Chapter 4

Lelouch was sitting in a grassland full of rare black roses with no thorns. He was appreciating the nature of beauty as the gentle breeze softly touches his skin. The sun was out, sleeping while the cumulus clouds took over it's job in covering the sky. The temperature is neither hot nor cold. It's just right, to begin with.

He was alone there, idle, until an unfamiliar tad came in his vision.

"Daddy... Daddy!" a small child running towards Lelouch called him.

"Who are you?" Lelouch asked, astounded as he stood there.

"Daddy! Daddy... Daddy!" the 3 yr. old child still shouted until it reaches him.

"Why are you addressing me as your Daddy?" he asked bowing his head to hear his answer.

"'Coz you're my Daddy." he deliberately answered his annoying question.

"How could that be possible?" he then again questioned his credibility.

"You freakin made it out with Mommy and now you're telling me how could my existence be possible?" the irritated raven haired kid retorted angrily.

"When did that happen?" Lelouch asked looking at the amber eyed boy.

"You're really a sucker, Daddy!" he punched Lelouch with all his might that made him stumble.

He was still calm yet a small nerve was visible in his temple. "How could you be my son? You're unbelievably strong... And-" he said but the child cut him off.

"Of course, I inherited this strenght from my Mom! It's just this commonly seen raven hair that I got from you. I would rather have Mom's hair for it's just odd yet great." he declared pointing out that he never wanted to inherit everything from his father.

Lelouch glanced at him with disgust. He never encountered one as naughty as this child, or perhaps, his child. "And who's your Mom, by the way?"

"You're really a pain in the ass, Dad. I never thought my Father would be as idiotic as you." the frowning child mocked.

"What?" he mumbled in rage.

"You can recognize my Mom by this golden eyes. Bastard." he clearly ridiculed.

"Honey colored orbs? Hmmm... Cc?" he guessed wildly.

It made the boy irritated that it kick his... That made Lelouch cry to death. "Rascal, because of you, I was born yet I'm not that grateful about it because my Dad is as imbecile and bloc...khead as you." he then ran away from him, leaving him alone the fields.

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It was twilight when he slept, yet 'twas still twilight when he woke up (sitting beside Cc's bed) from his nightmare. He usually doesn't dream, so it left him surprised.

Lelouch deeply pondered what his dream meant and remembered that Cc was indeed pregnant. He still can't accept the fact that he was going to be a father... To have a son as mischievous as that child in his dream.

Everything was not planned. He didn't ever thought that in a young age, he will be a parent. Aye, he's 19 now, for when he first met Cc, he was 17. The 1st rebellion lasted for almost a year, and when his memory was erased by Charles, his father, it took another year of his life to regain it back.

Yet, until now, he still wasn't decided... if he really love Cc. And now, in a sudden, he's going to be a father? It still hasn't sunk in his head.

Looking at her small figure, Lelouch was imagining Cc conceiving his and her child. Damn, he wanted a bouncing baby girl, as kind and innocent as Nunnally; not a playful, misbehaving boy.

Cc impetuously opened her eyes seeing Lelouch looking after her. She really does admire him. In her whole life, she never had a Master as kind and caring as him, for everyone was abusing her ignorance.

Lelouch smiled at her, and she did smile back. It was a good feeling that it was Lelouch, 'coz she'll never pick anyone else to be his master besides him...

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AN: PLS R&R. Thanks!

-clr2
i'm really grateful you're still looking forward for this fic. supposedly, i wasn't going to continue this, for i am working for two other fics for CG. PLS, if you have some spare time, read Just a Dream and I'm not a Lady, and PLS. do review.