We are young and we are strong. 3.

Angel's POV.

I let out a sigh. I woke up, looking at the sleepy Alex. He was on my tummy, still. I smiled as I brushing my fingers threw his hair. He snored softly. "I want her to look just like you." I whispered lowly.

Alex frowned, nuzzling my tummy. "No." He muttered lowly. "I want our little Taylor to look like us. You. Me." He said in a soft tone, drawing little circles on my tummy.

"As long as she has her blue eyes." I mumbled, smiling.

"No." Alex muttered, kissing my tummy. "She will have my nose, your jaw line, my chin, your cheeks, my forehead, your eyes, my black hair, and you're shortness. She will be perfect." He mumbled, drawing a heart on my tummy. "Daddy loves you, Taylor." He said, in a soft, caring, fatherly tone. Oh my god. He is going to be the best father ever. I bit down on my lip, nodding slowly. "I don't care. As long as the baby is healthy. And safe. And loved. By you and me." I whispered.

Alex layed his hand on my tummy, and crawled back up to me. "I love you. So much." He whispered, kissing me softly.

Later today we went to my dad's house. To tell him he was going to be a grandfather. The house lights were on. I sighed, picking up the mat, unlocking the door with the key. "Dad?" I said. I heard a groaning nose. I gasped, getting worried. "Daddy!" I cried, running around in each room. He was in the kitchen. On the floor, past out. "DADDY!" I cried, grabbing his face in my hands, my eyes getting watery. "Andrew! Please. Daddy... I need you! Wake up." I whispered. I sat on the floor, and I moved his head in my lap. "Alex!" I cried. "Call 911!" I yelled to him.

The next day, I was asleep. In the ER room. I fluttered my eyes open. I sighed, walking over to my dad. "Daddy." I whispered softly. "I... I don't know if you can hear me." I said to him. My dad OD. On ecstasy. He was in a coma. They thought he wouldn't wake up, because someone almost chocked the life out of him. They think someone put it in his whiskey. "I.. I miss you. So much, daddy. I... I'm so sorry." I whispered, putting his hand on my tummy, smiling softly. "You're... You're gonna be a grandpa, daddy." I whispered, tears in my eyes. "I..." I whispered, walking back to my seat, crying slightly.

Jake's POV.

Alex was going to see his dad? What. No. Eddy was coming with him. But no. I wanted to come too. I wanted to make sure my baby boy was ok. Eddy frowned; Alex was waiting for him in the car. "Baby." He whispered to me, laying his forehead on mine. "You can't come with us." Eddy whispered, crushing his lips against mine, but luckily I moved my head to the other way, so it landed on my cheek.

"Edward..." I whispered, still looking away. "Please." I said, turning my head to look at him. I frowned, framing his face in my hands. "I love you. So much... Please baby. Let me come with you. I'll act straight in front of your father for you, my love." I whispered.

"No." Eddy said, gazing into my eyes. "You shouldn't have to act anything for me... Not for anyone. Not even for my father." Eddy muttered, pushing me against the wall. "For no one." He whispered.

I frowned, turning my head against to face away from him. "I don't want you to go without me." I whispered, biting down on my lip. Eddy moved his head to my neck. He kissed it softly. I frowned.

"Stop." I whispered, trying not to moan. My neck... Is my special point. It's really sensitive, so just by Eddy's kisses, it turned me on.

"Why?" He purred against my neck.

"Because I'm trying to be mad at you." I said, letting a moan leave my lips.

"But ba-"

"Don't 'But baby' me. Just don't. You're brother is waiting for you." I said in a harsh tone. I sighed, wiggling away from under him. Yeah. I was pissed. I frowned, listening to his boots click after me. I ran into my room and locked the door. I frowned, sitting on the bed, my arms crossed over my chest, like a child would. Was that all I was? A child? Is that why Eddy wouldn't take me with him?

Alex's POV.

I frowned, waiting for my brother to get in the car. I drummed my fingers against the wheel. I honked the horn, and a few minutes Eddy came out. "God." I said when he got in, "I thought you to where fucking." I said with a chuckled and started the car.

"Shut up, Alexander." Eddy muttered, frowning. He looked... pissed.

I sighed, driving away from the house. I let out a sigh, looking at Eddy. He had the map. We were going to see Hades, to beg for Angel's father back. She's... she's so sad. Depressed. I've never seen her like this. She won't eat, sleep. I have to beg her to go to sleep. That's why I left her in the room with her dad, so she could be with him when he wakes up, if he wakes up. My father was the God of Death. He kept the souls in line. I sighed, looking at the map. No. I'm not driving my lazy ass to Texas... But then again, Eddy hates driving. He just can't do it. I sighed, following the map.

It took about a day for us to get there. My eyes were heavy, hard to keep open. Eddy was in the next seat, passed out asleep. The clock read 12. I sighed, blinking, keeping my eyes closed for awhile. I gasped, jumping up, slamming on the brakes. Eddy gasped, "LETS GET A HOTEL FOR THE NIGHT, OK?" He cried at me, grabbing his heart.

I gasped, turning into a Hotel parking lot. "Mhm." I whispered, rubbing my eyes. "I can't walk." I whined, jumping on my brothers back. He chuckled and walked me inside, paying for our room. When Eddy let me down, I ran to my bed, jumped on it. I gasped, feeling so good. I kicked off my boots and took off my jacket. Soon, I fell asleep.

Aphrodite's POV.

I smiled as I walked through the depts of hell. Hades wasn't home. My dear beloved "husband" wasn't home. I smirked, walking down to the souls. I sighed, looking at all the new ones. Death… It was a horrible thing. I sighed, my eyes fixing on one that looked like someone I knew. I picked up my black dress, my heels clicking as I walked over to it. "You there?" I asked at the soul. "Young soul. Turn around, please." I said to it. The soul seemed to be lost in a gaze. He looked like he was going to cry. That's all I could tell, it was a he. I frowned. "Soul!" I cried to him.

He frowned, turning around. His ghost-like shape was read, full of fire. That meant he wasn't dead yet. It was alive, but burning. ODed, is what Hades told me. "What?" He asked, looking up at me. I was taller than him, because of the heals I wore."Uh..." He frowned, looking at me. "I'm sorry, what do you need?"

I gasped, looking down at him. It was him, my Andrew. I looked at him. "And… Andrew?" I whispered lowly, picking my dress up again, running to him.

"…Yes?" He asked. He didn't remember me.

"It's me… Aphrodite." I whispered to him.

"Wh-What?" He asked, moving his hands to my face, but they didn't stay there. His fingers just went through my face. I gasped, shivering. "My… My love?"

I nodded, looking at his face. He had bags under his eyes, he looked tired. "Why are you hear?"

"I... I don't know. I just woke up here, I think." He mumbled.

"Oh my Gods… What about Angelica?"

"I… She's with me, I don't know. I hear her talking to me… I wanna walk back. I wanna go back to her. But I don't know how…"

I frowned, shaking my head. "I'm so-"

"We're going to be grandparents." He said, cutting me off.

"What? Who's the father?" I asked angrily.

"His name is Alexander." He said with a smile. "I've met him. He cares for Angelica a lot." He said, still smiling. "I wanna wake up. How do I do that?"

Alexander. Matthews? Hade's son? I frowned at that name, looking at him. "I… I don't know, love." I whispered. Andrew was the only man I really loved. Even if he was human. I let out a huff, looking down at him. "You have to try, to wake up. Like this is just a dream, and you can wake up-" I frowned hearing someone call my name.

"Aphrodite, my love, come here." It called for me.

I looked at Andrew, and ran off to find Hades. I put on my best fake smile, and walked into the room. "Hello, my dearest." I said.

"Mhm, hello." He said, clearing his throat.

"What's wrong, dearest?" I asked, walking over to him.

"The meeting... with my brothers. It wasn't good." He said, pouring himself a glass on whiskey. I let out a sighed, sitting by him.

"I'm sorry, love." I whispered. Hades frowned, nodding softly. He pressed the glass to his lips, drinking some of the whiskey. "My love?" I asked, looking at him. "I… I know you like me happy, and I know that you really love me. And I really love you, no matter how many times I say I don't I do." I said, frowning. But I love Andrew more.

Hades' eyes flickered to me. His lips twitched up into a smile. "You… You do?"

I nodded, chuckling softly. "Well. At first… I didn't. Because, you know, you kidnapped me." I said, watching his nod, he was about to say something, but I still talked. "Then time pasted, and I grew to like you. Just like, as a friend. But then more time... you were my best friend. Then I found myself falling for you. I'm sorry how I bitch and whine about being here. I'm happy, truly am. I'm with you." I whispered.

"I… I love you, Aphrodite." Hades whispered to me.

I nodded slowly, looking at him. "I love you too… But is there one little, bitty thing you could do for me?" I asked.

Hades smile turned into a frown. He gazed into my eyes, blinking slowly. He nodded. "Alright. What is it?"

"I want a soul to go back." I whispered.

"I'm sorry my lo-"

"It's not dead yet. It's in a coma… My love, please." I whispered, begging. "You know I hate death. He has a family he needs to get too." I said, looking at him.

Hades let out a sigh and rubbed his temple. He looked at me and nodded slowly. "Alright." He said.

I smiled, sitting up. He let out a sigh, and I walked Hades to Andrew. Hades let out a huff, and looked at the soul. "You're free to go, young soul." Hades said, waving his hand.

Andrew's soul soon faded away, which meant he was awake now.

Angel's POV.

I gasped when my father woke up. He was choking thought. I cried to the doctors. Dad sat up, wanting his feeding tube out. "Do you want the tube out?" The doctor said in a calm tone. My dad nodded. The doctor pushed down on his chest, making him sit down again, and slowly pulled the tube out of his mouth. My dad still coughed. I gasped, running over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Daddy!" I cried, looking at him.

"H... Hey." He gasped from my embrace, but hugged me back.

"I missed you." I whispered.

"Hey, kid." He mumbled in his British accent. "I missed you to. Now can you get off me?"

I nodded, pulling out my phone. I called Alex, waiting for him to answer. "Alex… My dad is awake!" I cried into the phone.

Alex flat lined, his voice cracked. "W… What?"

"My dad!" I cried of joy, my cheeks hurt from smiling now.

"Oh… Andrew woke up?" He whispered his voice neuroses. I heard him in the back ground talking to Eddy, but I couldn't make it out. I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Alex mumbled. "I'll be there in a few days. My and Eddy are having a brotherly weekend."

I smiled, "Okay." I said, pouting.

About an hour later, they said they would let my dad out. We were sitting in Denny's, my dad digging into his food. I frowned, starting at mine, slowly picking up a fry and eating it. "Bloody hell, Angel. You're a damn Aalina, eat like one!" My dad said his mouth full of food.

I sighed, looking up at him. I slowly started eating. Then I remembered how I love food, so I ate more food. I gasped; breathing threw my mouth, the taste of berries on my tongue. It tasted so good. I frowned, wanting my Alex.