AN: TADA! Here is my FACE Family follow up to "She Will Be Loved". The continuing story of Francis and Elizabeth's rather interesting relationship. What more drama can these two get into? Well you'll just have to read to see. Constructive comments and favs are love! I tried to keep the French pretty self explanatory. I may go back and translate later. I own nothing but the story!

"Bloody Hell, what am I going to do?" Elizabeth Kirkland said aloud as horrific pain tore through her body. Her body was coated in sweat that made her long blonde hair and nightdress cling to her body. Whimpers of pain echoed off the brick walls of her sparsely furnished New York City studio apartment. She cried out and clutched the purple body pillow she held tightly as she lay on her worn full sized mattress. The small blonde woman panted and reached for her cell phone on the night stand.

"Who the hell do I call for help?" She thought aloud to distract herself from the pain as her trembling hand flicked through her contacts.

"My brothers are on the other side of the Atlantic. Not that they'd help me. I don't really have any friends. Although..." the English woman pondered as a certain name and face appeared on the screen.

"No, I can't call him. That would be to embarrassing. I can't have him see me like this," she muttered to herself as another wave of pain ripped through her.

"Oh bloody hell!" The English woman exclaimed as she hit the dial button. She listened as the phone rang once...twice...

"Pick up the phone you git" she growled through clenched teeth.

"Ello?" A groggy voice finally answered on the third ring. A rapturous sigh escaped the Brit's lips.

"Francis! Its Elizabeth, I need you to come to my flat right now!" Elizabeth said pointedly as she tried desperately to suppress her cries of pain. She heard the Frenchman groan at the other end of the phone.

"Cherie it is two in zhe morning. Why do I need to...?" Francis trailed off as Elizabeth cried out in pain.

"Mon dieu what iz going on over zhere? You are in pain?"

"Yes you wanker! I don't have time to explain. Just get over here now!" The Brit scram and hung up the phone slamming it on to the mattress. The Brit shut her green eyes tightly and buried her face into the body pillow.

"Please hurry Francis" she whispered as pained tears rolled from her eyes.

20 minutes later...

Elizabeth had almost given up on Francis when she heard someone pounding on her door. The pained woman climbed off her bed weakly and shambled to the door of her studio apartment.

"Mon lapin open zhe door!" The worried Frenchman cried with several sharp knocks. Elizabeth made a disgusted face at being called by her childhood pet name.

"Hold on frog I'm moving as fast as I can" the blonde woman said as she made it to her door and unlocked it. The door flew open nearly toppling the British woman over. A tall blonde man, who looked quite haggard, burst into the little apartment and looked around anxiously. When his gaze fell on Elizabeth his blue eyes grew extremely wide.

"Mon dieu! Mon cherie you are pregnant!" The surprised Frenchman exclaimed as he stared at Elizabeth's large abdomen.

"What was your first clue you twat?" The Brit said harshly as she collapsed to her knees in pain. Francis instantly was at her side.

"What do you need? Iz zhe baby coming? Mon dieu we need to get to l'hopital," the Frenchman said as he gathered Elizabeth into his arms. He had one arm against her back and the other under her knees.

"What are you doing? Stop! I need to get my bag and I can bloody walk on my own," Elizabeth argued as she struggled against his grasp.

"Be still Elisabet!" Francis commanded as he held her smaller body tightly to him. Elizabeth froze in shock and looked up into the blonde man's face. She had never seen or heard Francis so serious in all the years she had known him. A rush of gratitude swept over Elizabeth, but she quickly brushed it away. She fixed her eyes on Francis in an aggravated glare.

"Fine just don't forget my b..." the Brit trailed off with a sharp intake of breath as pain seared her body.

"You let me worry about zhings, mon lapin. Breazh deep and try to relax" Francis said with concern as he hurriedly carried his precious cargo out of the apartment and down four flights of stairs. He did not have time to waste on an elevator. As they entered the parking deck Elizabeth caught sight of Francis' midnight blue Mercedes parked illegally in a handicapped space.

'Apparently money means you don't have to obey the law,' the Brit thought smarmily as the Frenchman moved quickly to the cars passenger side.

"I'm going to 'ave to zet you on your feet zo I can get my keys," Francis explained as if the Brit were a child.

"I'm not an invalid you git. I told you before that I could walk on my own," Elizabeth said her irritation quite evident. Francis chuckled as he gently set the blonde girl on her slippered feet, but held her frame close to his own for support.

"Stubborn as ever," he muttered as he fished his keys from his pocket. He hit the auto unlock button and opened the passenger door.

"In you go mon cherie," the tall blonde said as he moved to help his charge into the vehicle.

"I can do it myself," Elizabeth said heatedly and pressed away from Francis. The blonde woman grabbed the car frame and gingerly lowered herself into the seat of the sedan. Once she was settled Elizabeth turned her face toward Francis and smirked triumphantly. Francis shook his head incredulously and smiled.

"All right mademoiselle Amazon you win. I'll fetch your bag and we will be on our way. Where iz zhe bag?" the Frenchman asked.

"Just to the right of the door and bring my purse as well. I'll need my wallet once we get to hospital. My keys are also in my purse so you can lock up," the Brit explained as she felt another contraction start. The door closed and Elizabeth watched Francis disappear into the apartment building. Elizabeth looked around the car as a distraction from her discomfort.

'I guess running an advertisement company is a lucrative business,' the blonde woman thought as she looked at all the buttons and knobs on the dash.

'Guess we've come a long way from living in the slums of London,' a wave of nostalgia washed over Elizabeth as she remembered the little apartment building she had grown up in with Francis.

Suddenly, Francis climbed into the Mercedes and deposited her bags onto her lap.

"Off we go, mon cherie," the blonde man said as he slid the key into the ignition and started the car. He quickly put the car into gear and sped from the lot.

It was nearly three in the morning so traffic was nearly none existent as the Mercedes moved on to the road. The pair drove on in silence except for the occasional noise of discomfort from Elizabeth. Finally, Francis could not stand the silence any longer.

"Why me?" he asked curtly. Elizabeth looked at him in shock and confusion.

"Why you what?" the Brit retorted.

"Why did you call me? Why not une ambulance or better yet zhe fazher?" the tall man asked as he artfully maneuvered through the traffic. Elizabeth turned her head away from the Frenchman and stared out the window.

"I don't wish to discuss this now," she muttered to the window. Francis shot her an annoyed look.

"It iz zhree in zhe morning and I am barely obeying zhe traffic lawz to get you to l'hopital. I dezerve an anzwer Elisabet," the blonde man said his aggravation evident. Elizabeth sat quietly for several moments and just when Francis had hit his limit she sighed.

"I don't know who he is," she said with pain in her voice. The Frenchman looked at the British woman in complete shock.

"You don't know 'oo zhe fazher iz?"

"No, and don't you dare start judging me," Elizabeth said turning to give Francis a dark look.

"I would never," the blonde man said giving the Brit a sincere look. Elizabeth turned away from her companion.

"I'm not some trollop with a string of lovers. It… was a mistake. I had too much to drink at a bar one night and there was this good looking bloke. We ended up at my place and by morning he was gone. A month later I found out I was pregnant. Tch. I never even got his name," disgust laced each word as Elizabeth concluded her tale. They sat quietly for several minutes each reflecting on the situation.

"I'm sorry," Elizabeth said breaking the hush. Francis was startled by the sudden apology.

"Why are you apologizing?" he asked.

"Because I shouldn't have brought you into my problems. I should have called for a damn ambulance. I just…" the blonde woman trailed off as she fought back tears.

"Just what, mon petite?" Francis asked.

"You're about to miss the entrance for the emergency room," the blonde woman said.

"What? Merde!" the Frenchman exclaimed as he made a very sharp turn into the hospital entrance. Francis quickly maneuvered the car into a parking space near the entrance. His door was open and he was at the passenger side in the blink of an eye.

"Can you walk, cherie?" he asked as he opened the passenger door and took the bags from Elizabeth.

"Of course I can walk, bloody git," the Brit said indignantly as she maneuvered herself out of the car and the pair began walking toward the hospital entrance. Francis slid a protective arm around Elizabeth's waist and held her frame to his. The Brit gave him a dirty look which he returned with a look of his own that told her to not fight him. The blonde woman huffed and begrudgingly allowed the Frenchman to hold on to her. As they entered the ER the pair was greeted by a pleasant middle aged woman.

"Good morning and what do we have here?" she asked cheerily. Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by Francis.

"My friend iz in labor. We need 'er admitted tout de suite,"

The next half hour passed in blur for Elizabeth, which she was thankful for since her contractions had grown increasingly more frequent. She soon found herself dressed in a hospital gown and tucked into a hospital bed. Francis had taken up residence in the chair next to the hospital bed and was looking at her crossly. He was upset to have learned that Elizabeth had been in labor for nearly six hours before calling him. Elizabeth bristled at his irritation. She couldn't understand why he was so upset.

"Quit looking at me like I'm some wayward child," she said sharply and gave him a dirty look.

"I will when you ztop be'aving like one. Why did you wait zo long to call? In fact, why didn't you call me when you learned you were pregnant? Why do you never ask for 'elp? Did you at least tell your brozherz?" the Frenchman questioned angrily.

"My brothers," Elizabeth scoffed and looked down at her hands in her lap. "Yes, I called them. You want to know what they said to me?"

"Oui," Francis answered snappily.

"Alawn called me a whore and said I deserved it, Aaron said he had his own problems to worry about, and Alastair never returned my call," Elizabeth said bitterly as she fought back tears. The Frenchman's eyes were suddenly full of emotion. Guilt for snapping at Elizabeth, anger at her brothers' crassness, and host of other feelings. Reaching forward, Francis took Elizabeth's hand in his own.

"Elisabet," the Frenchman said gently. A sudden knock at the door drew the pair's attention and they watched as a pretty young Asian woman entered the room. She smiled broadly and walked over to Elizabeth.

"Hello, Miss Kirkland. I'm Mei and I'll be your nurse this morning. Now let's have a look at your progress," Mei said as she snapped on a rubber glove. Elizabeth instantly fixed Francis with a steady glare and the Frenchman suddenly found himself interested in the patterns of the ceiling tiles.

"My goodness looks like we're going to be having this baby now," Mei said as she removed her glove. Blue and green eyes fixed on the nurse in shock.

"Wait? Now! As in now now? I haven't gotten my epidural!" the English woman said anxiously as she clutched Francis' hand.

"I'm sorry Miss Kirkland, but it's too late now. This baby is ready for its grand entrance. Don't worry, you will be fine. I'm going to get the doctor now," Mei said as she quickly exited the room before Elizabeth could get another word out. The Brit stared after the nurse for a moment and then the panic set in. She pulled her hand from Francis' and placed her hands on either side of her head. Francis watched the little woman with great concern.

"Mon lapin, are you all right?" the Frenchman asked as he saw tears form in the Brit's forest green eyes.

"Do you want me to get zhe nurse? Wait right 'ere," Francis started to rise from his seat, but was stopped by a trembling hand clutching his shirt.

"Please, don't go. I don't want to be alone," Elizabeth said as she lifted her gaze to meet the Frenchman's. Frightened tears streamed from the girl's face and Francis felt his heart ache for his friend.

"Oui, mon petite. I will ztay. You don't 'ave to be afraid," the blonde man said as he resumed his seat and took hold of the trembling hand on his sleeve. Just then the door opened and an Asian man in dark green scrubs came into the room.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Wang. I understand we are ready to have a baby," the doctor said cheerily.

Next chapter we get the dramatic birth! Bet you can't guess who that is going to be ;-) The drama continues!

Character list:

Elizabeth Kirkland=FemEngland

Francis Bonnefoy=France

Alastair Kirkland=Scotland

Alawn Kirkland=Wales

Aaron Kirkland=N. Ireland