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ALL RIGHST GO TO RACHEL CAINE!
Chapter thirty-eight
Brandon's POV
I should be doing work, I shouldn't be letting my mind wonder but I can't help it. It just does what it wants to do, it's like I have no control over my mind. I should be concentrating on my work, I am behind on my paper work which makes Oliver a very dull boy, but I just can't think straight. My thoughts keep wondering to Abby. Is she okay babysitting? I wonder how her talk with Sam is going. Will she keep the baby? These are only some of the many thoughts that have crossed my mind in this short period of time I've been away from her. I make it sound as though as we are being kept from each other, we're not. I can quite easily go to her or her to me, but I know that she is busy; just like I am supposed to be. But with everything that has happened and that is happening, my mind just won't leave her.
I never wanted children, not as a human, not as a vampire, yet with her I am willing to be father. I find myself wanting a family with her, whether the baby is mine or not. But of course the child can't be mine due to my lack of fertility thanks to me being a vampire. But I enjoy being a vampire, so the whole fertility thing never bothered me. I will quite happily help her with this child; raise it as though it's my own flesh and blood; Even though he or she won't be. Speaking of this, maybe I can go and deal with the bastard, pardon the language, who did this to her. Who put her through so much hurt that he should be hung for it, not to mention castrated for abusing her in such a horrific way. He made her with child, without her consent. None of it was with her consent and that just boils my blood even further. With that I jump up from behind my desk, head outside into my car and drive down to where Amelie keeps her prisoners; it's a sort of a private prison
When I get there I park up and head straight into the main where, surprisingly enough, Amelie is stood talking to one of the guards.
"Amelie, can I wish to have some…private time with the man known as Joseph" I request to her, hoping she will grant me this one pleasure if she won't let me kill him.
"Do as you will, Brandon, just don't kill him. Injure him if you will, just do not kill or seriously injure him. if he dies due to you, I will kill you myself" she warns me and I nod my acceptance before taking the key off the security guard after Amelie demands him to give it me. With a grin on my face I head to his cell where he will suffer for what he put Abby through.
Abby's POV
"Has he not picked up yet?" Sam inquires as I try to phone Brandon again on his cell. Why is he not answering me?
"No" I sigh as I shove my phone into my pocket defeated. So much for him coming to pick me up, all the glass house members are back home and said I could stay here until I had a ride home. They didn't seem fazed by the whole Brandon being my boyfriend thing.
"I'll drop you off on my way home then" Sam insists before motioning towards the front door, I thank him as we walk out the door and into his car.
When I get back home I thank Sam one last time before making my way inside, just to find the house empty. I was hoping that Brandon would be here, I needed him here. I need to talk to him, I think I want this baby but I need to make sure that he will in fact be there for me. I drag myself upstairs into our bedroom where I change out of my clothes into a purple silk nighty that Brandon bought me not to long ago. I jump under the covers of our bed just as my phone begins to ring; who the hells would be phoning at this time of night?
"Hello?" I ask cautiously, seeing as I didn't recognise the number.
"Abby, it's your father" did he get a new number?
"What do you want? And did you get a new number?" I query him as I switch on the bedside lamp so I could actually see properly.
"Yes, Linda keeps trying to phone me from whatever prison cell she's rotting in. I got fed up with it so I changed my number, as for you other question, well, I was hoping that we could meet up soon. I know that you hate me and I haven't exactly been the best father to you, but I want to make an effort. This has taught me that family is important, you included. Your mother would be turning in her grave if she witnessed everything I have put you through. I can understand if you want to never talk to, or see, me again but I want you to think about it. Ammy needs a sister, and I need my daughter back. I need to learn that you are just as important as Ammy and believe it or not but I love you as much as I love her. I just guess I never showed it" he's either babbling or he's actually trying to open himself up to me.
"I must admit that I am reluctant. If I do meet up with you, I want Brandon with me" I put forward my side of the deal. I certainly won't meet him by myself; I don't trust him enough for that.
"Of course, that's fine with me. So, you will meet with me?" he confirms and I nod before realising that he can't see the movement of my head.
"Yes, phone me tomorrow with a place and time. Right now I'm just exhausted. Oh, by the way make sure you chose a time at night, you know I want him with me" I say my farewell in my own way and when he says something of the other, I'm just far too tired to have taken it in, I put the phone down and lie back in bed. I switch the lamp off before turning on my side and staring at the empty spot next to me.
"Where are you?" I whisper as I close my eyes before letting sleep overrule me.
Brandon's POV
Now that that Joseph person is dealt with, he is alive unfortunately, I leave the prison and get back into my car where I left my phone. I pick it up and see that I have 6 missed calls; Oliver must be pissed at me now. But when I open up my call log I see that they aren't from Oliver, but from Abby. She must have needed picking up, but these calls were from over two hours ago. I quickly phone her phone as I start up my car, when she doesn't answer I figure she's either asleep, or punishing me for not answering her calls. With that I hurry home, park my car with expertise before running into the house and up the stairs, after locking the door of course, into our bedroom where thankfully Abby is fast asleep.
"Hey there" I murmur to her as I climb into my side of the bed, after stripping off my shirt and jeans.
"You're in trouble, but not now. I'm tired" she mumbles as she curls into my side, her head resting on my chest. I chuckle at her version of me being in trouble, but then again she did say 'not now' and that tomorrow I would get my comeuppance. That should be fun. I sigh as I just hold her, knowing that I'm going to have to make this up to her somehow.