1 Year later.

Jesse's POV

Groaning sounded from the living room as I made the bed. "Susannah, are you ok?" I shouted, waiting for her reply.

"I'm fat; of course I'm not ok!" She cried back, and I let out a soft chuckle. Susannah was now eight months pregnant with our first child and I couldn't help but let a grin spread across my face every time I saw her. Finishing up with the bed, I picked up a glass from the night stand and made my way into the living room.

I found Susannah lying on her back, a bowl of popcorn resting on her inflated bump. Leaning over the back of the sofa, I pecked her on the lips. "Hello Querida," I whispered before forcing myself back up and walking towards the kitchen. Slamming the glass on the side, I scanned through our very empty calendar.

"Susannah, remember we need to go into town next week to pick up the baby clothes!" I shouted. Silence was returned to me until I heard a loud crash. "Susannah?" I rushed back into the living room to find Susannah frantically clutching her stomach, the popcorn sprawled across the floor.

"The baby," She squeaked, holding her hand out for me. I rushed over, clutching her hand to my chest.

"It's not due for another month," I said.

"I don't think it cares!" She screamed, clutching her stomach again in pain. Hurriedly, I sprinted to the phone and rang for an ambulance. Rocking Susannah, I waited anxiously for the ambulance, only soothed when the sound of sirens filled my ears.

24 hours later.

Lovingly, I watched as Susannah rocked our newborn baby girl. "What should we call her?" I soothed, stroking the baby's face.

"Angel," Susannah murmured to herself. Knitting my eyebrows together, I though carefully about the name.

"Angel?" I repeated.

She nodded her head. "Because that is what I should be, but I am lucky enough not to be. Well, we can't call her spirit so Angel is nice." Susannah explained.

"I like it- it has purpose. However, why don't we call her Angelica and call her Angel for short, so she has a name that perhaps she could refer to when she is older?" I watched as Susannah widened her eyes, I thought she hated it, until her mouth spread into a wide grin.

"I love it!" She gushed. "What about a middle name?" Her eyebrows furrowed, stuck for a name.

"Lucia," I murmured. "Angelica Lucia de Silva." It was just a suggestion. Lucia was a popular name from 1850 and it was always a name I had considered for if I had a baby girl. But somehow, it just fit.

"It's perfect." Susannah stated, beaming up at me. And at that moment I became the happiest man alive.

Five Years later

"Susannah, wake up." I tapped my sleeping wife hard on the shoulder. Grunting she plucked the pillow from underneath her and covered her head with it, rolling away from me. Irritated, I threw it across the room and picked her up bridal style and placed her carefully on the floor.

"Come on, we need to get Angel to school and Robin to preschool." Suddenly she was awake, sitting upright and clambering to her feet.

Robin was our little boy who had come along two years after Angel. I and Susannah were overjoyed with having a boy and a girl, thinking that we were the luckiest people alive. Although we had considered it, another baby was not in the picture just yet. Susannah is still tired from the fact that she has two children despite the fact that she is only just twenty five!

I ran down our wooden stairs to find Angel already playing with a Barbie in front of a terrible sitcom. Chuckling, I walked over, popped a kiss on her head and turned the channel over to something she would enjoy.

Suddenly, a cry swam through the house and I heard Susannah struggling with Robin in a bedroom up stairs. "Are you ok?" I called up.

"Yes! Just please fix us all some breakfast." She cried back. I did as I was told and sat down at the table with Angel, waiting for Susannah to bring my bouncing baby boy down.

To keep her happy, I sliced my toast in half and handed some to Angel. She took it with both hands and chewed on it slowly. "What do you say to Daddy?"

"Thank you," She grinned, tucking into the toast.

"Good girl." I said, buttering some toast for Susannah. I now worked as a doctor at the local hospital and it was the best job I could ever have asked for. Although the patients could sometimes be very irritable, I stuck it up and took every brought thing out of the day.

Slowly, I heard Susannah trotting down the stairs, Robin whining in her arms. Out of breath, she put him down and I handed her the breakfast I had prepared. She thanked me with a nod and went into her own private daydream.

10 years later.

"Robin!" Angel cried up the stairs with an angry tone of voice. Pulled away from my work, I slipped off my reading glasses and exited my office and stared over the banister into the eyes of a very angry fifteen year old holding the hand of a clear faced boy.

When she saw that it was me, she quickly slapped her hand away and put on her innocent little act. "Hello daddy," She squeaked to me. Raising my eyebrows, I walked down to greet the boy.

"Who are you?" I grunted, not very happy with my daughter's choice. He was very broad shouldered and was fitted into a sports jacket. His blonde hair flicked over his eyes in a style that looked familiar to a poster of a boy in Angel's room.

"Hello sir, I'm George," He held his hand out for me and I reluctantly shook it.

"Daddy, I'm going out and Robin has stolen my phone" She accused.

Rolling my eyes I prepared myself for my daughter to have a fit that reminded me very much of Susannah. "No he hasn't," I reassured her. "Your mother and I confiscated it remember? After the last time you stayed out after curfew. And if I remember correctly, you are not allowed out for another two weeks." I told her before escaping the room.

From the kitchen I heard her troubled screams and found my very beautiful wife cradling our newborn twins, Harry and Vicky. "How are they doing?" I whispered, taking Vicky into my arms.

"Not too well, they won't eat." She complained. Smiling, I took a bottle from her hand and slipped into the baby girls, open mouth. After a while she let the liquid flow down her throat.

"There, well done baby girl." I kissed her forehead and handed the bottle back to Susannah. In that time she had managed to finish off with Harry and was rocking him to sleep.

I was in the process of letting Vicky drop off when Robin stormed in the room. "Mum, dad there's a weird man in my room." He started. "But more than that, I can see straight through him!"

Susannah and I stared at our son. There were always going to be some complications with being Bought Back to Haunt.

THE END.

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