Part two! Here is a baby born an there's smut! I marked the beginning and the end. Enjoy!

Angus and Linda:

Angus held Linda's hand and was leaning against her. To be honest, he was a little scared of it. But he couldn't change that now.

"Has Mal ... has Mal slept with someone before me?" Linda asked suddenly. Angus looked up at her.

"Sexually? With a one night stand or something like that?" He asked. She nodded quickly. "No."

"Are you sure?" She asked with wide eyes. Angus giggled a little and stroked her hand.

"Yes I'm sure. Mal was never interested in women. The only thing there was for him, was work. He always wanted to achieve more and more. If we said we couldn't go any higher because we didn't have the talent, he proved us, that we were wrong." She nodded.

"That sounds like Mal." They both laughed. "How was he as a child?"

"As my brother or generally?"

"As your brother."

"He was very protective. Extreme. He wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Physically or mentally. He always knew immediately when I had a secret. Our parents were not at home often because they were out a lot because of their work. Mal did the housework, helped me with my homework and taught me a lot. He was a very good big brother. Even if he wouldn't admit it." She nodded a little. "You have a good husband, Linda." He smiled.

Malcolm and Ellen:

Smut! I marked the ending!

Malcolm was now naked over Ellen.

"Do it! Put it in me!" Ellen wailed after Malcolm had prepared her for a long time. Malcolm looked a little scared.

"Watch out." He muttered and slowly slipped into her.

"Ah!" She screamed and clutched his shoulders. Her fingernails left bloody crescents on his pale back. He bowed his head and took a deep breath.

"It's good." He whispered and kissed her stomach gently. "Everything is okay. It'll be over soon, okay? Then you did it." She smiled a little. She liked it. Malcolm thought she wouldn't like that? She liked it! She breathed shakily as her hands played with his dark strands of hair.

"Y ... you can move." She breathed. Malcolm pulled back carefully and pushed himself back into her. She yelped. He kissed her neck.

"Sh. All is well. I've got you." He breathed against her skin. "Don't think it's me, okay? What would Ang do?"

"He ... he would have kissed me and done it so quickly that everything would hurt me."

"Do you like that?" He asked, stroking her blonde curls.

"Sometimes yes. But not always." He lowered his body a little and kissed her hard while his pelvis rocked in and out of her. She moaned into the kiss, put her legs around his pelvis, and yelped as he slid lower. "There! Yes! There! Oh Malcolm! Mal! So good!" She moaned excitedly.

"It's good, Ellen. Sh." Malcolm breathed, sucking on her chest.

"Malcolm!" She moaned, pulling his hair. Malcolm's hips pounded against her with the rhythm.

"You're doing so well, Ellen. So good." Malcolm groaned a little too.

"Come on! Come inside me! Make me pregnant!" She exclaimed, her head thrown back. Malcolm knew he was close. A mist lay in his sight. Her fingers clutched his lower back. She put one hand on his back and the other on his ass, rocking him into herself. Malcolm kissed her gently.

"Ellen!" He groaned as she lifted her pelvis and changed the angle. She grinned at him. Both were sweaty.

"Come on, Mal! Get me pregnant!" And that was it for poor Malcolm. He came screaming and spilled his semen in her body. She moaned as she felt his sperm shoot up through her vagina to her fallopian tubes. Malcolm collapsed on top of her. His head turned. Both were breathing hard. Their bodies were covered with a thick film of sweat. She stroked the back of his head, trembling. "Thank you, Malcolm."

End of Smut!

She whispered and kissed his ear. Malcolm smiled weakly and carefully pulled himself out of her. She gasped when air came up to her. Malcolm giggled a little. Since they were both exhausted, they quickly fell asleep. Ellen cuddled in Malcolm's arms.

*

The next morning, they woke up almost at the same time. Both were briefly shocked when they didn't see their spouse and giggled at it.

"I'll take a shower." Said Ellen, but Malcolm pushed her back onto the bed. She looked at him questioningly.

"Ellen, stay where you are. When you get up, firstly you feel sick and secondly the baby does not walk well."

"How do you mean?"

"When you're lying down, our semen and sperm close together better than when you're standing. Besides, if you should really get pregnant, you'll be extremely sick in the next few weeks." She nodded slowly. He got up and went to the bathroom. She watched him go with a smile and leaned back. Ellen put a hand on her still flat stomach and stroked it. When Malcolm came back he had a towel wrapped around his waist and was putting on his clothes that were on the floor. "What do you want to eat?" He asked. She looked at him with wide eyes. She wasn't used to that from Angus. "What is it?" Malcolm asked tenderly, sitting down next to her.

"It's just ... when Angus and I have sex, he always takes a shower early and is gone immediately." Malcolm's smile fell.

"He's leaving you alone?" She nodded.

"What are you doing with Linda?"

"I get up when she still sleeps, make her breakfast, bring it up so she can eat in bed and then I lie down next to her and wait for her to wake up. If I'm in a hurry, I put the tray on the side of my bed and write a little note." She smiled.

"That sounds wonderful."

"Isn't Ang doing that?" Malcolm asked, still a little shocked.

"No. Angus is usually gone in the morning when I wake up." Malcolm nodded weakly and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Ellen leaned back and thought:

He is so loving. Why can't Ang be like that?

Then she fell asleep from exhaustion. When she woke up again, Malcolm was lying next to her. He was holding a book and was lost in it. On his lap was a tray with coffee, tea, toast, eggs and all sorts of things. She smiled a little. He turned his head and looked at her.

"Hello Ellen." He brushed a curl of hair from her face.

"Morning, Mal." She smiled. Was this how Linda felt when she woke up early? It was a wonderful feeling. He carefully picked up the tray and placed it on her lap.

"Here." He grinned.

"Thank you." She picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. "As a pregnant woman, what can I no longer do?" She asked.

"No smoking, no alcohol. If you're pregnant for a long time, no more bending over because it hurts. Angus will have to take on a lot. And you'll be hungry all the time." She giggled a little and leaned against his chest with a sigh. Malcolm tensed for a moment, but then put an arm around her and kissed her head.

"Thank you, Mal. For everything."

"You don't even know if it worked." He whispered.

"But even if not. Thanks." He chuckled a little.

*

After breakfast, Malcolm went home. Angus and Linda slept on the sofa. Malcolm giggled and kissed his love on the forehead. Linda lazily opened her eyes and began to smile when she saw him.

"Hello, Mal." She whispered.

"Hi, Linds. Slept well?"

"Mh." She hummed and saw Angus hug her. Malcolm giggled.

"He's always been doing that. He's looking for body contact. He can't sleep without physical contact." Linda smiled at her little brother-in-law. Malcolm stroked Ang's curls. "Come on, Ang. Get up."

"Don't want to." Angus grumbled and turned away. Linda and Malcolm giggled.

"Breakfast is ready." Malcolm breathed in Angus' ear.

"Really?" Asked Angus, wide awake. They started laughing. Angus sat up. "How is Ellen?"

"Well. She's at home and is still sleeping a little."

"Do you think it worked?" Linda asked as she kissed Malcolm hungrily.

"I don't know. She thinks so." Malcolm shrugged. "Ang, I need to talk to you. Will you come with me, please?" Angus nodded and followed his brother into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Malcolm leaned against the kitchenette.

"Ang, if Ellen is pregnant now, you have to be there for her, is that clear? You no longer go to a bar with Brian, you stay at home with your wife. Understood?" He asked sternly. Angus looked at him a little shocked, but nodded. Malcolm hugged him. "I just want her to be happy."

"Aw. Was there anything else last night?" Angus asked.

"No. Just what we had to. However, she told me that when you do that, you were always gone early and she almost cried. Be there for her, okay?" Angus nodded.

*

Three weeks later, Ellen was pregnant. A month later you could see her baby bump. The band announced that Angus and Ellen were expecting a baby. It was hard for Malcolm because he knew it was his child. But he also knew that his and Linda's child was on the march. Linda noticed that her husband was having a hard time and consoled him.

*

(Ellen 5th months; Linda 8th months)

Linda was sitting on the sofa with Malcolm and they were watching a movie. Malcolm's hand was on her stomach and felt the baby move. Linda's head was on his shoulder. Suddenly the doorbell rang in panic. Both looked up.

"I'll open it, honey." Malcolm hummed and kissed his wife before getting up and opening the front door. He was frightened. Ellen stood in front of him with nothing but a nightgown. And it was late in autumn. "Ellen? What are you doing here? Come in." She walked past him, shaking. He closed the door and led her into the living room. Linda looked up.

"Oh god, Ellen! What happened?" Since she could no longer get up on her own, Ellen went to her and sat down. She started to cry. Malcolm, the only one not pregnant and the only one with a cool head, knelt in front of the two pregnant women who were hugging.

"What's going on, Ellen?" He asked worriedly.

"Ang said ... said that ..." She cried too hard.

"Sh. Calm down and take a deep breath." Linda said and stroked her back. When Ellen had calmed down, she began to tell:

"Brian was with us. And talked to me about the baby. He congratulated us for the hundredth time and then had to leave. When he was gone, Angus was suddenly angry. I asked him what was going on and Angus then yelled at me. He said it wasn't his child that was growing inside me." She cried again.

"Oh god." Malcolm whispered. Linda, who was trying to comfort the other woman, looked worried at her husband. "I ... I'll talk to him." Malcolm stood up.

"No! You mustn't go to him!" Ellen exclaimed in panic. "He's gone mad and has a knife."

"I'll go to him." Malcolm repeated. He put on his shoes and took Ellen's key. "Be careful who you open the door to." Malcolm warned. Then he was out of the house. He was jogging the sidewalk and soon he arrived at his brother's house. He could see light through the window. Malcolm slowly unlocked the front door and crept into the house. Angus was sitting on the sofa and crying. "Ang?" He asked carefully and walked up to him. Angus took out a knife and pointed it at him.

"Go away! You're to blame for everything!" He shouted.

"What am I to blame for?" Malcolm asked, raising his hands in the air.

"Ellen carries your child within her! My wife has a bastard in her!" Angus yelled. Malcolm was startled.

"But ... you wanted a child."

"I wanted my own!"

"You said you'd see it as your child." Malcolm whispered in shock. "Ang, you have to calm down."

"I have to calm down!? Get out of here! I never want to see you again!" Angus jumped up and went for Malcolm. The older one didn't have time to react and was pushed into a corner of the room.

"Stop it! Calm down!" Malcolm shouted, trying to push Angus away. Soon they rolled over on the floor and fought.

"You're to blame for everything, you bastard!" Angus yelled, pushing Malcolm against the wall. Malcolm gasped for air. His eyes widened and he slowly lowered his head to look down at his chest. He was impaled. On the cloakroom. The pointed golden prongs protruded from his chest. Malcolm closed his eyes and tried to swallow. Blood pooled in his mouth. Angus stared at him in shock. "Oh God. What did I do?" Angus whispered. "M ... Mal." He started to cry. Malcolm swallowed tentatively and grimaced. Blood ran down the corner of his mouth. His hands rose and slowly wrapped themselves around the blood-smeared prongs. He raised his head and looked helplessly at Angus.

"Ang." He breathed and began to cough. Angus stared at him in shock until he recovered and quickly called an ambulance.

"Mal. Please hold on." He cried. Malcolm managed to break away from the cloakroom and lay weak on the floor, which was rapidly collecting blood. Angus knelt over him and wept. "You mustn't die. What about Cara? You have to stay awake for her."

"W ... who is Cara?" Malcolm whispered.

"Your daughter. Linda found out that you're going to have a girl and she wants to name her Cara. Didn't she tell you that?" Malcolm shook his head weakly. He smiled a little.

"I'm having a daughter?" Angus nodded quickly.

"Yes. And you have to be there for her, brother. So don't die." He held Malcolm's hands in his. "I don't know what was wrong with me."

"Tell Linda that-" Malcolm turned his head and let the blood flow from his mouth. "-that I love her more than anything." Angus smiled weakly. Malcolm closed his eyes, exhausted. Angus slapped his cheek.

"Hey! Stay awake! I'm so sorry. What have I done? Why was I so angry?" He cried.

"I love you, little brother." Malcolm breathed. Soon the ambulance came and they took Malcolm with them.

*

Angus went home to Linda crying. He rang the doorbell, but nobody opened the door. He pulled out Malcolm's key and unlocked the door. He went in. Ellen and Linda looked at him anxiously from the sofa. Angus fell to his knees and howled:

"Please forgive me."

"What's going on, Ang?" Asked Linda.

"Mal is in a coma."

"What!?" Shouted both women with big eyes. Angus cried and told them the story. Linda started crying too.

"Sh. You have to calm down." Ellen said and hugged her.

"Ellen. My husband is in a coma!" Linda cried angrily. "How should I calm down?" Suddenly there was a puddle of water on the floor.

"Oh God." Breathed Ellen.

"What's going on?" Asked Angus.

"Lind's water is broken. You have to take her to the hospital immediately!" She exclaimed angrily. Angus grabbed his brother's wife and pulled her into his car as quickly as possible. Then they drove to the hospital. Linda whined all the time.

"Are you all right?" Angus asked tensely.

"Angus! How am I supposed to be fine if I... ah... give birth to a child!?" She screamed.

"Sorry." Angus whispered. They arrived at the hospital and paramedics immediately took Linda to a room. Angus followed and held her hand. She tortured herself for 15 hours until Cara Mia Young was born. The baby screeched as it was placed in her arms. Linda smiled happily at the girl.

"Hello Cara." She whispered exhausted. "I'm your mama. And this is your uncle Angus. Look." She held the baby so it was staring at Angus. "Ang, take her. I'm ... I'm so tired."

"It's okay." Angus breathed and took Cara. He started laughing in relief. Is this how it felt when you were present at a birth and then allowed to hold the baby? Suddenly Angus started crying. "Why are you crying?" Asked Linda half asleep.

"Because Mal wasn't there when his daughter was born." Linda also cried a little.

"That was his greatest wish." She whispered. Cara still had red spots all over her body. She was removed from Angus and placed in a baby bed next to Linda. "Go and visit Mal." Linda breathed and then fell asleep from exhaustion. Angus went crying out of the room and into the stationary wing. There he asked about Malcolm and was taken to the correct room. Malcolm lay in a hospital bed surrounded by hundreds of machines. A bandage was wrapped around his chest and the steady beeping of a heart monitor could be heard. Angus wept as he sat in the chair next to his brother.

"It's all my fault." He took Malcolm's hand. "It's all my fault." He sniffed. "You have a beautiful daughter, Mal. She has the same big eyes as you, your nose and your jaw." He wiped a tear aside. "I'm so sorry you couldn't be there. You would be the happiest man in the world now if you could have seen that."