New Life

Hello Readers this is my first time actually publishing one of my stories and I am happy to say that I'm finally letting somebody view my work. So anyways here it is enjoy! Oh and leave reviews negative or positive to help me make this story better for you guys! Thanks! xoxoxo

Chapter 1

It has been three years since the war between Nephilim and Fallen Angels. Three years since Patch and I made a blood oath to love and protect each other forever; and three years since Scott died. I winced at his name knowing he gave his life to save mine. I suddenly feel a pair of strong, muscular arms around my waist, Patch. He picked me up bridal style off his black leather couch and carried me to our bedroom. Inside it had a black bed with soft silk sheets a girl could melt into, a deep red love seat and curtains with brick-red tile floors. He pulled me in bed and gently kissed me on my lips.

"Goodnight, Angel " he whispered.

I stared at his perfect face that has pitch black eyes that never seem to end and jet black curly hair that sat on his forehead waiting to be messed with.

I silently whispered back "Goodnight, Patch".

He does his famous pirate grin and closed his eyes after giving me another goodnight kiss while sending heat chills down my body. I drifted to sleep not too long after in the arms of my beloved husband.

The next morning I awoke to the crisp, sweet smell of cinnamon and bacon that left the broadest smile on my face. I got out of bed unwillingly and went to the bathroom that is half the size of the room, striped off my clothes and went to take a hot, steamy shower. I got out in records time and put on black matchstick jeans and a baby blue V-neck sweater. I gradually combed through my brown curly hair that most people mistake to be red, and scurried downstairs to my gorgeous Patch.

"Good morning, Angel" Patch said in a far too cheery voice for the morning.

"Good morning, Patch" I gently crept up behind him and gave him a sweet, tender kiss on the cheek and went to go sit on the counter.

"What are you cooking?" I said as the smell filled the house.

"Bacon, eggs, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, oatmeal, and to wash it down freshly made orange juice." He turned around and flashed his pearly white teeth before going back to cooking.

I was starting to say something but I felt this strong burst of nausea creep its way to my body and I immediately sprinted up the stairs and to the bathroom and threw up all the food from the day before. I felt my hair get pulled up and a hand rub my back. This was so embarrassing! I turned around and stared at Patch with a variety of shades of red on my cheeks and looked at his dark black eyes that showed love, worry, and calmness radiating from them.

"Angel, are you ok?" typical Patch always worrying about me. I nodded my head not trusting my voice and stood up and brush my teeth, again. Since Patch recently got the ability to feel he took advantage of it and held me every chance he got. He picked me up and took me to the bed telling me he was going to' bring back some food for me. Days went on and every morning I was throwing up everything from the previous day. Finally Patch gave me a white box out of the closet and told me to use it. I walked silently to the bathroom and used the pregnancy test and three minutes late I was shedding tears like the Niagara Falls.

Patch came in and took the test from me and said nothing, I knew he was thinking about leaving me to fend for this baby alone and run off to somebody else who didn't have a growing baby inside of them. I slowly looked up and met his gaze his eyes spoke love, happiness, and joy, all my earlier worries left as quickly as they came.

"Angel, I love you and I want you to know that whatever you choose to do with this baby I will be with you the whole time, but if you choose to keep it then I promise I will love it and never leave you or it." He spoke so lovingly and his eyes held nothing but love and truth, I had nothing to worry about.

I started shedding tears of joy this time and jumped into his embrace and held it for a long amount of time.

3 months passed and it seems that I'm being followed everywhere I go. I feel this sensation on my spine and chills spread although my body. Patch seems to be on high alert since he found out I was pregnant he always checked the surroundings everywhere we went to make sure no Nephilim or Fallen Angels were trying to bring harm to me or the baby. We were on our way to Patch's favorite place to play pool, Bo's Arcade. We parked the car and was on our way into the building when a dark shadowy figure caught the corner of my eye and when I turned to see look, it wasn't there.

Patch did you see that? I mind spoke to him

See what? Are you ok Angel? Is it the baby? Maybe we should go home and rest. He rushed all these questions at me I could barely keep up.

No! I'm okay. Let's just go inside and enjoy ourselves. The way I said that came out more annoyed than reassuring.

Shortly after checking once more if anybody was watching us we walked in and the familiar smell of alcohol, smoke, dust, and mildew came rushing and I ran to the bathroom feeling nauseous. A few short moments later I came out to see Patch waiting by the entrance with our stuff, I quietly walked to him and took my stuff but not before seeing his signature fox grin and headed to the car.

So it's a little short but there is the first chapter. My first story will be only a few chapters just so i can get used to it but every other story will be more than a few chapters. So R&R please! xoxoxo