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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It’s late evening and Guillermo is just returning from a three day trip to Boston. He spent his time visiting with his niece whose husband was recently transferred to Bean Town. It was a good visit especially since he hasn’t seen his grand-nephew since he was about a year old. He had forgotten how precocious a two and a half year old can be.

So with a happy heart and a light step despite his bum leg, he heads back to the library in the BPRD casually wondering what havoc Liz created while he was gone. When he turns the final corner to his domain, he stops dead in his tracks. At the end of the hall stands Hellboy, Liz and John and they’re talking rather animatedly about something. Guillermo starts walking again but the others don’t notice him.

“No way, you go in,” John insists of the large red demon in front of him. “He’s your best friend.”

“Un-uh,” Hellboy responds, crossing his arms over his massive chest. “That noise he’s making makes my skin crawl.”

They both turn and look at Liz and she just shakes her head.

“Not going to happen,” she refuses as she rubs her hand over her overly large belly. “Whatever he’s doing makes the baby go into calisthenics when I go in there.”

“What’s going on?” Guillermo asks when he finally reaches them.

“It’s Abe,” John explains. “He’s making some weird noise that’s driven everyone out of the library.”

“What kind of noise?” Guillermo inquires.

Instead of answering, John just opens the door to the library and a low keening sound that is felt more than it’s heard resonates out of the room. Guillermo stumbles back a couple of steps from the intensity as John shuts the door once more. Guillermo shakes his head as a shiver runs the length of his spine. When he looks at the others Hellboy and John seem to be shaking off the effects like he did, but Liz is holding onto the wall as her stomach is now noticeably moving around.

“How long has he been doing that?” Guillermo questions as Hellboy reaches for Liz.

“Since he got back into his tank yesterday morning,” John answers.

“Where’s Maggie?” Guillermo demands afraid that he already knows the answer.

“Back at her place,” Hellboy grumbles. “Her horsey needs her.”

Guillermo starts swearing rather creatively in Spanish as the urge to bang a couple of heads together nearly overwhelms him.

“And you eat with that mouth?” Hellboy jokingly asks as he rubs Liz’s belly with his left hand.

“You two are coming with me,” Guillermo orders as he points at Liz and John, ignoring the jibe.

“Where are we going?” John inquires as Guillermo turns and starts to head back the way he came.

“We’re going to go get Maggie and bring her back here,” Guillermo answers, not bothering to slow down or to see if he’s being followed, not that he needs to.

“But if Abe couldn’t get her to leave her place, how are we going to?” John asks bewildered, easily keeping up.

“We just will,” the older man responds as he turns a corner. “And if reason doesn’t work, we’ll hog tie her and throw her in the trunk.”

“You won’t really hog tie her and…,” John starts but trails off at the look that Guillermo throws over his shoulder.

“Of course I won’t do that,” Guillermo reassures him as he continues his journey towards the garage. “But she has to come and if she’s feeling half as miserable as Abe is, it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“So what do you need us for?” Liz asks as she waddles along.

“Well, if Maggie is as bad off as I think she is, I’ll need you to pack her clothes for her,” Guillermo informs her. “I love the girl as if she was my own daughter, but even I have to draw the line at handling her lingerie.”

“What about me?” John inquires as they walk into the garage and head for Guillermo’s car.

“I’ll need you to carry her bags out to the car,” Guillermo replies, unlocking the doors with the remote. “And maybe you’ll even get to drive that lovely car of hers again.”

“I prefer my bike,” John grumbles to himself while he opens the back door for himself as Hellboy opens the front passenger door for Liz. “Why can’t Maggie carry her own bags?”

“I doubt she’ll be coherent enough to handle the job,” Guillermo responds as he opens his own door. “Besides I don’t want her lifting heavy things with her condition.

“What condition?” Liz asks as she turns to kiss Hellboy goodbye.

“She’s pregnant,” Guillermo answers just before he slides into his own seat.

The others stand there, stunned by the news. They’re only shaken out of there trance by Guillermo starting the car’s engine. The other two scramble to get in and Hellboy steps back as he watches while they drive away.

He stands there for several more minutes after they’re out of sight with his tail twitching. He remembers how hard it was the thirteen times Liz quit the bureau and left, but that was before she admitted that she loves him. If she left now, like she did before, he has a feeling that he’d be joining Abe in his tank, and keening just as loudly. With one final swish of his tail, he heads back inside and goes to his room. Maybe a bit of Chaplin will keep him busy while he waits.

“Here, this should help settle your stomach,” Helen states as she places a cup of ginger tea in front of the woman with her head down on the table.

“Thanks, Helen,” Maggie mumbles wearily.

Maggie slowly sits up and pulls the cup closer to her. With a shaking hand, she lifts the cup to her lips and sips the still hot liquid, ignoring the searing pain it causes. She barely even notices the spicy sweet taste of the tea as she drinks it as fast as possible.

“Take it easy, Maggie,” Helen admonishes gently. “It works just as well cold as it does hot.”

“I haven’t been able to keep anything down since yesterday,” Maggie admits after draining half of the cup. “It seems everything I eat comes right back up again. How do women survive pregnancy?”

“We just do,” Helen chuckles lightly. “Women are tougher than men think. After all, we’re the ones who have to go through labor and delivery.”

“Oh, god, don’t remind me of that little fun fest,” Maggie groans as she puts her head back down on the table.

“Let’s see what else I can get you to eat,” Helen says as she opens the fridge.

She pulls out various containers and puts them on the counter. She starts opening the small plastic boxes looking for something that Maggie might be able to eat. Some items end up in the garbage and the sound of them getting dumped draws Maggie’s attention.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asks weakly.

“Trying to find you something to eat that isn’t too spicy or too fuzzy,” Helen answers as she tosses something else.

“Too fuzzy?” Maggie inquires confusedly.

“When was the last time you cleaned out your fridge?” Helen replies while she opens more containers. “I know you like a lot of green food, but green and fuzzy food isn’t good for anyone. Ah, now this might do.”

Getting out a salad plate and some cutlery, she serves up a small portion of food and then puts it in the microwave. When it’s ready she takes it out and puts it in front of Maggie. Maggie just sits there and starts getting teary eyed.

“What’s the matter?” Helen asks, befuddled by the other woman’s reaction.

“This is from the first meal Abe made me,” Maggie chokes out as she stares at the eggplant Parmesan.

“Oh, good heavens, not again,” Helen mumbles under her breath before she raises her voice a bit. “Would you like me to make you something else?”

“No,” Maggie squeaks with a sniff. “This is good.”

Helen watches for a moment as Maggie picks up her fork and starts to finally eat. Helen returns to going through the containers, when she’s done with those, she pulls more out and repeats the process. By the time she’s done, the fridge has a lot more space in it and the garbage can is full. After taking the garbage out, she comes back in to find that Maggie has finished her dinner and her tea.

“Feeling better?” Helen asks.

“Yes, thank you,” Maggie answers. “I’m sorry I pulled you away from your family Helen.”

“It’s alright,” Helen reassures her with a smile. “I remember when I had my first bout of morning sickness. I could barely get out of bed. If I didn’t have Doug there, I’m not sure what I would have done. I’m just thankful I had a very understanding boss at the time.”

Maggie gives her a small smile just before she lets out a huge yawn.

“You should go get some sleep,” Helen states as she clears the table. “Take some ginger ale up with you and some saltine crackers. Eat them slowly when you wake up in the morning and try not to sit up too quickly. The trick is to try and keep something in your stomach at all times.”

“We’ll keep that in mind, gracias,” says a strange man’s voice.

Helen all but jumps out of her skin as she spins around and faces the strangers standing in the doorway. An older Latino man leaning on a cane is in the forefront of the group; behind him are a very pregnant dark haired woman and another man that looks like a poster boy for the Boy Scouts.

“Hola, tio,” Maggie greets. “Have you come to take me away?”

“Si,” he answers.

“I can’t go,” Maggie states sadly. “Magick’s in quarantine. I won’t risk Helen’s well being just because of a little morning sickness and depression.”

“Then don’t,” Guillermo replies as he steps further into the kitchen. “You can commute. You have to come back with us. He needs you.”

“Um, Maggie, what’s going on?” Helen interrupts, confused and worried. “Who are these people?”

“I’m sorry, Helen,” Maggie apologizes. “This is Guillermo, Liz and John. They’re friends.”

“Oh, um, hi,” Helen says with a small wave and the others return her greeting each in their own way.

“Helen, thank you for all you’ve done,” Maggie states. “Would you please excuse us? I would like to talk to them in private. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“If you’re sure,” Helen replies uncertainly.

“I am, thank you, Helen,” Maggie assures her.

“Alright then, I’ll see you in the morning,” Helen responds still not sure that leaving her is a good idea.

“Good night, Helen,” Maggie states a bit more firmly.

“Good night, Maggie,” Helen automatically responds before she turns and heads out the kitchen door.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Guillermo turns to Liz and John.

“You two know what to do,” he orders and they nod before disappearing back up the hall.

“And what are they going to do?” Maggie demands.

“They’re going to get you packed,” Guillermo replies as he takes a seat at the table across from her. “You’re coming with us.”

“But, Uncle…,” she starts to protest.

“No ‘buts’, young lady,” he states a bit harshly. “You’re coming with us and that’s final. Abe’s making some weird noise and it’s driven everyone out of the library. How am I supposed to do my job if I can’t even get in there?”

“Wear earplugs,” she suggests.

“Wouldn’t do any good,” he replies. “I could feel it as well as hear it.”

“Manning won’t want me there,” she states, taking a different tactic. “I wasn’t very civil towards him yesterday morning. Besides, what good would I be? I have no powers, so I can’t help with missions. Unless, of course, they need a monster thrown up on.”

“I’ll deal with Manning,” he responds. “And have your eyes fallen out of your head? You can always help me with research. I trust you can get yourself to the bathroom in time if the need arises and you won’t be without your powers forever, just until the second trimester.”

“I just can’t do it, Uncle,” she mutters sadly. “I can’t live down there.”

“Ok, tell me what’s really bothering you?” he demands. “You’re an Earth Mage; living in the ground isn’t a problem.”

“But I’m an Air Mage, too,” she points out. “I like hearing the crickets chirping at night and the birds singing in the morning. I like the feeling of a breeze blowing across my face as I fall asleep and the smell of flowers blooming just outside my window as I wake.”

“Your bedroom is on the second floor, how in the world can flowers be blooming outside your window?” he demands.

“There’s morning glory growing up the side of the house,” she answers. “I spent a week at the bureau last November, and by the end of the week I was about ready to climb the walls. I just can’t go without the fresh air like that.”

“Abe hasn’t eaten or slept since he got back,” he asks roughly, playing his trump card.

“Should he just suffer because you want to feel a breeze across you cheek? I’ll buy you a fan if I need to.”

“No,” she answers with a sad sigh, bowing her head in defeat. “I’ll come with you.”

“We’ll work something out,” he assures her as he reaches out and pats her hand. “You’ll have fresh air again.”

“Swear?” she demands weakly.

“I promise.”

Her head snaps up to stare at him wide eyed as a small earthquake rattles the house. Even without the ability to use her own powers, she can still feel his binding him to her. They stare at each other, him with calm sureness and her in stunned surprise, until John comes bursting into the room.

“Is everyone alright?” he asks in concern.

“We’re fine, thank you,” Guillermo replies with a smile. “How goes the packing?”

“Liz is almost done,” John answers, still slightly shaken. “Whose car should I put the bags in?”

“You can put them in mine,” Maggie responds. “The keys are next to the garage door.”

“Are you up to driving?” John inquires, concerned by her rather haggard look.

“Probably not,” she replies. “Would you mind driving me to the bureau?”

“No, of course not,” John answers with a kind smile.

Some time later, two cars pull into the garage of the BPRD and find a fidgety Hellboy waiting for them. As soon as Guillermo’s car is in its spot, Hellboy is opening Liz’s door. As soon as she’s out of the car, he pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss that sparks her fire.

“Ok, you two, away from my car if you’re going to do that,” Guillermo grumbles as he emerges from the vehicle.

Liz blushes as she quickly douses her flame while Hellboy glances over at the second car. His sight is greeted with John’s backside sticking out of the passenger door.

“Hey, Boy Scout, whatcha doin’?” Hellboy yells over to the agent.

After hitting his head on the edge of the door and muttering the appropriate curses, John stands up and looks at the demon while rubbing his head.

“She fell asleep on the way over,” John explains. “I’m trying to get her out of the car. I’m not going to have to take her into the library am I?”

“Yes, you are,” Guillermo answers, knowing that the question was aimed at him. “Sorry, my boy, but I can’t very well carry her and Abe needs to see her pronto.”

Grumbling under his breath, John turns back to the car and starts to pull the sleeping woman out. After he nearly drops her, Liz pokes Hellboy in the ribs and then nods her head towards them. With a disgruntled sigh, Hellboy goes over to the other car and easily picks Maggie up.

“Thanks,” John sighs in relief. “I’ll go get her bags.”

A few minutes later finds Hellboy and John in the hallway just outside the library doors.

“You ready?” Hellboy asks.

“No, but let’s get this over with,” John answers as he puts a bag down and opens the door.

If anything, the keening has become even more intense than before. Hellboy starts to make a beeline for the stairs, but a suddenly very awake Maggie stops him. She struggles to get out of his arms and Hellboy more than gladly complies as it means he can now beat a hasty retreat. John quickly drops the bags off just inside the library doors and then follows Hellboy out the door, closing the portal soundly behind him.

Maggie stands in the middle of the library letting the sound of her husband fill her to the point of near orgasm. She staggers across the room, almost blind with desire and runs into the glass of the tank with a resounding thud. The keening suddenly stops and Abe pokes his head out of the hole on the side of the tank where he has been hiding.

Upon seeing Maggie just on the other side of the glass, he wastes no time in getting to the top of his tank. Within moments he’s all but flying down the spiral staircase as she goes to meet him at the bottom step.

No words are exchanged as they fall into each other’s arms. Several minutes of passionate kissing later and they’re both gasping for breath, him more so than her. She suddenly finds herself scooped up into his arms as he carries her back upstairs and into the room that gives him access to his tank.

He puts her back down on her feet and closes the door, pinning her between him and it. She reaches behind her and locks the door as his lips find hers once more. They kiss until they can barely stand and she’s very glad to have the door behind her for support.

“Wait here,” he whispers into her ear and all she can do is nod her compliance.

He goes over to the shelf with his respirator and grabs a length of hose with an air mask attached to it. She remembers it from the time he helped her with her nightmares and smiles knowingly. He hands her the mask just before letting out a couple coils of the thin black hose. He walks to the edge of his tank and throws the rest of the tubing into the water, a second later he disappears after it.

As soon as he’s gone, she’s starts to strip, never letting go of the mask. By the time he reemerges, she’s completely naked. One look at her nude form and he’s painfully reminded how tight his shorts are. Doing a single somersault underwater rids him of the binding garment and he lets it go.

When his head breaks the surface once again, she’s sitting on the edge putting the mask on. Pushing the shorts floating in front of him out of his way, he runs his hands up her legs making her moan just from his touch.

As soon as the mask is in places she leans down and places her hands on his shoulders. He reaches up and grabs hold of her waist. Kicking off of the wall, he pulls her into the water and more importantly into his arms.

His lips find her neck as they sink underwater and he licks, kisses and nips at it, causing her to squirm in his arms. Her warm wet naked body moving against his is more than he can take. He quickly pushes her against one of the sides of the tank and she gladly wraps her legs around his waist.

He holds onto the wall with his suction cups as her arms join her legs in encircling his torso. He smoothly slides into her and immediately starts to move in her. Her hip match his as they desperately make love. Again and again he slams into her causing her to cry out her pleasure. All too soon, it’s more than either of them can take and they quickly plunge over the edge screaming each other’s names.

A short eternity later and they find themselves floating in the middle of the tank. She’s still wrapped around his torso and he’s not sure when he let go of the wall, but he doesn’t care as he holds her closer. She snuggles into him, tucking her head under his chin. He feels her breathing and heartbeat as they first return to normal and then begin to slow down.

“Will you please stay with me here?” he begs quietly not sure if she’s still awake.

“Yes,” she mumbles into his chest just before she drifts off to sleep.

He purrs with happiness as for the first time in nearly two days he relaxes into sleep.

A/N: Ok, kids, it looks like this story has one more chapter to go, so please review.
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