A/N: I really like this chapter, because it's a big step in Fabian and Nina's relationship! You'll see what I mean towards the end — but I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it — and trust me, I entertained myself greatly by writing this xD

I like progression; I don't like those AU stories where Patricia and Eddie meet and in the second chapter they're already in love. In pretty much all my multi-chapters, you'll see progression; as I've stated above, this chapter is a huge step, and the next chapter is where we reach the climax. Things are going to pick up, my dear readers, because in a measly fourteen weeks, this story will be finished and completed.

Unfortunately, there probably won't be weekly updates anymore. I'm going to try my hardest, but with Lost & Found having about 4k words a chapter, and Don't Be Afraid having 6k or more, that's more than 10,000 words every single week. That's a lot for me to juggle, guys. Both stories will be completed in the future, but all I'm saying is that there might not be an update of Lost & Found every Friday anymore.

DISCLAIMER: Fabian has kept us locked in his basement for a while, now; Jerome and I have tried to Tweet the location of Fabian's address, but with no such luck; Fabian, the normal shy guy, figured out what we were doing and forced us to say that I do not own House of Anubis, Twitter, or any songs used in this chapter. It seems there are no more ways out of here, but Fabian doesn't know there are more tricks up my sleeve... (Mara *wink wink*)

I feel like imagery is an important aspect of this chapter; if you want to link to the Imgur album again, it's imgur/ a / VJ9qw#0. Without the spaces, and add a .com on imgur, of course. I do hope you enjoy this nice little chapter, and I hope you have a sparkling day!
~Julianna

Fabian
Chapter 12: "The Account"

"That was great!"

Nina ran up to me and tackled me in a hug. I was startled at first — the most intimate thing Nina and I had ever done was hold hands — but I smiled and pulled her closer. We stayed locked in each other's arms for a few moments, but eventually Nina pulled back.

"You liked it?" I asked enthusiastically, a huge smile still on my face. My hands were still around her waist.

"Of course I liked it!" she exclaimed, beaming. "That was amazing! Compared to the shy boy I met in the coffee shop three years ago...wow, Fabian, I'm so proud of you."

For three years, I'd been telling people that my classmates at the performing arts school I attended when I met Nina encouraged me to ask for a record deal; but that couldn't be more wrong. The people at my school couldn't be less discouraging. It was Nina who really pushed me to go for my dream of being an artist.

I liked talking with Nina. She had interesting things to say, and even though she tore me away from my work, her conversation kept me captivated, making me want to talk more, which is rare for me.

"I go to a performing arts academy," I began. "My parents think I have some sort of gift of song-writing, so they're sending me there to, and I quote, 'master my gift'." I was making air quotes to show what they said to me only two months ago.

"Do you like going there, though? Is that what you want to do?"

I hesitated a moment, before realizing that was stupid because I should know the answer right away. "Yes," I said, beginning my statement confidently. "I love song writing. I love it more than anything, but I don't think I want to dedicate my whole day to it, you know? I kind of want to go to college before I think of a career with music."

"Ah, so you DO want to do something with music!" she giggled, showing me her beautiful smile. Now, she went back to being the person who asked the questions. "Is the song you were writing for school, or for yourself?"

I knew this one. "Myself. I'm writing it for myself. I just don't know what I'm going to do with it yet."

"What's it called?"

"It's called 'Lost and Found'. It's about two people who meet, but their love is lost and when they meet again, they're trying to rekindle the relationship they once had."

"That sounds great!" Nina beamed, and I was happy that she seemed interested in me and my musical career. She continued, "You sound really talented, but you seem so shy. Practice in front of a mirror, because if you overcome your fright, you could really go far, and I want you to achieve your dream."

"Thanks," I grinned, genuinely thankful. "You're a great girl, Nina."

She really encouraged me that night and believed in me; no one in my family or any of my friends did that. I'd only known Nina for a few hours, but I'd really begun to fall for her.

"Fabian, who's this?" my youngest sister, fourteen-year-old Olivia asked. She pointed to the girl who I had my arms around, and I quickly removed my grip on Nina's waist; the only people in my family who knew about me and Nina were Isabelle and Chloe.

"This is my friend," I began; I actually was telling the truth, since Nina currently didn't want to move any further with our relationship. "Her name is Nina. Nina, this is Olivia, my youngest sister."

"Hi," Olivia said awkwardly; she'd always been shy around people she didn't know.

"Nice to meet you," Nina introduced herself, sticking out her hand with a smile on her face. I wasn't surprised; if Nina could come up to me, a kid that sat in the corner of the coffee shop alone with his laptop, then Nina wouldn't be uncomfortable around my baby sister.

Olivia grabbed Nina's hand rather awkwardly and they shook. After Nina let go of their grip, Olivia ran away and hid behind my hip. I chuckled, grabbing Olivia by the hand. "Liv, it's fine. She's not going to bite."

But Olivia bid me a quick goodbye and ran back to Mum. I rolled my eyes at my sister, but I immediately felt bad; Olivia didn't know my connection to Nina; she didn't know that Nina was the mother of my child. Only two of the seven people in my family knew...My mum didn't even know she was a grandmother...

That's when I decided to tell them. It had been over two months since I received the photograph. I'd been a father for two and a half years. For the past two months, I'd been telling myself to take responsibility; it was my fault just as much as it was Nina's. After all, I'd been the one to start unhooking her bra strap.

I'd have to tell my family today. I had to. But to do that, I'd need Nina with me...

I turned to face the dirty-blonde. "Nina, would you like to come with me to my place?"

"Again?" she asked, just like always, and I nodded.

"Yeah. We always have this tiny little 'after-party' after a concert. It's nothing special, just me and my family snacking on some crisps and drinks. We'll hang out in the den, away from all civilization.

"I don't know, Fabian..." Nina trailed off, glancing over to where Eddie and Mara were standing.

I understood, but I hadn't seen Nina in two weeks. I missed her so much during those fourteen days that I even surprised myself with my thoughts.

It was weird; I was apart from Nina for three years, but right now she looked more beautiful than what I remembered her to be. It might have been that she was two years older than when I met her, but the way her wavy blonde hair fell on her shoulders...or how her pale-green eyes shone like emeralds in the florescent lights of backstage...her beaming face made her look absolutely beautiful. Even her insecurities over coming over to my house made her more beautiful than before.

"Fabian?" Nina questioned, breaking me out of my trance.

"Oh?" I asked, startled. "Oh, yeah. Um, yeah, Eddie and Mara can come. If they want to to."

Nina's two friends, who somehow made their way over to where Nina and I were standing, tried to protest at the same time, leaving it coming out in a mess of words. Nina shushed them, but Eddie stated, "Yeah, I have to go help my dad with chores or something, and pack my bags for this fishing trip we're supposed to go on to 'bond'." He said, making air quotes. "Trust me, I'd rather come with you, but Eric's forcing me to go, so..."

He hugged Nina and Mara goodbye, and after he left, I asked Mara if she wanted to come. Nina covered her mouth before Mara could respond, and told me, "We'd love to. Should we follow you to your house, or...?"

"No," I began, scratching the back of my head uncomfortably. I'd known I was Emma's father for two months now, but I was still awkward about asking the mother of said child. "Could you, um, bring Emma? I...well, I've only seen her twice in my life, and I kind of want to see her again, you know?"

"Fabian," Nina started, and I knew I was in for a very well reasoned explanation. "We're going to be in a house full of lots people. Emma's a tiny two-year-old. Don't you think that'd be dangerous, not to mention overwhelming, especially for a two-year-old?"

"No, no," I tried to reason with her. "I told you that we'd be in the den. I won't let anyone come in. I just want it to be you and me, to talk a bit more. Is that okay? Mara doesn't have to come if she doesn't want to, but I'd really like you to come, Mara."

She finally agreed, and before I left, I hugged Nina goodbye. My sisters, my mum, and dad drove home with me, and the whole ride back I felt guilty, knowing that the other five people in my family would know that their shy son and brother had been a father for two years.

xXx

A few hours later, Isabelle called me from the den and into the common room. The 'after-party' had begun a while ago, and since I never really liked those things, I locked myself in the den and waited for Nina to come.

Isabelle held the front door open, while Nina stood in the doorway, with Emma holding her hand below her. Isabelle had her hands on her hips — I had guessed she remembered the talk we had before the interview I gave a few weeks ago — so she came to the conclusion that the toddler was my child and the young woman was the mother.

Isabelle was obviously waiting for an explanation, but I greeted Nina with a smile, and led her into the den, hoping that no one else saw. Before I closed the door to the den, I signed "sorry" to Isabelle by making a fist and rotating it around my chest; telling her I apologized in ASL.

I finally closed the door, but when I turned around, I saw Nina already playing around on my phone. "Hey," I said playfully, sitting down next to her on the couch. "Don't ruin anything."

Nina laughed, but she didn't move her gaze from my cell phone. She scrolled through the pages of applications I had on my phone, and finally settled on my Twitter.

"This'll be fun to look at..." she muttered, opening the App. I didn't think much of it at first; usually, assistants ran my Twitter account, but I occasionally Tweeted something now and then. I didn't think she'd do anything, until I saw her typing feverishly on the keyboard.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I questioned, scooting closer to her on the couch. I saw she was typing in a Tweet; she was almost ready to send. My eyes widened, in fear she was going to say something bad.

I craned my neck to read the message and saw that she was writing Yo yo yo my name is fabian rutter. "Now, how do you send this..." she muttered, right before I screeched, "NO!" and tried to reach for the phone.

When she looked at me, her green eyes shining, her grin stretching from ear to ear, I'd realized that I had never once seen her as happy as she was then.

Only a few hours previous, Eddie and I had had a long chat involving Nina and her pregnancy. He'd said that she'd been so distraught over the fact that she couldn't contact me or anything, and that the shock and sadness hadn't gone away.

Sure, Nina had laughed and smiled around me, but I'd never seen her smile so brightly. Her eyes had so much life in them; it was if she had just come to life. She was laughing louder than I had ever heard her; never, ever, not even once in my life had I seen her this happy.

I felt like that small little moment changed my feelings for her completely. I'd always known her as the troubled, single mother, which with whom I was trying to form a family. She was busy with school, work, and trying to keep her grandmother and daughter fed and healthy. Nina wasn't the happy, go-for-it, mystery loving girl I'd met in the coffee shop three years ago.

I'd gotten her pregnant, changing her life forever. She'd matured miles, and learned the value of family and happiness. She had a lot to juggle on her shoulders at the moment; she didn't really have time to do things that made her happy. I'd made her happy, probably happier than she had been in days, and I couldn't feel more content.

I was still staring at her, the echo of her laughter still on her face, when Nina pressed the 'send' button. I didn't care; I'd just seen Nina at the happiest, and I felt as happy as she had been.

Gently, I reached my hand over her body and grabbed my phone. While my fingers gripped the phone, my hand lingered on hers for a second, but I ignored her look when I saw that she had looked at me. I held the phone, the Twitter App shining in the dull florescent lights of my den. "No, Nina, this is how you use Twitter."

I typed in the message of Last performance was great! Loved performing there! then pressed the 'send' button, shoving the phone in Nina's face. A small smile started to creep up my face when I saw her take the phone back.

"That's so boring," she stated simply, and I cocked an eyebrow. "Tweet something more interesting, to let your fans know you have a life." Her fingers danced across the keyboard, and I turned my head around to see she was typing I think there's man outside my window stalking me.

"But that's not true," I stated, questioningly, meeting Nina's eyes. Her laughter still etched on her face, she explained.

"Yes, it is!" she said, pointing to the wooden door that led into another room. "Well, outside the door, that is."

I quickly pushed myself off the couch, and opened the door with such quickness that the girl standing outside the door almost fell to the floor. Chloe, her brown hair sitting on her shoulders, met my eyes with a look of shock. Then she eyed Nina, who was standing behind me, and Emma, who was sitting on the carpeted floor, playing with a toy car by herself. Chloe seemed to have put two and two together, as she looked at me again, looking like she was about to cry.

"Chloe, get out," I growled, tears forming in her eyes. I pushed her back into the foyer, then slammed the door shut. I exhaled slowly, then plopped back down on the couch. Nina followed my movement, sitting on her leg.

"I don't know what to say," she murmured, almost inaudible. "I mean, if you don't want to tell your family, that's fine, but if you do want to tell them, I don't want to stop you, you know?" When I didn't respond to her statement, she continued. "How many people in your family know?"

"Only two," I admitted. "Isabelle and Chloe. Isabelle is twenty-two, so I think she can understand that I'm a father now, and I need to take responsibility. Chloe, however, is only sixteen, so I don't think she can grasp the concept that her older brother is a father. I never planned on telling either of them; Chloe eavesdropped on my conversation with Mick only two days after you sent me the photograph, and I had to confess to Isabelle one month ago. I don't know when I'll the rest of my family, though."

"God," Nina breathed, running her fingers through her hair, the look of happiness she had only a few minutes ago fading from her expression. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have sent you the photograph in the first place."

With a quick movement, I sent my hand over to hers and grasped it firmly in mine. I could tell Nina was shocked; I hadn't really touched her since she reunited. Sure, I'd put my hand on her shoulder, or squeezed her hand in reassurance once or twice, but I'd never done anything too intimate. The last time I'd touched her more fiercely than I was doing right now, I'd ended up naked on top of Nina's body.

"Nina, don't say that," I commanded her. "If you hadn't sent me the photograph, I wouldn't know that Emma was alive. I'd be out, touring the world, without the knowledge that I had a daughter and the mother of said daughter was so troubled and stressed. I wouldn't be around to comfort you, nor would I know how beautiful, wonderful, and amazing my daughter was."

I walked over to where Emma was lying on the carpet, content with herself, and picked her up. She sent me a toothy smile. I returned the smile as I sat back down on the couch. "Nina, you're still the most amazing girl I know. No, you're not the girl I fell in love with at the coffee shop, but that's what makes you more amazing. You're as beautiful as I remember you to be; possibly even more beautiful. I couldn't imagine my life right now without Emma and you."

I took in a deep breath; I knew the answer to what I was thinking in my soul, but I didn't think I was confident enough to say it.

Then I remembered Nina; how she persuaded me three years ago to ask for a record deal, and how she keeps me going every day through email. If a complete stranger I met in the coffee shop, a stranger who knew me for less than twenty-four hours, could find the courage to walk up to me, and start a conversation with me, then I could say what I wanted to say.

"I love both of you. I love Emma more than anything in the world; she means so much to me. I haven't seen her a lot, but I've been thinking of her and everything we've been through.

"Nina, I know you're scared, but there's no need to be. Haven't you seen how good of friends we've become? I couldn't imagine my life without you right now. I love both you and Emma."

Nina started to smile, but our conversation was cut short by my phone beeping. I checked the message, and it told me that a user had Favorited my Tweet; the first Tweet that Nina had made. Nina, obviously, read the message also, because she started to laugh.

"That's not fair!" I complained, but laughing at the same time. "I've sent out a million and one Tweets, and the one you decide to send out today is the one tons of people are Favoriting and Re-Tweeting? I bet you don't even have a Twitter of your own!"

Still laughing, Nina shook her head. "Nope!" she answered, her light brown hair swaying back and forth with the shake of her head. Chuckling slightly, I logged out of my Twitter account and clicked the 'Sign Up' button. Nina seemed to realize what I was doing, because she attempted to rip the phone out of my hands.

"Hmm..." I mused, tapping the corner of my phone to my chin. "What should your username be...? Hm...let's see...NinaMartin0707, yes." I typed in the name, moving my hands around to avoid Nina's attempts to grab the phone.

"That's my email address, you dweeb!" Nina joked, still trying to catch the mobile phone that was now swinging in the air, safely enclosed in my hands. I sent Nina a grin, before erasing the username.

"Seriously, though, what should your username be?" I asked. "I'm thinking: FabianRuttersBiggestFan, or TheMotherOfFabianRuttersChild, or even DreamingOfMarryingFabianRutter. How about it?"

Nina finally snatched the phone out of my grip and began to erase the choices I had thought of. "I'm an independent woman, thank you very much," she told me, but her grin was as wide as mine. "...Fine. Let's just make it NMEM0725."

"What's the symbolism behind that?" I asked, while Nina started to continue to sign up for her Twitter account.

"NM is Nina Martin, and EM is Emma Martin. I was born on the seventh, and Emma was born on the twenty-fifth. Mother and daughter," she explained, finally finishing the Sign Up. She handed me my phone back, and I saw the fresh, new Twitter account brought to life. "And what's so symbolic of 'fabianruttermusic'?" she retorted.

"Nothing," I admitted. "Aaron thought of it. It seems like Aaron does everything for me." I rolled my eyes.

Emma, who was being strangely quiet, was still laying down on the couch, leaning against my lap. I smiled at her, while she was contently rolling her toy truck along my leg,. while sucking her thumb.

During the two weeks when Nina and I had lost touch, I think I'd finally come to the realization and accepted that I was Emma's father. There was no denying it anymore. It as much as my fault as it was Nina's, but I'd been telling myself for the past few months that I needed to take responsibility.

Emma was my daughter. I'd never, in a million years, get used to saying that, but now I'd come to accept it. I was the one to start unhooking Nina's bra strap while my family was out of town. I'd brought her upstairs into my room to continue or night.

Emma was the result of that. Three years after the one-night stand, and almost two and a half years after Emma was born, I'd finally reunited with Nina and seen my daughter for the first time. I missed them both so much, and even though I was never going public with that information, I needed to at least tell my family. They deserved to know that their nineteen year old son was a father.

I was brought back to the present by Nina tapping into her phone. "Writing your first Tweet?" I guessed, and she nodded, a smile still on her face. In a few seconds, she handed me my phone back and I read her first Tweet. Hello, all. I'm being held hostage by Fabian Rutter. #FabianRutterProblems.

I blinked, not entirely sure I had read that right. When I met Nina's gaze, she looked like she was trying hard not to laugh. "Really?" I questioned, and Nina answered with, "Really."

I sighed, handing the phone back to her. "Try again," I stated simply, and the wait was only a few seconds this time as Nina handed me back the phone with Eddie Miller is going fishing with his dad. Take pictures so it can be used as Blackmail.

When I didn't say anything, Nina took that as another cue to try another one. Her Tweet this time said Yo yo yo my name is nina martin, the same Tweet that Nina had sent out on my account only a couple of minutes ago.

"You know, I could use this as blackmail against you," I said, pointing to Nina, who was having a lot of fun by touching buttons and typing things on my phone.

"How so?" Nina asked, placing her face in her palm and leaning her elbow against the arm of the couch.

"Now that I know your Twitter account, I could give you a shoutout," I stated simply, and Nina started to flip shit.

I only caught part of her speech: "No. DO NOT GIVE ME A SHOUTOUT! If people at my school see my name on your Twitter account then they'll assume that I like forced you to or something. Then, they'll corner me in a hallway and beat me up for having my name on your page while none of theirs was. In summary, it wouldn't be pretty, so I command you to NOT GIVE ME A SHOUTOUT."

Chuckling, I said, "It's fine, Nina. I'm not going to give you a shoutout. Calm down."

Suddenly, Nina eyes met mine. We lingered there, in each others gazes, for a split second, before I broke it by saying, "I think we should move Emma upstairs. Look, she's already fallen asleep."

"To where?" Nina asked.

"My room," I admitted, scratching the back of my head. When I saw Nina's face turn as red as a tomato, I held up my hands in defense. "It's nothing like that. All I mean is that Emma would be away from prowling eyes, safely tucked away in my room. We can get out of here as soon as possible...but we'll have to take a detour first..."

I ignored Nina's question of "What detour?" and tried to monitor all of my sisters. It turned out that they were all in the kitchen; it was the perfect time to tell them about me and Nina. My dad would probably disown me once I admitted to it, but I was a father now. A famous celebrity and a father at the same time. It was time to stop hanging out with my friends twenty-four seven and face this problem like a man.

I told Nina to stay in the den for a moment, and she obeyed. I silently opened the den door, and made my way over to the kitchen, where I knew I was walking into death. The only two people who wouldn't be surprised would be Isabelle and Chloe.

"What's wrong, Fabian?" my mum questioned as I walked into the kitchen. Chloe was eying me with suspicion, and it didn't help my mood that her and Isabelle were sneaking glances. I was free from other's peoples ears; the rest of the 'after-party' had already gone home. I'd spent the entire party in the den with my daughter and her mother.

"I have to tell you something," I began, and from the looks on everyone's faces, I knew this wasn't going to be easy to confess. "Look, I'm not going to refer to this as a mistake, because it wasn't. I honestly don't think of it as a mistake. So if any of you tell me to think of it that way and abandon the two of them, I'm going to have to tell you no."

"Get to the point, Fabian," Rosie, who was the second oldest in the Rutter family, announced. She was very smart; Rosie was probably analyzing everything I said and trying to figure out a conclusion. I was almost sure she had come to the conclusion that I was a dad already.

"Okay. I'm just going to come out and say it, so be prepared. In the summer of 2009, I met an amazing girl at the coffee shop downtown. Her name was Nina, and God, she was amazing. You guys were all out of town, so the apartment was empty. I brought her back, and, well...one thing led to another and I began taking off her bra strap."

I could tell everyone was shocked. Olivia; poor, shy, innocent Olivia was now learning that the older brother she looked up to was a father, and that he had kept the secret for however long.

I continued, trying not to think about what everyone must be thinking, "Long story short, we had sex. She left in the morning without as much as a note, and I hadn't seen her since. But then, two months ago, a letter came in the mail. It contained a photograph of a two-year-old girl; and, with some help from Jerome and Mick, we figured out that the girl in the photograph was my daughter.

"We drove to where the mother of my child lived, and I reunited with her after three years. As it turned out, that night we had sex together led to her getting pregnant and giving birth to my daughter, who's name is Emma. The mother's name is Nina. We've been talking by email for two months.

"In summary, I'm a father. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, but I couldn't bear to see what everyone would say and do."

I closed my eyes, waiting for my dad to come up and start screaming in my ear and punch me into the middle of next week. Instead, I was greeted with complete silence.

Isabelle and Chloe, obviously, were emotionless. They already knew that their nineteen-year-old brother was a father. Olivia, however, was already in tears. She looked up to me; practically worshiped the ground I walked on. She just learned that her role model ruined a fifteen-year-old girl's life; if I was her, I would be crying also. The rest of the Rutter family, however, was just wide-eyed and apprehensive.

"Fabian Thomas Rutter," Mum said, using my full name; that was when I knew I was in for it. "If this is some kind of joke..."

"It's not," I assured them miserably. "Just wait here. I'll show you." Slowly, I walked back to the den and carried Emma's sleeping form in my arms. I told Nina to trail behind me, and she did, closing the den door for me. She followed me back into the kitchen, where the rest of my family was waiting.

"The girl I'm holding in my arms is Emma Grace Martin, two years old, born May 25th, 2010. She's my daughter. The mother is Nina Martin, who's currently hiding behind me." I grabbed Nina's hand and pulled her in front of me.

"Hi," she said, and I could hear the fear in her voice. I whispered in her ear, "It's okay. They're not going to hurt you."

"Well, Fabian, I don't really know what to do with this information," my dad informed me, his ice-cold blue eyes meeting my concrete-blue ones. "This is very sudden..." He eyed Nina, who realized she was being stared at, and hid behind my back again. My father continued, "I...I still don't know how to believe my only son is a father, much less that I myself am a grandfather. You will leave us to deal with this information, and I'll call you back here when we're ready."

I nodded slowly, and after pushing Emma up a little further in my arms so she wouldn't slip, I led Nina upstairs to my room. My bedroom wasn't much; all it contained was a Queen mattress and ten thousand guitars. I carefully placed Emma on top of my bed and covered her with one of the blankets I had. The huge blanket covered all of Emma's tiny two-year-old body, so I had to fold the blanket up a bit so it wasn't suffocating the toddler.

Just as I thought Nina and I might have some time to discuss what just happened, Emma began to wake up. "Mommy...?" she whispered; the toddler looked scared out of her wits. Nina sat on the edge of the bed and tried to coax Emma back into unconsciousness, but with no such luck. She stood up, placed her hands in her pockets, and faced me. "Fabian, I think she wants her daddy."

"What does she want me for?" I cried, completely unknowingly as to why she'd want the father she'd only seen twice in her life.

"She won't go to sleep!" Nina exclaimed impatiently. "I don't know why! Emma's usually a great sleeper...Fabian, do you know any lullabies?"

"Yeah, a few," I answered, and I sat down on the bed where Nina had sat. I could have done the 'Hush Little Baby' lullaby, or even the 'Rock-a-bye Baby' one, but I decided to switch it up a bit.

"Isn't she lovely?" I began to sing, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Nina smile. I continued the song. "Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old; and I never thought through love we'd be making one as lovely as she, but isn't she lovely, made from love."

I took a deep breath, already seeing Emma's eyelids drooping. I decided to continue her lullaby. "Isn't she pretty? Truly the angels best; Boy, I'm so happy; we have been Heaven blessed. I can't believe what God has done; through us, he's given life to one. But isn't she lovely, made from love?

"Isn't she lovely? Life and love are the same. Life is Aisha; the meaning of her name. Lonnie, it could not have not been done without you, who can see the one. That's so very lovely, made from love."

A/N - This has to be my favorite chapter so far. So much progress is made between characters; I'm extremely happy in the way it turned out. Lost & Found will reach its main climax at the end of the next chapter, "The Park"; the pace is picking up, guys, so buckle your seatbelts and prepare for a crazy ride ahead of you.
Have a sparkling day!~
~Julianna