Chapter 5
The boys watched in shock and awe at the scene that just unfolded before them.
"Fuck, no wonder he left. That chick is totally hoooot" Tyson said amazed.
"Yeah, she's too sexy for words" whispered max, licking his lips.
"Damn" they all said in unison.
San Francisco, USA
There were swarms of paparazzi stampeding outside a humungous, finely decorated mansion.
"Nick is it true that you and your wife are expecting?" screamed a reporter.
"Christina is it true that your latest album has over 20 other world famous artist?" bellowed another, the questions were endless.
"Nick, is it true that you're making another movie with Angelina jolie?"
"Christina, is it true that you and nick are making a movie together?"
And they go on and on. And to make things worse there were fans screaming everywhere.
"Christina, im you're biggest fan, you're so hot please sign my cd" pleaded a fan guy
"I love you nick, please sign my cd" begged another fan girl.
But the Hollywood couple had only one thing on their minds. The same thing they've been thinking about for the past eleven years. How to get their son back and get revenge on the captors. Christina was sitting in their living room couch which was specially designed for them from Italy. Her husband nick was upstairs casting many different spells to find their son. Christina was once again staring at the many videos she had of her son when he was a newborn to when he was 5. For the fast eleven years nothing has worked. They never gave up looking for him, and they will find him. One way or another. Apparently, it has emerged that the reason why no magic is working is because Voltaire had somehow got a powerful demon to cast a spell anywhere that kai went, making him magic proof. But all that was about to change.
Flashback, 16 years ago.
A thirteen year old girl sat on the toilet seat of her home clutching something in her hand and crying uncontrollably.
"I can't believe it" Christina whispered. "It can't be true, I can't be pregnant. Im only 13" she sobbed. "My parents are gonna kill me. Nicks gonna hate me. How am I gonna tell them? How am I gonna face my family, nicks family, my friends, my whole neighbourhood? Everyone's gonna hate me. What im I gonna do?" she cried
She slid of the seat and curled up into a ball on the floor. She was only 13 and 2 months pregnant. Now she had to figure out some way to tell her parents.
2 hours later
Christina came downstairs and went into the kitchen where her folks were sitting.
"Christy dear, what's wrong, you look like you've been crying" said her concerned mother. Her mother was pammie halliwell. One of the greatest witches of all time.
"Come on sweetheart, spit it out, we impaths remember, we can sense something's wrong" said her dad with a smile.
"m-mum, d-dad…I uh think you should….sit down" Christy began with teary eyes.
"Uumm...Ok" said her concerned dad, who could sense something really wrong.
"Honey, what's the matter?" asked her mum, getting worried. She also sensed it
"Listen, I dunno how to tell you this but…" she broke into tears. "Please don't hate me for this" she begged
"Sweetheart we could never hate you. Ever" reassured her mother putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Mum, dad….im…pr-pregnant" she stampered, breaking down.
Her dad dropped his cup and it broke into a million pieces on the floor.
Her mum started crying. She turned away from her daughter and sobbed into her husbands shoulder. Christina's dad, Danny comforted his wife. He couldn't say a thing. He was so shocked and disappointed. He gave her 'the look'. The look she never thought she would get. Now all she had to do was tell nick.
On the phone
The phone was ringing and Christy had knots in her stomach which seemed to get tighter by the second. Finally nick picked up and she felt like dying.
"Yo, nick here, who's this?"
"um…hey baby, how you doin'?" she half whispered, her upset was clear in her voice
"Oh, hey sweetie, im good, babe you alright you sound like you've been crying. Babe what's wrong?" said nick in a caring voice.
She loved the sound of his voice, like every other girl. It melted her heart.
"Babe you know you can tell me anything, I love you remember" said nick smiling. It was true. E loved her more than his life. He was lucky to have her. Every guy in the neighbourhood drooled over her. She melted his heart. And that's very hard to do.
"I love you to…I gotta talk to you, but u gotta promise me somethin' ok" she pleaded
"Course baby anythin' for you. Id die for you"
"Promise me that whatever happens well always stay together and you won't hate me"
"Well….ok... baby wassup?"
"Nicky I…" she choked. She drew in a deep breath. "Nick im pr-pregnant" she cried.
There was only silence.
"What…how…when…who- omg I cant believe this" rasped nick, his two toned blue hair and long white scarf swaying in the wind. He bowed his head so his ocean green eyes were barely visible. He loved her, but he didn't know what to do. He wasn't ready.
"You hate me, don't you?" she whispered
"No babe, of course not, how could you say that? I could never hate you. I love you" he asked worried.
"How could this happen? It's all my fault. We used protection though. Were only 13 years old. How we gonna cope with bien' parents? How am I gonna tell everyone this? This cant be true, it just cant." Said nick, slightly frustrated
"Well condoms are only 85 protective. Im 2 months pregnant by the way" Christy said a little better knowing her boyfriend doesn't hate her. "Both our families are filthy rich so we can provide for the baby no problem"
"Yeah, your right babe, well get through this, I promise, besides, a kid aint all that bad right? I mean, there's always somethin' good bout a baby right?" asked nick, looking to the bright side
7 months later
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this baby better hurry up and come out!" screamed Christy. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The screams were deafening.
"Come on baby, jus one more push sweetie, come on. You did not carry this baby for 9 months and go through 24 hours of….pain…labour…contractions" nick said getting a bit panicked.
"Thanks a lot, you really helping" she growled sarcastically.
"Sorry honey, come on I can see head from hear babe. Come on you can do this. I believe in you." Supported her boyfriend. Christy realised just how lucky she was to be having a baby with the boy she loved. She didn't regret having this baby one little bit. It was more than worth it. Christy squeezed his hand tighter that ever and gave one mighty, painful push and then there was a cry. They both relaxed, smiling ear to ear looking at each other.
"Miss halliwell, im pleased to tell you you have a beautiful baby boy" the nurse announced with a smile. "He's gonna be special when he grows up. Im telling you"
Christy took her baby from the nurse, happier than she's ever been before. Nick was crying tears of joy.
"Omg baby, I cant believe it, we got a beautiful little boy. I have a son. Im a dad. I GOT A SON YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" nick jumped with joy. He gave his girlfriend a long, loving kiss.
"Me either sweetie. Im so happy" she said joyfully. "Once you have that baby in your arms, everything changes. Your world changes for the better. And if I had to go through it again, I would do it a million more times" she said softly, stroking the sleeping baby's bushy tuft of blue hair.
"Hey nick, he's a spittin image of you. He's so beautiful. He got your hair, nose mouth and even skin colour. I wonder what colour eyes he got?" said Christy happily. She looked at the sleeping, peaceful baby in her arms.
"I think he's got your eyes" said nick
"Actually something tells me he's got your eyes" replied Christy
"Oh really, wanna bet" challenged nick with a sexy smirk
"Alright wise guy you're on. 500 big ones says he's got your green eyes" called Christy, with a challenging tone.
"Im so gonna win this" said nick in a confident
"Oh really? What make you so sure, hotshot?" Christy said with an amused smirk
"Coz"
"Coz what"
"Coz im always right" he whispered into her ear in the hottest way
"Incase you forgot, you got me in bed by whispering like that" Christy said in the same tone.
"Oh yh" remembered nick. "Good times, good stuff" nick said with a wide smile staring into space.
"Will you stop please" laughed Christy.
"Nick, Christina, both your parents are here" the nurse informed.
Four happy, caring faces stepped n the room. One of those faces was Voltaire hiwatari, the man that would take their son away from them.