Life in Paradise
Charlie's PoV
I walked with Angel... Mom... she's my mother... guess it'll take me a while to get used to it. Anyway, we were going down the street, to my new place. She lived alone, I think. I think she mentioned living with Stitch-- er... Dad. Yeah, it'll be hard to get used to it.
"One last thing, Charlie." Angel said. I looked at her. She sighed, "Stitch still doesn't know... would it be okay if we waited a while before telling him?"
"Oh... okay. Sure." I said, smiling. I really didn't like this, but mom knows him better than I do, so if she says we should wait, I guess we should wait.
She smiled and hugged me, "Thanks."
We went to the house and she used her key to get in. She went to the living room, and I followed. Sti- Dad was laying on the couch, sleeping. She walked up to him and nudged him awake.
"Wha... oh, hey Angel." He said, drowsily. Then he saw me, standing next to her, "What... why is there a kid here?"
"He's moving in." An... Mom. Gotta remember that.
"He's what?" Dad asked.
"Moving in with us. Is that a problem?" Mom asked. Ha, I got it!
"Well... no, not at all." He said, looking at me.
She smiled and hugged him, "Thanks. You know this means we're responsible for him him now, right?"
"Yeah, I kinda figured that." He said.
"And I'll leave you two to talk." I said, going to the kitchen. I wasn't hungry, and I just sat in a chair. So... here I am, living with Angel and Stitch. Mom and dad...
Stitch's PoV
A Week Later
"I'm going out!" Charlie called, going to the door.
"Woah there!" I said, grabbing his arm, "Where do ya think you're going so fast?"
He wiggled his arm, trying to get free, "I have a date!"
"Oh." I said, letting him go. He smiled and ran outside, jumping into the air and letting his wings out. I closed the door.
"See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad having him around." Angel said as I sat on the couch with her.
"Yeah, I guess you were right... but sometimes it bothers me..." I said.
"When?" She asked.
"Well... when I come down and see him helping you lift something... I can't help but think that some stupid kid is replacing me..." I said. I looked at Angel, then saw an orange flash behind her and a door slam.
"Stitch!" Angel said, angrily.
"Well how was I supposed to know he was waiting right there?" I replied, "And besides, you asked me!"
Charlie's PoV
I came back to get something for my date with Caitlin, and heard what my dad said. Boy did that hurt... so much that I flew to my room in tears. Great, my father hates me... and he doesn't even know I'm his son... Well... if that's how he feels...
I got up and went to the living room, mom and dad were sitting on the couch, talking. I tried to speak, but couldn't. Instead I went as quietly as possible to the door and left, going to the one place I knew I could be alone. The treehouse. I climbed up the side and went to one of the side rooms, sitting in the corner. Of course he hates me... everyone else does...
"Charlie? Charlie, this isn't funny! Where are you?!" Caitlin called, looking for me. I guess that's what happens when you're late for a date, huh? She walked into the room and saw me, "There you are."
Angel's PoV
"Look what you did!" I said, pointing to Charlie as he ran out.
"Well... You asked me!" He said.
"But still!" I yelled.
"And how was I supposed to know it would make him cry?!" Stitch yelled back.
"There's a lot about him that you don't know." I said.
"Like what?" Stitch asked.
"Like... uh... like... he's your son." I said. I don't know why, I just did.
"What? Did we adopt him? Is that why he moved in?" Stitch asked.
"No, as in he's your son. Not adopted." I said.
"But how?" Stitch asked.
I grinned and shoved him playfully, "Oh you know how."
He laughed, "If it were that way then..."
"I know, I know... you know that time you cut yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Well... we can use blood to get pregnant." I said, "And I didn't want you to know because it could ruin our relationship so I asked Jumba to remove the baby and grow it in his lab... and so he's our kid."
"I... I don't believe it..." He said, smiling, "I'm a father..."
Charlie's PoV
"Caitlin... I'm sorrry about missing the date..." I said.
"No need to get all broken up about it." She said, sitting next to me, "There'll be more dates."
I couldn't help but smile at that, "That's not why I'm upset."
"Then what is it?" She asked, putting her arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer.
"Lets say... my father doesn't like me as much as I would have hoped..." I said.
"Jumba?" She asked.
"No, no... Jumba isn't my father..." I said.
"Then who is?" She asked.
"Stitch." I said plainly.
"Stitch's your father? Then I guess that means Angel..."
"Is my mom." I finished for her.
"Is that why you're never with Jumba and Trish? You moved out?" She asked.
"Yeah... but things aren't going so good, Caitlin..." I told her.
"You're right. You're my son and I didn't know." Stitch said, walking into the room, "Charlie... you don't knoe how sorry I am... if I knew..."
"She told you?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's a little strange, though... I still don't understand, really... like the how part." He said, smiling. Then he took my paw and helped me up.
Caitlin also got up, "So you're Charlie's father?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said. Then he looked at me, "So, do you wanna come home, son?"
"Depends..." I said.
"On?" Dad and Caitlin asked.
I smiled, "Can Caitlin come?"
Charlie's PoV
I walked with Angel... Mom... she's my mother... guess it'll take me a while to get used to it. Anyway, we were going down the street, to my new place. She lived alone, I think. I think she mentioned living with Stitch-- er... Dad. Yeah, it'll be hard to get used to it.
"One last thing, Charlie." Angel said. I looked at her. She sighed, "Stitch still doesn't know... would it be okay if we waited a while before telling him?"
"Oh... okay. Sure." I said, smiling. I really didn't like this, but mom knows him better than I do, so if she says we should wait, I guess we should wait.
She smiled and hugged me, "Thanks."
We went to the house and she used her key to get in. She went to the living room, and I followed. Sti- Dad was laying on the couch, sleeping. She walked up to him and nudged him awake.
"Wha... oh, hey Angel." He said, drowsily. Then he saw me, standing next to her, "What... why is there a kid here?"
"He's moving in." An... Mom. Gotta remember that.
"He's what?" Dad asked.
"Moving in with us. Is that a problem?" Mom asked. Ha, I got it!
"Well... no, not at all." He said, looking at me.
She smiled and hugged him, "Thanks. You know this means we're responsible for him him now, right?"
"Yeah, I kinda figured that." He said.
"And I'll leave you two to talk." I said, going to the kitchen. I wasn't hungry, and I just sat in a chair. So... here I am, living with Angel and Stitch. Mom and dad...
Stitch's PoV
A Week Later
"I'm going out!" Charlie called, going to the door.
"Woah there!" I said, grabbing his arm, "Where do ya think you're going so fast?"
He wiggled his arm, trying to get free, "I have a date!"
"Oh." I said, letting him go. He smiled and ran outside, jumping into the air and letting his wings out. I closed the door.
"See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad having him around." Angel said as I sat on the couch with her.
"Yeah, I guess you were right... but sometimes it bothers me..." I said.
"When?" She asked.
"Well... when I come down and see him helping you lift something... I can't help but think that some stupid kid is replacing me..." I said. I looked at Angel, then saw an orange flash behind her and a door slam.
"Stitch!" Angel said, angrily.
"Well how was I supposed to know he was waiting right there?" I replied, "And besides, you asked me!"
Charlie's PoV
I came back to get something for my date with Caitlin, and heard what my dad said. Boy did that hurt... so much that I flew to my room in tears. Great, my father hates me... and he doesn't even know I'm his son... Well... if that's how he feels...
I got up and went to the living room, mom and dad were sitting on the couch, talking. I tried to speak, but couldn't. Instead I went as quietly as possible to the door and left, going to the one place I knew I could be alone. The treehouse. I climbed up the side and went to one of the side rooms, sitting in the corner. Of course he hates me... everyone else does...
"Charlie? Charlie, this isn't funny! Where are you?!" Caitlin called, looking for me. I guess that's what happens when you're late for a date, huh? She walked into the room and saw me, "There you are."
Angel's PoV
"Look what you did!" I said, pointing to Charlie as he ran out.
"Well... You asked me!" He said.
"But still!" I yelled.
"And how was I supposed to know it would make him cry?!" Stitch yelled back.
"There's a lot about him that you don't know." I said.
"Like what?" Stitch asked.
"Like... uh... like... he's your son." I said. I don't know why, I just did.
"What? Did we adopt him? Is that why he moved in?" Stitch asked.
"No, as in he's your son. Not adopted." I said.
"But how?" Stitch asked.
I grinned and shoved him playfully, "Oh you know how."
He laughed, "If it were that way then..."
"I know, I know... you know that time you cut yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Well... we can use blood to get pregnant." I said, "And I didn't want you to know because it could ruin our relationship so I asked Jumba to remove the baby and grow it in his lab... and so he's our kid."
"I... I don't believe it..." He said, smiling, "I'm a father..."
Charlie's PoV
"Caitlin... I'm sorrry about missing the date..." I said.
"No need to get all broken up about it." She said, sitting next to me, "There'll be more dates."
I couldn't help but smile at that, "That's not why I'm upset."
"Then what is it?" She asked, putting her arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer.
"Lets say... my father doesn't like me as much as I would have hoped..." I said.
"Jumba?" She asked.
"No, no... Jumba isn't my father..." I said.
"Then who is?" She asked.
"Stitch." I said plainly.
"Stitch's your father? Then I guess that means Angel..."
"Is my mom." I finished for her.
"Is that why you're never with Jumba and Trish? You moved out?" She asked.
"Yeah... but things aren't going so good, Caitlin..." I told her.
"You're right. You're my son and I didn't know." Stitch said, walking into the room, "Charlie... you don't knoe how sorry I am... if I knew..."
"She told you?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's a little strange, though... I still don't understand, really... like the how part." He said, smiling. Then he took my paw and helped me up.
Caitlin also got up, "So you're Charlie's father?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said. Then he looked at me, "So, do you wanna come home, son?"
"Depends..." I said.
"On?" Dad and Caitlin asked.
I smiled, "Can Caitlin come?"
