Well, please don't hate me for the next few chaps because if you feel
he need to not read anymore, please feel free. I know how it feels.
And to let you know, Amaya died from complications after child birth
and Christian was mean before because he needed special medicine to
keep him normal. Ok, that's all accounted for so lets move on. I love
each and every one of you who reads and reviews because it means a lot
to me and don't cry for Ewansbabie_MR because it will end happily ever
after.
(The next day)
The doctors had taken Amaya to a nearby funeral home so she could be laid to rest as soon as possible.
As for the Duke, he was left with the little baby and had to decide what his name was going to be.
He wanted an original name, a name no other child had.
"What about Marvin? No, no, that's a bad name. Jacob? No, that won't do."
He thought to himself. It would be so much easier if Amaya were there.
They hadn't done any thinking about it before; they just agreed to choose it when it was born.
Now that she wasn't here, what was he to do?
It would definitely be harder than he thought.
He carried the baby in his arms and thought hard. As the baby began to cry, he looked into its eyes.
Its emerald green, sparkling eyes.
"Angel."
He said. And after that, the baby's name was Angel.
@
Years went by.
The Duke and Angel grew a father-to-son bond that couldn't be broken.
Angel didn't need a mother.
The Duke was more than a father or a mother; he was like a friend.
The Duke and Angel never parted.
The Duke never dated another woman; they just spent all their time together.
But one thing would change that, one thing would make the Duke snap and that faithful day, it happened.
"Dad, why can't I go to the pub? Jake and Andrew are waiting for me."
"No, you can't go, you're too young."
"I never said I was going to drink. We're just gonna hang out."
"No, you can't. I'm sorry."
"No you're not, you're just saying that."
And with that, Angel stormed off to his room.
The Duke was filled with rage; no one talked back to him, no one.
The Duke caught him right as he was opening his door.
He grabbed his arm tightly and looked into his eyes.
Then, he planted a smack on Angels face.
Angel fell back as his father let go of his arm.
He shielded his face as he got up once more.
"You bastard."
He said. He shoved his father out of the way and headed for the door.
He caught him once again and held his arm firmly.
"Don't you ever talk back to me!"
He hit him again.
Now, Angel's face was imprinted with a big bruise.
Angel felt his hot face.
He freed his arm from his fathers grip and without warning, he hit him back.
The Duke rolled to the ground as Angel grabbed his coat and hurried out the front door, slamming it behind him.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE CHRISTIAN!!"
Another miss match name thing and I will explain in the next chap if you review. Thanks a billion!
(The next day)
The doctors had taken Amaya to a nearby funeral home so she could be laid to rest as soon as possible.
As for the Duke, he was left with the little baby and had to decide what his name was going to be.
He wanted an original name, a name no other child had.
"What about Marvin? No, no, that's a bad name. Jacob? No, that won't do."
He thought to himself. It would be so much easier if Amaya were there.
They hadn't done any thinking about it before; they just agreed to choose it when it was born.
Now that she wasn't here, what was he to do?
It would definitely be harder than he thought.
He carried the baby in his arms and thought hard. As the baby began to cry, he looked into its eyes.
Its emerald green, sparkling eyes.
"Angel."
He said. And after that, the baby's name was Angel.
@
Years went by.
The Duke and Angel grew a father-to-son bond that couldn't be broken.
Angel didn't need a mother.
The Duke was more than a father or a mother; he was like a friend.
The Duke and Angel never parted.
The Duke never dated another woman; they just spent all their time together.
But one thing would change that, one thing would make the Duke snap and that faithful day, it happened.
"Dad, why can't I go to the pub? Jake and Andrew are waiting for me."
"No, you can't go, you're too young."
"I never said I was going to drink. We're just gonna hang out."
"No, you can't. I'm sorry."
"No you're not, you're just saying that."
And with that, Angel stormed off to his room.
The Duke was filled with rage; no one talked back to him, no one.
The Duke caught him right as he was opening his door.
He grabbed his arm tightly and looked into his eyes.
Then, he planted a smack on Angels face.
Angel fell back as his father let go of his arm.
He shielded his face as he got up once more.
"You bastard."
He said. He shoved his father out of the way and headed for the door.
He caught him once again and held his arm firmly.
"Don't you ever talk back to me!"
He hit him again.
Now, Angel's face was imprinted with a big bruise.
Angel felt his hot face.
He freed his arm from his fathers grip and without warning, he hit him back.
The Duke rolled to the ground as Angel grabbed his coat and hurried out the front door, slamming it behind him.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE CHRISTIAN!!"
Another miss match name thing and I will explain in the next chap if you review. Thanks a billion!