Hi, here is chapter 25. Btw- i thought i should let you know that there will be a total of 27 chapters in this story and that there will be a sequel to this story. after chapter 27 i will announce the name of the sequel, the overview and the date of when the first chapter will be uploaded.

So, hope you like it! ENJOY!

Chapter 25

"You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

The corner of his mouth twitched up, "Pregnant?"

"YES! OK? I'M PREGNANT! I'M WITH CHILD AND I UNDERSTAND IF YOU DONT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT! I'M NOT EVEN-"

She was cut off by his lips being pressed against hers as his hands cupped her cheeks. She quickly forgot about everything and melted into his kiss, she hadn't realised how much she'd missed him until now. She wrapped her hands around his waist, pulling him closer. They slowly started to break apart but still stayed close enough that their noses were touching, his hands cupping her cheeks, hers wrapped around his waist, holding him close.

Her heart skipped a beat as a smile spread across his face and his eyes twinkled, "I love you Emelina."

The corner of her mouth twitched up, "So you're not angry or upset?"

He chuckled and brushed her cheek, ever so lightly, with the back of his hand, "Upset? Angry? Why would I be anything but happy that I'm having a child – starting a family – with the one and only girl I love?"

She blushed and felt tears of happiness roll down her cheeks; she swiftly moved her hands up around his neck and pulled him down into another passionate yet tender kiss. His hands fell to her waist, slowly pulling her over to the bed. He gripped her hips and laid her down on the mattress, crawling on top of her, never breaking from the kiss. Her hands twirling with the back of his hand as his ran up and down her sides. He started to trail kisses down her neck, nibbling and sucking lightly on her pulse as he tugged on the bottom of her shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing her tors.

He moved down and stated trailing soft kisses across it, "I. Love. You. So. Much."

She bit her bottom lip and grinned at how he was acting but then the light dimmed from her eyes and smile slightly dropped, "What are we going to do about our fathers?"

Jonathon stopped and looked up at her worriedly. He crawled back up, lying on his side next to her.

He gently brushed her cheek, "I'm going to take you far away, far way where no one can hurt you and we'll be happy and have our own family and grow old together and live happily ever after."

She smiled softly, "Where will we go?"

He smiled lightly, "I don't know... Brisbane, Sydney, Italy, New York or maybe London."

"London?" She asked raising an amused eyebrow.

"Maybe or maybe a small country town in Brittan somewhere. I'll take you where ever you want to go."

His words lit up her face; she reached up and pulled him into another loving kiss, "I love you."

"I love you more."

They continued kissing, entangle in each other's arms.

After what felt like hours of soft, passionate kissing they slowly started to break apart.

He was looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face, "A week."

"What?"

"Give me a week to get everything ready and then we can disappear... together."

She smiled, "Ok. One week." She gave him on last soft, tender, loving kiss before he had to go.

He dashed up the stairs and bolted into his room. His heart was racing with joy, 'She's pregnant! I'm going to be a father… I will not be like my father, NO! I WILL NOT BE ANYTHING LIKE HIM! I will be a great father! We are going to be so happy… I need a plan. I can't just go into this; attack first, think later. I need a plan…' He sat down at his desk, pulling out a notebook and pen, and started writing down basic steps; expanding on them later.

As he was expanding on step 3 Valentine called for him, "Jonathon! Can you come downstairs for me?"

He sighed in annoyance; he closed his notebook and slid it under his pillow. He made his way downstairs to find his father sitting at the table with books, papers, maps and folders spread across it.

"Father, you called for me?"

Valentine was still looking through the mess, "Yes. In two days we will be leaving. We will be going to Idris, there you will go undercover as a boy named Sebastian Velerac. Once there you will report back to me your findings."

Jonathon was furious but was hiding it well, "But fa-"

"Word of warning Jace will be there and possible Clarissa."

He was burning with rage but he kept pushing it down but the metion of Golden Boy made it worse, "Clarissa?"

"Your sister, you remember I told you about her?"

He only vaguely remembered, "Angel Girl" he hissed under his breath, to low for Valentine to hear.

"Here, this is your briefing." He handed Jonathon a cream folder that had the words 'Sebastian Velerac' written along the top along with a photo of a dorky, black haired boy on it. "Oh, you may have realised that he has black hair. You will have to di yours to pull it off."

"But fa-"

"I've already bought you the hair-di, it's in your bathroom, on the bench."

He stood in silence for a moment, anger boiling inside him but he forced himself to turn around and walk back up the stairs instead of ripping Valentine apart right there and then.

As soon as his bedroom door closed behind him the panic set in, 'Two days! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!' Without thinking he started emptying the contents of his cupboard and draws into his suitcases and carry bags. He opened his safe at the back of the closet, pulling out his mundane emergency money, at least $20,000 from each basic nation; USA, Europe, Australia and China. He zipped up the moneybag and collapsed to his knees. 'Calm down! Calm down! CALM DOWN! Go have a shower and think about what you're going to do!' His breathing was still heavy and hitched from his minor panic attack he just had and made his way over to his bathroom. He slammed the bathroom door in frustration. He yanked his clothes off and turned on the cool water. He stepped in and let the cooling water run over his steaming body. His head was still pounding from panic and stress. He stood there for an hour, just letting the cool water calm him. He stepped out with weak knees. He wrapped a towel around his hips, walked into his room and got dressed into a pair of black jeans and white v-neck t-shirt along with his black trust hoodie along with his sneakers. He walked over to the bags of random clothes tossed amongst his bed and organized it all. One bag had clothed (he thought he only needed a few things because he could just buy new ones) as well as his stele and the first dagger her ever owned; a little hand-held dagger with red leather handle with runes engraved on the blade. The second bag had the mundane money in it. As he zipped the bag up after a final count he noticed the book with his plan was lying open on the ground. His heart started it race as he cautiously picked it up. His stomach twisted as he realised the page it was open to; the page where he wrote the draft of the letter to his father. His hand went limp as the book fell to the ground, he bolted out of the room and down the hall, his head pounding, 'NO! NO! NO!'

As he bolted down the stairs he stoped mid-step as he saw his father sitting at the head of the table with a wicked grin on his face, his hands folded in front of him; it was if he was waiting for him. His wicked grin grew as his eyes fell on the distraught Jonathon, "Jonathon."

Jonathon swallowed in an attempt to hide his shaky voice, "F-Father?" He carefully made his way down the last few steps and stood at the opposite end of the table.

Valentine's wicked grin grew, "Jonathon, I thought I should let you know, there's a present waiting fro you in the lounge room."

Jonathon's heart was racing, 'Present? When ever he says something is a present it's never good.' Jonathon cautiously made his way over to the lounge. His hands shaking, heart racing and breath caught as he stepped into the room, "NO!"

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