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Patch
Angel?
No answer
Angel?! Please answer me! I'm sorry! Angel please open the door!
No answer
Patch could hear Nora's silent sobs as she cried in the guest room. So badly did Patch want to break down the door and hold his angel. He felt like a monster. He made a vow to never hurt her, to protect her, and it was himself that he needed to protect her from. Patch felt a sudden wave of anger anger and he punched the window, but it came with a surprising sting. He felt pain coarse through his arm as he saw the blood trickle out of his hand. He still had to get used to this. He, unlike any other fallen angel could feel, it brought him tremendous joy to feel his angel touch him, but it also made it a pain in the ass. He now understood why the funny bone was called the funny bone. The pain was now in his eyes, they stung. He touched his face and it brought moisture to his fingers. Was he crying?! His throat tightened and it burned with sadness. He desperately wanted to hold his angel.
"Angel?" He called through the door that separated them. His voice sounded different, muffled by tears. He looked back at the coffee table and saw the reason for her crying. It was a pregnancy test. Positive. He saw it when he first came in the house.
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Nora could hear patch come in and her chest tightened. What is he going to say! He's going to hate me! Why can't this just end. I can't be a mom! I'm only twenty two. I'm barely aloud to drink! How am I supposed to care for multiple babies if I can't even care for one! I can't even take care of myself!
"Angel! I brought some caramel appl-"
"Angel..." He called to her. She didn't answer but her sobs grew louder. Dammit! I left the test on the table! What was the point of taking that! The doctor even showed them on the ultrasound machine! Oh god he's going to leave us!He's going to leave me! Dammit Nora haven't you heard of protection!? How is this even possible? Should I keep them? Would they survive? What if someone goes after them?! I'm not going to let them touch my babies! How far along am I? Three-maybe four months? I can't even remember what the doctor said; wow Nora! How did I not even see the bump!? Oh god what if I hurt them! I've been out partying with Patch! Oh my babies! This is all my fault!
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Angel if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down! He thought at her. Suddenly, she threw open the door and looked at him. So... a baby huh? His mind spoke. She looked up at him and started to cry. Was she scared about changing what we had? I mean we already moved in together. We made an oath to each other to love the other for eternity, so what was the problem? He looked down at her, and now he could see it. His child, their child, was growing inside of her. He held her close to him as he spoke to her again. Angel, don't cry. I'm going to be here for you and the baby! She stepped back a little. Angel?
Really? Do you mean that? I'm so scared. What if it turns out like Marcy and doesn't live long!? He could sense her worry in her thoughts and wanted to hold her again, but held back. She cleared her throat. " Patch, I understand if you don't want to stay with me. You told me don't see yourself as a father, and I won't force you to love this child. I found out today when I made a doctors appointment. I was feeling sick and so I was worried that something bad was going to happen because nephilim don't get sick. She took some blood and then, well that's when she asked me to do an ultrasound. I could see it clear as day. I could hear a heartbeat. Please don't be mad at our child. You can resent me, but please don't blame this on the baby! Wait Patch, are you... crying?"
Nora
I couldn't believe it, was he crying? He only cried maybe once around me...and that's when he thought I was dead! Is he that scared? I need to let him think about this. He needs some space. I walked away from him and straight to our room. I looked into our closet and grabbed a suitcase. Patch had made me by one just in case something bad happened and he wanted to keep me safe. I stuffed it with some casual clothes, should I by maternity clothes? Angel!? Where are you going! Are you mad at me! I promise to you that I do not resent our child! So help me if I leave this child I will personally chain myself in hell! His thoughts rang inside my head with a sense of fear.
"Patch, I'm going stay with my mom for a little bit. I just want you to think about this. Okay?" He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I slid my hand over my stomach and I could feel them move. All four of them. My nephilim doctor said that this could happen because of patch being a fallen angel and me, a nephilim. When we...conceived, there was just so much of life energy that we both had, his heavenly DNA was meant to procreate and my nephilim blood had an extraordinary boost of that too, being a nephilim. All that life force couldn't just make one child, and that's how I got pregnant with four. I didn't want to tell him this because I didn't even know if he was sure of himself to raise even one. I guess that's why fallen angels breed with humans, they were normal and there was a slim chance that they could create more than one child. This child was the first of it's kind, and that scared me. The doctor said that the babies may have special abilities when it was born, a mixture of nephilim and angel powers gave it some gifts that had yet to be seen. I was a little scared to be honest. The doctor said that these babies would be powerful, being over 70% angel, which is more than I can say that I have. She asked if I wanted to know the genders, which I can't say I didn't. Three boys and a girl. I was overjoyed at the thought. Would they have my eyes or Patch's hair? Maybe the girl would have my legs!
I walked up to Patch and wiped his face. Don't cry Patch, you need time to think about this, I know you love me, but I need to make sure you'll love the- could I tell about them yet- baby too. I strolled out of our new house. We had just bought it since we figured that we were safe from all the Hanks, Rixon's, and Dante's of the world. It was a two story and I couldn't believe that we could afford it with me not having a job. I had worked at a Diner for a little bit before Patch decided he wanted to keep an eye on me at all times and make sure I was safe with him. Patch had a fortune that made me question what he did. He said it was because he had done many high paying jobs in the time he had been on earth, but I left it at that. The entrance of the house was greeted by designer living room with a black leather couch and a flat screen that hung on the wall, a black coffee table and some picture of us scattered on the walls. I insisted on getting a rug large rug where we put under the couch and coffee table because I wanted to have some of the hard wood floor covered. In the back of the living room led to the kitchen. We had shopped for hours at sears trying to get the perfect had a hard tile floor that was the color of sand. A silver fridge was at the end of the room and a granite counter was next to it; next to that was a beautiful sink that had a brass nozzle that had a small hose attached to it. Next to that was a dish washer a dishwasher with a granite surface that acted like a counter. A counter bent along with the wall as it connected with the stove with a microwave hovering over it. We mad sure to put another counter next to the stove for fear of one of us bumping into it. Back into the living room was an arch that opened into a hallway with a closet and cabinets, along with a bathroom fit with a black bathtub that could also be a shower. Along the wall were dark marble counters with two built in sinks. A white porcelain toilet sat next to them with a small trash bin close by. At the edge of the living room was a stairway that you walked up a could steps, turned, then continued to the second floor. Our room was the first door that consisted of a bed that had tall posts with white cloth circling up them that then hung over us like a tent. It had a black satin comforter, thanks to Patch. There was a small closet in it and the room had white shaggy carpet. A bathroom connected to our bedroom and it was lovely. It had a large white tub with water jets inside, making it like a hot tub. Our sink was on a single counter and was colored platinum. The bathroom toilet was black and all the walls hung white cotton towels. Leaving our bedroom was a narrow hallway that had doors connecting it to a spare rooms, one that we had yet to turn into a nursery, if he wanted children. There was another bathroom that was not connected to any rooms and it was quite plain with a claw foot bathtub and a plain white sink that stood on its own next to a toilet. When I first saw the house, I was in tears. It was my dream house. It saddened me that I might never see it again.
When I got into my car, I saw patch standing in the doorway, with a hurt expression, but he did not follow me, knowing what I would say. I didn't really know where to go, so I decided to stop by at a diner. I wish Vee was here, but she was with her husband Gavin and there young son. I hoped that one day I would be able to be like that with Patch when the babies were born.
Nora?
I turned around in an instance, the last time I had heard a voice like that was a the battle, right before he was stabbed by Dante. And there standing at the entrance of the diner was Scott. I stood there dumbstruck as I looked him over. He looked fine, except for a hole in his shirt. I cried when I saw it, and then ran into his arm. "Where the hell have you been!? I thought you were DEAD!" He held me tight as I sobbed into his embrace.
I promised your dad I would look after you, and that's what brought me back. I could feel that you needed me and something inside me told me where to find you. My face was buried in his shoulder as I sobbed and he soothed me with comforting words. I took him to Patch and I's safe house. When we got there I told him everything. I told him about Vee getting married, I told him about Patch being able to feel, and then I told him about the pregnancy.
I think I know how to help you... I looked at him for a second and then my mind when blank and a blinding white took me into unconsciousness.