A Chance I Never Had

A/N: Hey long long time no see. Here's a chapter! Enjoy!

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Unknown POV

Cameron in a wheel chair, who would've thought it possible, the girl hated to be pushed around, to stand on the sidelines to watch. I'd known Cameron Morgan her entire life, from the moment Chris had stepped out of the room carrying the crying bundle of joy. I'll never forget how his eyes looked down on his daughter, the joy, triumph and love. The purest love of that from a father to a child. Looking at her now you'd never would have guessed the reason she sat in that wheelchair. You'd never think that he'd have put her there, but he had. He'd begun to hate her; it was around the time she grew her hair out to look like her mother. Around the time he began to despise Rachel, and detest Joe Solomon. I couldn't blame him though, his best friend and his wife hiding a secret relationship behind his back. Not only that but within his own house. Spies. I rolled my eyes at the mere thought of it; we were terrible spies back then. Now I would've easily have heard him coming around the hall I could have warned them, but back then I hadn't heard anything. I was a child, a child who'd managed to destroy not only one life but also much more then I'd ever imagined I could.

I suppose it all started when I met Cassandra Goode at the CoC meet and greet. She was glorious, red hair swept up into a ponytail bunched up and looking like fire behind her as she walked. The man on her arm was her husband, what ever his name was, it wasn't like I cared, and he was simply for show. They'd gotten married when their parents had requested it be done. However they'd both kept different last names and anyone could see he was infatuated with her. She on the other hand didn't give a damn about him.

From the other side of the room we'd locked eyes, for me it was love a first sight. For her it was simply just another man she could conquer. I didn't mind in the slightest, I would bow at her feet and be her loyal dog if she'd asked me too. Which I suppose she had requested of me, hence the reason I was here, in a tree spying on her son and his new girlfriend.

Back to the party….I could remember it like it was yesterday. The way she baited me out of the room and into another one. One where we were alone and free to take what we wanted, and did we ever. She was a well-known assassin and was good at her job; she'd slayed many men inside and outside of the bedroom. I figured she'd be done with me after however she'd kissed my cheek and slide her number into my breast pocket. A vixen of a woman, fire red hair, bright green eyes, she was the one. I could feel it.

Sighing I pushed the hair out of my face. Zachary Goode, he had her eyes, her mouth, and her smirk. I could remember easily how that had gone down; the day Cassandra had called me in a frenzy. She was pregnant, and she was going to give birth. One catch. I was the father. I figured she was lying, there must have been another man in the mix, what about her husband. She however was adamant it was me so I rushed over to hear the two of them screaming at each other. Their house was divided, they slept in separate rooms and not once had they ever had sex. It was no wonder Cassandra had many a guys' number in her phone. She was a goddess, a vixen who could have any one she wished, and her husband never once seduced her.

I taken her and left, she was a wreck. She'd decided to keep the child and live with her sister until the child was born then she would leave the child with her sister and her husband. That was how Zachary was born into this world, under strict rule from his grandparents that demanded the Goode and Roland line remain intact even if that meant lying to him.

I'd held him once, the moment he was born the nurse handed him to me. He was stunning, the beautiful baby boy in my arms. I'd loved him with all my heart before he was taken from me, ripped from my arms by Cassandra's father who took him away ignoring her cries. Her calls, to bring him back, to return her son. I knew then that she'd have raised him; she loved him despite what she'd told everyone. In that one moment she lost not only her son, but also she lost her soul. She became the ruthless killer her parents had desired and never did she once stray from the path laid out from her. Not once, and never again.

Sitting here I wondered if he was happy. My son, his hand clutching the child that was goddaughter, his smile brightening up her world for a moment. I had always pondered my life if Gabriel Goode had let us keep Zachary. If he'd have let me marry his daughter and raise our son with the love and respect he deserved and never acquired from his "parents".

"He's happy." I looked up to see her standing above me. For how long I wouldn't know, this woman could sneak up on anyone.

"Yes." I replied pulling her down into my arms, "happy and with her." I replied she sighed nodding her head leaning back into my embrace.

"They're in danger." She replied her eyes never once leaving our son.

"We all are. You included my love." Her face crumbled at my words before her mask slid into place.

"I won't let them hurt my son." She replied and I nodded, "or Miss Morgan." I watched as her fire red hair disappeared blending in with the autumn leaves. Looking one last time down at my boy I turned and followed her.

Zach's POV

I turned around looking out Joe Solomon's large plate glass window just in time to see a whirl of blue and a cloud of leaves kicked up in its wake. My first thought was Christopher but I knew that he wouldn't have left; he'd have made a scene. Broke a window or crashed in here demanding his daughter.

"Zach?" Cammie's voice called and I looked over at her. I gave her a smile trying to mask my worry but she knew. She always knew.

"Yeah?" I asked holding onto her hand tighter.

"Report your father." She demanded and I flinched, "please."

"You want me to report my father when you couldn't even do that yourself!" I argued furious that she would ask this of me.

"He's not really your father." She replied as I glared at her,

"He still raised me." I shot back pulling my hand away from hers.

"I just….I don't want….I don't like seeing you injured." She replied and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not the one in the wheelchair-"

"Don't role your eyes at me Zachary Goode!" She snapped and I smirked. This girl noticed everything, though I should have been expecting that from yesterday's lesson.

"Whatever." I muttered not refusing her hand as she reached out for me.

"Zach?" She called my name again gripping my hand, "Zach?" I looked up and met her eyes as she smiled at me.

"Yeah?" I replied as she smiled at me meekly.

"Kiss me." She requested and I grinned. That I could do. So without getting up I pulled her from her wheelchair into my lap to do just that. Perhaps for once we could have a quiet romantic day.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!

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