Always His Angel

by romanianphantom

From the moment she was born, their lives were destined for each other. He had always been there for her. Over the years, he watched her grow into a beautiful woman. Though years apart and being his best friend's daughter, she was forbidden fruit. From their first kiss, their hearts yearned for each other. He knew he always belonged her and she would always be his angel

4. Chapter 4

A/N: Happy Weekend everyone! I have another chapter for you guys. Like I said, i'll be jumping ahead to get the story rolling a bit. I'll always put Christine or Erik's age at the beginning so you have an idea how old they are so not to be confusing.

Also, I'm going to give you a quick info on Erik to help understand him a bit. If you have read my stories before, you know I like to make Erik with different nationalities: Romanian, American, Scottish, English...For this story, Erik is part Hispanic. That being said, there will be some Spanish in this story. It won't be as much as like I have in Highland Phantom series, but I'll always have the translation right afterwards if you don't know Spanish. You'll get more of his background as the story goes on, but I just wanted to point that out.

Ok, enough from me. Enjoy the chapter

Chapter 4: My Little Girl

Erik: age 21

"Mira quién está atrás. (Looks who's back)" The man at the front desk greeted the two men as they entered the shop. Walking over to the desk, Erik leaned on the counter. "How is the little one?" He asked George in English.

"Growing fast." George answered as Erik signed in. "She'll be four in a week."

"Wow. Yeah they grow up fast." The man said. "Alright, head back guys and I'll be right there." He said. Nodding, Erik and George headed back into the first room. Sitting in a chair, George sighed as he pulled out his phone.

"My little girl is going to be four." He said, running his hand through his hair. Chuckling, he removed his shirt to set it aside.

"You survived four years." Erik joked, sitting in the chair.

"We survived four years." He corrected. "Kristen is planning on having a small party for her. Family of course and a few friends from daycare." Since Erik got promoted at his job, he worked more and couldn't watch Christine as much over the years. However, he always took Saturday nights off and that was night to spend with Christine. It was their night together and Christine always looked forward to spending the night with her Uncle Erik as she called him. "Would you mind playing again?" He asked his friend.

"Of course, I'll play. It wouldn't be a birthday party if I didn't play song or two for her." He answered as the man entered the room.

"Muy bien, ¿estás listo? (Alright, are you ready?)" He asked in Spanish, making Erik nod. Preparing his equipment, Erik sat back. "¿Apenas hacemos al brazal o al hombro también? (We are just doing the armband or the shoulder too?)"

"Just the armband today." Erik answered.

"Kristen would kill me if I got a tattoo." George commented as the artist cleaned Erik's arm.

"Well lucky for me, she is your wife." He replied back as he felt the needle on his skin. This would be Erik's third tattoo that he's gotten over the last three years. He already had on his right lower forearm that was a simple tribal tattoo design. His second tattoo was a quote he loved that was on his inner right bicep. Though it was in Spanish, George knew the translate. It was a quote from a poem which surprised both him and Kristen when Erik got it. Despite the rough exterior Erik had, he had the soul of poet.

After two hours, the new tattoo was done and covered. Once Erik paid, the two left the tattoo shop to head back to George's apartment where Kristen and Christine were waiting for the two. It was a Saturday so it was Erik's night to watch her while her parents when out to dinner or just spend time at their apartment while Christine was at Erik's. Entering the apartment, both men were greeted by a giggling girl who ran over to them as soon as the door was opened.

"Uncle Erik!" She squealed as he picked her up, spinning her around and making her squeal.

"Ah there are my two husbands." Kristen teased as she appeared in the living room. Erik hated the second husband joke, but went along with it. "Let's see the new one." She said with slight disapproval in his voice. Looking over the at the new tattoo, she only nodded and stepped back. "Not bad, it actually looks nice." It was a simple tribal armband around his left upper arm. Kristen approved that Erik's tattoos were always simple, appropriate and very Erik. "Now, Christine is already to go." She changed the subject. "No ice cream before bed, Erik." She ordered, knowing whenever Erik watched their daughter, he spoiled her and usually never followed the rules when it came to bedtime.

"Aw mom, that's no fun." He joked, making her roll her eyes. "Don't worry, I have no more ice cream at my place since someone ate it all last time." He glanced over to the girl in his arms. "Is she staying the night or will you guys actually pick her up for once?" He asked. Only four times in the almost four years did they pick Christine up at night and not the next morning. Erik never minded at though.

"The next morning." She answered, making her nod. He let her say goodbye to her parents before taking her out to his car. Putting her in the backseat, he got her into her carseat before getting in the driver's seat. Erik's apartment wasn't far from theirs, just a few miles away. He made sure to live close to them in case of emergencies so that way he was nearby or whenever Christine wanted to visit her uncle Erik. Like the joke stated, he was the second husband.

A week later and the morning of Christine's birthday, Erik's phone went off, alerting him to wake up. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his phone to turn off the alarm and threw the phone on the pillow next to him. Getting up, he yawned as he zombie walked to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. It was only 7am but his day would be busy from preparing George's apartment for the party and then the party. He promised he would help get the decorations with Kristen since George had to work a half day at work. By the time Erik got to their apartment, Kristen was ready to go. Christine was at daycare so they could go shopping and get things ready for the party. After an hour of shopping, they returned to the apartment to set everything up which meant Erik step it up with Kristen baked the cake. By noon, the apartment was ready. Around 1pm did the guest start arriving. Family and Christine's friends arrived and soon the small apartment was filled with people. As Erik mingled with some of the guests, he soon felt someone attached to his leg. Looking down, he could see a pair of big brown eyes looking up at him.

"Can you play a song, please?" She asked him.

"One song." He agreed, making her jump up in excitement. Excusing himself, he went to grab his guitar as they started the gather in the living room. Sitting down in a chair in the middle of the room, he started tuning the instrument. George came over to sit beside him.

"This is a little number for a special someone." George said, smiling at his daughter who was sitting in Kristen's lap. Nodding to his friend, he listened as Erik began playing the song.

"Gotta hold on easy as I let you go

Going to tell you how much I love you

Though you think you already know."

George started off, singing a few lines. His voice wasn't as striking as Erik's, but it was enough for Christine.

"I remember I thought you looked like an angel

Wrapped in pink, so soft and warm

You've had me wrapped around your finger

Since the day you were born."

Erik sang next, remembering the day she was born. It was true, she had him wrapped around her finger since then. But he never minded at all. The two continued to sing as Erik played. Both their voices coming together for the chorus.

"Someday some boy will come and ask me for your hand

But I won't say yes to him

Unless I know he's the half that makes you whole

He has a poet's soul and the heart of a man's man

I know he'll say that he's in love

But between you and me, he won't be good enough

You're beautiful baby, from the outside in

Chase your dreams but always know

The road that will lead you home again

Go on, take on this old world but to me

You know you'll always be my little girl."

Finishing the song, the room flipped with applause as Christine ran over to hug her dad tight. Smiling, Erik set his guitar aside just before she ran to him, leaping in his lap.

"Thank you, Uncle Erik."

"Anytime, Angel." He called her his little nickname. Moving back over to George's lap, Erik played another song for her, her favorite as usual. She always requested it on her birthday. When he finished his song, then came the presents and cake. By bedtime, Christine was exhausted from the day, as were her parents and Erik. Saying goodbye to her, he picked up her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, little Angel."

Quickly apologizing if anyone is against tattoos. Also the song is My Little Girl by Tim McGraw.

Reviews are welcome : )