Rock recklessly tore through the country roads of upstate New York, he mentally prepared himself for what he knew was to come. Revy had come a long way since they had been together, and while he was able to take Revy out of Roanapur, he'd never get Revy out of Rebecca.

He racked his brain trying to think of a way to keep her calm without angering her, "Just try to concentrate on breathing."

"Grrr…" Here it comes, "…you sound like fucking Chinglish with that fucking bullshit. 'Breathing very important'," She replied in a heavy mocking accent.

"Just shut the fuck up and you concentrate on…" Her words dropped off as the first of what would soon be a long series of labor pains came to vocal fruition. Within a few moments, the pain that had built in her manifested into loud shriek.

"Are you alright?" Rock asked.

As both the pain and her scream faded, she replied, "Once they get these kids outta me, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, you hear me?!"

"Me?! What did I do?"

"I didn't get knocked up by my fuckin' self! YOU did this to me dipshit!"

Her doctor had warned Rock that she might get like this. Unfortunately, the doctor didn't know her as well as he did. Revy had threatened Rock's life so many times in the past but merely on a whim. While it didn't take much more than that for Revy to take a life, now that there was pain in the mix, he began to grow just a little nervous of her threats.

The car came to a screeching halt outside the Hospital and Rock immediately leapt from the car. He had notified the Hospital that they were en route and thankfully a nurse was waiting outside with a wheelchair to meet them.

As he came around to Revy's side of the car, he opened the door, very quick to receive more of her colorful vocabulary, "It's about fucking time dumb-ass!"

Rock and the nurse helped Revy out of the car and into the chair. As the nurse wheeled her into the hospital, Revy took in her surroundings, her eyes focusing for a moment on the in-hospital church as she shouted, "If I were you, I'd get in that fucking chapel and make your peace with God, Rock! I swear when I…" Again a loud scream interrupted her rant.

"Don't worry, a lot of women get this way," The nurse attempted to reassure Rock.

"Right…" He replied nervously.

Finally the pain subsided and Revy noticed everyone in the lobby looking at her, "What the fuck are all you fucking assholes looking at?!"

Rock slowed from following the nurse and attempted to apologize to the families and patients for his wife, "I'm sorry. She's really not--"

She cut him off from the waiting elevator, "ROCK!!!"

It seemed to dawn on him as clear as day in that moment. The hospital, a very pregnant Revy in a wheelchair; he was going to be a father.

-

In the delivery room, Rock was at Revy's bedside wearing a hospital gown over his typical shirt and tie, which just so happened to match his facemask. Revy's contractions were in full swing and even with an array of painkillers flowing through her veins, she was still in agony. Rock didn't need to offer her his hand to squeeze when she felt pain; she simply grabbed a hold of it as soon as she was on the bed.

As a series of contractions ceased, she gasped for air and quietly asked, "Have I told you how much I fucking hate you?"

"I love you too Revy," Rock replied with a warm smile. Finally after all the agony and hatred she had felt up to this moment, she calmed down slightly and a faint smile formed on her lips.

A few moments later the doctor had come in to check on the once again happy couple. While neither of them could see him smiling under that green mask, they could tell by his cheery demeanor; this was the type of guy who was built to deliver babies.

"You two ready to become parents?" The doctor asked in a bright and jolly voice.

"Please, just get these things outta me," Revy quietly begged.

"Oh come on it's not--"

Revy cut the doctor off. Her rage boiling to the surface as she spoke through her teeth, "I've got a gun in the car doc, now get these goddamn kids outta me!!"

The doctor looked to Rock who gave him a wide-eyed nod bringing about a simple reply from the doctor, "Right, so let's get started."

"Alright…" The doctor checked her chart for her name, "…Rebecca. I need you to breathe."

Rock couldn't help but muse over the similarities between being born and being killed. Blood everywhere, spine tingling screams, more pain than one should ever be forced to deal with; he found it oddly humorous.

The first child came to be within minutes and while Rock was nearly overcome with the situation, the doctor quickly commented, "Alright Revy, one down, one to go."

With one child out, she felt incredible relief in the moment, "How 'bout we just leave the other one in there?"

The doctor chuckled assuming her words to be a joke. After observing the lack of a smile on her face he replied, "Oh, you're serious. Uh, no; the other one does need to come out too."

She began to cry to herself, "God fuckin' dammit."

The nurses and Rock came back to her sides to help her up and to once again begin pushing. Within a few agonizing moments and after what had to have been some of the most violent screams to have ever escaped her lips, their second child was born.

-

"You don't need to do this," Eda stated from across the desk of her CIA superior, "It's unnecessary."

"Rebecca Lin--"

Her superior began only for her to cut him off, "Revy."

Accepting her correction, the man continued, "Revy has caused us a tremendous amount of trouble in the past. She's killed many of our own and I have no desire to cut her any slack in this matter."

"Sir, you don't know her like I do. Doing this to her could shut her down altogether," Eda replied.

"Or it could put her in overdrive which is what we want; an angry sociopath who enjoys the game." The man replied.

Eda wasn't one for begging but the situation seemed to call for it, "Please sir, just let me do this my way."

Now growing impatient, her superior replied, "No. The decision has been made. She has six weeks to recover; then she's ours. Now, if you have nothing more to add, I'm very busy."

Angry to the point of nearly drawing her Glock; she struggled to reply as was expected of her, "Yes sir."

-

Rock looked on Revy's sleeping form as he held their sleeping children, one in each arm. He sat at the side of her bed and while she was asleep, he couldn't help but break his smile to quietly congratulate his wife, "You did so well."

The infants occasionally yawned and tossed in the soft fabric the nurses had snugly wrapped them with. A part of him wanted so badly to wake Revy but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was finally at peace and the 9 months of hell she had experienced were behind her. She earned every second of this rest and regardless of how precious the lives he held were in that instant, she would have the rest of her life to watch them.

So caught up in his children, Rock didn't notice the nurse at the door until she quietly knocked, "Mr. Okajima?"

Rock looked up and replied quietly, "Yes?"

The nurse let herself in and approached Revy's bed.

"What are you doing?" Rock quietly asked as the nurse drew some blood.

"Just gathering a small sample for a few tests; nothing to be concerned about." The nurse replied quietly with a smile.

Just as the nurse had left the room Revy tossed lightly in her bed. Rock's eyes locked on her as she turned and slowly opened her eyes. While any other day he might not be sure what to expect, the slow rate at which she opened her eyes told that she wouldn't be yelling or causing a ruckus that would wake their children.

"Hey you." She said with a faint smile.

"Hey." Rock replied, "How're you feeling?"

"Like shit." Revy replied, "Be glad you'll never have to do that."

Rock chuckled lightly, "We have work to do, you know?"

"I'm done working, you do whatever you want." Revy replied as her eyes fell shut.

"Revy…" Rock asked to no avail. She was completely out cold once again.

-

Eda stood before her bed in a shady New York City hotel room. Her long blond hair was tied up behind her and she donned a very anti-typical black turtleneck with black slacks. No fancy pink glasses, nun's habit, flattering clothing or flamboyantly styled hair, just elegant simplicity. She retrieved her Glock from her suitcase and checked it before slipping it into the holster she had strapped behind her.

She closed her suitcase and near simultaneously heard a knock at the door. Adrenaline immediately began to pump through her veins and she quietly approached the door, sure to retrieve her Glock and snap the slide back.

"Yes?" She asked with her back pressed up against the wall beside the door.

"It's me." A familiar voice quietly spoke.

"Rico." She whispered quietly to herself.

She opened the door revealing "brother" Rico wearing similarly proper attire as opposed to his typical church-going garments.

"What're you doing here?" She asked as she slipped the weapon behind her once again.

"Aren't you gonna clear that?" Rico asked.

"Doesn't seem like there's much of a point. Aren't we supposed to be raiding at 2200?"

"Yeah."

He blatantly hesitated bringing Eda to ask, "What's on your mind Rico?"

"They're sending me to get Rock." Rico replied.

Eda chuckled slightly as she propped herself up against the dresser, "Makes sense. He won't panic when he sees you and he'll only know what's going on when it's too late."

"You have my word; I won't let anything happen to them."

Eda smiled and walked passed him towards the door. As she reached the door, she turned to face him, "For your sake I hope you don't. If one hair on that guy's head is out of place when she comes back to them, I'll be the least of your worries."