Disclamer: I don't own Dark Angel
Song: Wild Angels BY: Martina McBride
Note: This is a pretty short chapter, the next one will be longer.
Zack parked the minivan in the covered garage under Foggle Towers. It was three in the morning. Too early to go up. He looked at Eliza asleep in her car seat in the back seat. She had no idea what was coming. Neither did Logan. Eliza's demands for Max had lessened in the two months that she had been home. She called out for mommy when she slept. The words she could say may be more than the average twelve month old but she was after all very special. She had cut her first tooth at four months and could walk at eight months. She strung together short incomplete sentences. Her favorite was "Max Mamma, Where's Mamma." She said the words whenever she heard the name Max. She had nightmares too, screaming, gut wenching, seizure inducing nightmares. Zack leaned back against the seat exhausted. He would rest for a moment then go up and face the man who had stolen his baby sisters heart.
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Logan woke from another dark terrifying dream when he heard the doorbell ring. It was four in the morning. God bless the person at the door. The dream had been like all the others. Deep pain with an strong undercurrent of terror. The dreams were getting more frequent. He often woke before five in the morning sweating and terrified. He looked in on Tristan on the way to the door. His eight month son slept soundly on his back in the crib in the painted nursery. He looked at the bed in the corner. It had been set up the same way for eight months. The same sheets that Asha had used were still on it. The nightgown she had wearing when she went into labor was draped across the sheets. He couldn't bear to move any of it. Nor could he move her cloths from the dresser. The photos of her family still sat on the dresser. They had been taken years ago when Asha was just fourteen years old.
The doorbell rand again insistently. Logan ran to the door to open it before it woke Tristan up. Logan wondered who it was. It was Saturday so it couldn't be Cindy. She didn't have to baby-sit today. Besides she wouldn't be up before eight. Who ever he thought it would be nothing could have prepared him fo who was outside that door.
Zack...
With a baby.
At first Logan stood there with his mouth hanging open. Then he gained his senses.
"Zack, what the hell are you doing here? And at four in the morning" Zack gave Logan one of his "It wasn't me" smiles and said
"Actually that's a very long story. May I come in?"
Logan nodded and showed him into the living room.
"So" Zack said "What's your opinion on surprises?"
"What kind of surprises. Good or bad" Logan asked, his dread showing on his face.
"That's up to you. How about SURPRISE you're a daddy?" Zack said.
"I know I'm a daddy" Logan told him "My son's sleeping in his room"
"Okay" Zack said the smile lifting off his face "Lets take a different route. This is your daughter Eliza Maria Cale."
***Between the perfect world and the bottom line
Keeping love alive in these troubles times
It's a miracle in itself
And we know too well what that's about
Still we made it through, only God knows how
We must've had a little help
(Must've been)
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be
Well it must've been hard, it must've been tough
Keeping up with crazy fools like us
'Cause it's so easy to fall apart
And we still break each other's heart sometimes
Spend some nights on the jagged side
Somehow we wake up in each other's arms
(Must've been)
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be
There are some nights
I watch you while you dream
I swear I hear the sound of beating wings
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be***
Song: Wild Angels BY: Martina McBride
Note: This is a pretty short chapter, the next one will be longer.
Zack parked the minivan in the covered garage under Foggle Towers. It was three in the morning. Too early to go up. He looked at Eliza asleep in her car seat in the back seat. She had no idea what was coming. Neither did Logan. Eliza's demands for Max had lessened in the two months that she had been home. She called out for mommy when she slept. The words she could say may be more than the average twelve month old but she was after all very special. She had cut her first tooth at four months and could walk at eight months. She strung together short incomplete sentences. Her favorite was "Max Mamma, Where's Mamma." She said the words whenever she heard the name Max. She had nightmares too, screaming, gut wenching, seizure inducing nightmares. Zack leaned back against the seat exhausted. He would rest for a moment then go up and face the man who had stolen his baby sisters heart.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*
Logan woke from another dark terrifying dream when he heard the doorbell ring. It was four in the morning. God bless the person at the door. The dream had been like all the others. Deep pain with an strong undercurrent of terror. The dreams were getting more frequent. He often woke before five in the morning sweating and terrified. He looked in on Tristan on the way to the door. His eight month son slept soundly on his back in the crib in the painted nursery. He looked at the bed in the corner. It had been set up the same way for eight months. The same sheets that Asha had used were still on it. The nightgown she had wearing when she went into labor was draped across the sheets. He couldn't bear to move any of it. Nor could he move her cloths from the dresser. The photos of her family still sat on the dresser. They had been taken years ago when Asha was just fourteen years old.
The doorbell rand again insistently. Logan ran to the door to open it before it woke Tristan up. Logan wondered who it was. It was Saturday so it couldn't be Cindy. She didn't have to baby-sit today. Besides she wouldn't be up before eight. Who ever he thought it would be nothing could have prepared him fo who was outside that door.
Zack...
With a baby.
At first Logan stood there with his mouth hanging open. Then he gained his senses.
"Zack, what the hell are you doing here? And at four in the morning" Zack gave Logan one of his "It wasn't me" smiles and said
"Actually that's a very long story. May I come in?"
Logan nodded and showed him into the living room.
"So" Zack said "What's your opinion on surprises?"
"What kind of surprises. Good or bad" Logan asked, his dread showing on his face.
"That's up to you. How about SURPRISE you're a daddy?" Zack said.
"I know I'm a daddy" Logan told him "My son's sleeping in his room"
"Okay" Zack said the smile lifting off his face "Lets take a different route. This is your daughter Eliza Maria Cale."
***Between the perfect world and the bottom line
Keeping love alive in these troubles times
It's a miracle in itself
And we know too well what that's about
Still we made it through, only God knows how
We must've had a little help
(Must've been)
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be
Well it must've been hard, it must've been tough
Keeping up with crazy fools like us
'Cause it's so easy to fall apart
And we still break each other's heart sometimes
Spend some nights on the jagged side
Somehow we wake up in each other's arms
(Must've been)
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be
There are some nights
I watch you while you dream
I swear I hear the sound of beating wings
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be***
