Nora POV

A few weeks later…

Our baby has been healthy, thank god, despite all that's happened. By now, I was estimated 8 weeks pregnant. I had a little baby bump that stuck out slightly. After that night, I healed quickly, but everything had changed. Patch was more protective and stuck to me everywhere I went, even around the house. He wouldn't let me lift a finger.

The last few weeks have been quiet, but chaotic. First, I had to tell Mom I was pregnant, which was a joy. She expected it, but there were 3 stages to the process. First, Anger; she went on a rampage saying 'Patch had defiled her daughter' and called him many colorful words. Next, Depression; she became saddened at the thought of being a grandmother and becoming 'old.' Finally, Acceptance; thought this came a lot later, she became excited that she could plan a baby shower and buy baby clothes. She tried to bring up a wedding, but I didn't encourage it because I doubt it would happen. She was almost as excited as Vee. Vee insisted on staying in Coldwater for at least the pregnancy. Vee was obviously the godmother, so she wanted to be there for me and her godchild. Vee and Gavin also had no where to stay, which meant they were staying with us.

There was no sign of the fallen angel that helped Marlene, well Patch never said anything. Whenever I asked he'd give me a light kiss on my head and said, 'Don't worry about it.' He had been distant lately, which scared me. Maybe I was overreacting, maybe it's the hormones. He was still protective, but he was silent and far away whenever I tried to spark conversation.

I let out a heavy sigh. I couldn't worry about it. He has his reasons for acting the way he is; I don't know what they are, but I'm sure he's dealing with this 'father-to-be' thing in his own way.

Vee was taking me out shopping. She said I had to get out of the house, otherwise she would drag me. I did need some fresh air. Patch and Gavin tagged along on out shopping trip to the mall.

Patch and Gavin were chatting softly outside Victoria Secrets as Vee and I shopped.

"Alright, Mama needs some new lingerie. Ouh… pink silk with lace." Vee mused. I was too busy staring at Patch who was in deep conversation with Gavin. "Yo, earth to Nora." She followed my gaze to Patch and sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder. "It'll be okay. Just relax and enjoy the shopping trip. Hey! Why don't you get back at him by treating yourself to some new bras."

I gave her a small smile, "Thanks, Vee."

"Anytime, babe." She said smiling at me.

We shopped around Victoria Secrets; I got some new silk pjs that were a little bigger to fit my growing stomach and bras to fit my massive boobs. Vee got new lingerie and lacey underwear. I had just checked out and I was now waiting for Vee. Vee created a great distraction from my growing doubts about Patch. I told myself I wouldn't look towards him again, but I couldn't help but steal a glance. Immediately, I regretted it. Patch was surrounded by three girls; all had their asses hanging out of their shorts. Usually, Patch would send them on their way, but he looked thrilled to be getting the attention, giving them a charming smile that flared my anger immediately. The girls were obviously flirting, a skinny, blond was twirling her hair and leaning on Patch. He didn't once push her away, even Gavin looked utterly uninterested. One girl tried to flirt with him; he flashed his wedding ring at them with a disgusted look.

"That's my man," Vee said coming up to me. My heart dropped, tears swelled in my eyes.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I muttered to Vee before slipping out the second entrance of Victoria Secrets. The second entrance was further down from were Patch and Gavin were, so they didn't notice my quick escape. Vee tried calling after me, but I ignored her.

I jogged towards the bathroom, passing shop after shop, wiping my tears with the sleeve of my jacket. I understood Patch needed space, but flirting with other girls crossed the line. I was passing down the long hall that led to the bathroom when someone grabbed me. I let out a yelp, but they covered my mouth and shushed me. I fought their grip, but it tightened.

"Stop fighting," a familiar voice yelled softly into my ear. For some reason I did. They didn't force or hurt me, just guided me as we headed out exit doors that weren't too far from the bathrooms. I didn't look back, I figured I'd see them soon enough. They guided me to an old red pickup truck that was parked right outside the doors. I got in the passenger side and buckled myself up. A figure crossed the back of the truck and entered the driver's side; they then started the engine and drove out of the mall parking lot.

I stared straight ahead, questioning myself. What was I doing? Volunteering to be kidnapped to get back at Patch? I finally turned to the driver. He had straight, light brown hair that was covered slightly by a black beanie with a tan on his skin that glowed in the light. He was wearing a grey windbreaker with a black t-shirt underneath and plain denim jeans. His eyes were locked on the road. I watched him closely, but he didn't look at me or say anything. We were heading at an incredible speed down the highway to who knows where when I was the first to finally break the silence.

"Why kidnap me?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Kidnap you? Wasn't much of a kidnapping, you practically let me." He chuckled. Okay, I walked into that one. Literally.

"What did you want then?" I pushed.

"To talk. That's all. Your guard dog keeps chasing after me; I don't want any trouble, but he keeps stirring some up." He said sternly, stealing a quick side glance at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"He tracked me down a few weeks ago; I made a break for it. I thought I was in the clear, but he found me again. He beat me senseless." That sounded like Patch. "I just want you to relay the message. Tell him to back off. Again, I don't want trouble; I'm not looking for a fight or revenge."

He paused, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair.

"Working with Darlene wasn't as pleasant as you think. She blackmailed me into helping her. We both fell together about a year ago. She fell out a fit of jealously over Jev; I fell for love. I loved Darlene, but she didn't always feel the same." He clenched the steering wheel with his hands until his knuckles were white. "She said we'd be together after she 'finished some business.' Turns out, her business was a pity jealousy over you; she became obsessed with it. She watched you for months, planning your demise. When I realized what she was doing, I tried to leave, but Darlene gave me a not so friendly warning that she had one of my feathers shacked up. She picked it up when we fell just in case I tried to turn against her."

"So you never wanted to kill me? You were just afraid?" I asked understandingly.

He turned and nodded solemnly to me. "I want to live a normal life, well as normal as an immortal fallen angel can get, ya know?" I blinked, surprised. He seemed genuine.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? That you won't just come find and kill me anyways?"

"Not like I could kill you." I watched him carefully. "I didn't think you were human from the start. You're Nephilim aren't you?" I nodded. "Besides, I have no reason to kill you. I wanted Darlene chained in hell as much as the next guy. She was one step from psychotic," He shook his head.

"I'm sorry." I said gently.

He laughed, "Sorry? What for?"

"For what she did." I paused. "Don't worry about Patch anymore. I'll take care of it. But, I'd leave town as soon as possible."

He nodded understandingly. He pulled off the highway to an exit, then pulling into a gas station. I looked at him questioning.

"This is where we part ways." He said as he putting the truck in park.

"You're going to make me find a ride home?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I'll catch a ride." He looked at me softly and kindly. The way he looked at me, in the light, if it wasn't for the beanie I coulda sworn he was Scott. It made tears brim in my eyes and my heart ache. I looked away, unable to stand the similarity.

"See ya later, Grey"

I whipped my head around to look at him. Scott's voice rang in my head. "W-What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"Y-yea. You better get going." I said looking away.

"I'll see you around." He said stepping out of the truck.

"Y-yea.. Maybe." I didn't look at him again. I couldn't take the pain that dwelled in my heart. I could feel his uneasiness as he shut the door. I waited until he was a safe distance away before I let my tears flow.

I didn't know how long I sat there; I had cried all my tears, now all that was left was numbness. My cell phone buzzed; I pulled it from my pocket. The screen read 20 missed calls. How did I not notice my phone buzzing?

It buzzed again; this time I picked it up.

"H-hello?" my words got caught in my throat.

"Damn it, Angel. Where are you?" He sounded concerned. I almost laughed. He paused. I didn't answer. "What happened?"

"Why do you care?" I spat bitterly at him.

"Angel.." He said in a low voice.

"Don't. You lost the right to call me that." I snapped my phone shut and tossed it aside. Angrily, I jumped to the driver's seat, revved the engine, and threw it in drive. I floored it and got onto the highway; I don't know how long I drove, but I kept going until the sun was set.