Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 20: life comes at you fast . True to his word, Gael had scheduled the photoshoot. Given his name and power, he was given an appointment immediately, for the day after. (It helped that he had practically helped raise this particular photographer, almost like a son of his and one of his favorite people.) Hudson, for one, looked adorable in his little suit that Gael had gotten tailored for him, tie adorably twisted and knotted (Hudson had been insistent that he wear the tie with the tigers, and so the orange cartoon animals leapt out of the fabric.) Gael, dressed in his own neat suit himself, hoisted the boy to rest on his hip, peppering soft kisses to his cheeks. When Arabella stepped out, Gael felt his mouth go dry. It was so ridiculous… What difference did it make that her hair had been neatly swept back, a strand acting as a fringe for her to keep out of? What difference did it make that her lips looked glossy and sheen, as thoug
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 21: behind the scenes . “Hudson buddy.” Momma’s voice was shaky, and for some reason, Hudson thought he saw something shiny on her face. He turned, holding Benny tight to his chest. “What are we?” “We’re … we’re a team.” Hudson answered. He saw his mother nod once, pressing the car faster into the pouring torrent. After a heartbeat, Hudson spoke. “Momma…where’s daddy?”oOoGael stretched awake, burying his face in the pillow, trying to get a few more hours of rest, but it was rather futile. He was awake. He tightened his arms, hoping to pull Arabella closer to him, ready to bend down and kiss his… Well, he didn’t really know what Arabella was to him.. But, she was his. Yeah… His Arabella. That had a nice ring to it.Unfortunately, his hands came back empty, save for the sheets that he had grasped throughout the night. After rubbing the last of his sleep from his eyes, Gael sat up, realizing that he was alone in the room. It was r
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 22: beneath the edges . || March 4th ||I’m surprised as I write this. I’m unable to believe that this is real, not a dream that my brain has conjured in order to trick me. But I should keep this updated. This very may be something that can be used to prove my innocence in court, if it escalates as I think it will. Yesterday, I went out with Jonathan and Hudson in the backseat, one of those company parties. They had become much more manageable now that I have Hudson, it was easy to excuse myself to soothe my baby, or to say that we both needed a moment. It was okay, Jonathan was charming investors, and Hudson had a magnificent time gnawing at my dress. On the way back, I quietly commented that one of the investors had been very sweet to Hudson, that I liked the company. It was a blasé comment, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just to fill the car, because Hudson got nervous when the car was quiet. If Jonathan could talk more about th
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 23: one more shot . “I think I’ve been waiting for your call.” Ian answered. “You know my wife.” Gael said back. “Not quite. But this will be better explained in person. I’ll see you in 15, bro.” The younger murmured back. True to his word, exactly fourteen minutes later, his doorbell was ringing. Gael opened the door, and the bunny-looking boy took one glance at his face, before pulling him into a tight hug. He moved slightly to reveal the shorter boy that had been standing behind him, playing with his fingers. “Bro. This is my boyfriend, Jayden. I have a strange feeling that he can answer the questions you have.” Ian murmured, tugging the other who bowed and mumbled a shy hello, peeking out from behind pink strands of hair. Once the couple was seated across from him, Gael leaned forward. “About my wife…”The man, Jayden, seemed to be a little timid. But tucked safely under the secure arm of his boyfriend, he addressed Gael te
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 24: back in hell . Arabella’s time had run out. She accelerated gently, so not to alert her son, watching the rain patter on the window, and prayed that she hadn’t done something stupid by not using her card at the diner. Please, please, please. Let there be one last thing, just so she could alert Gael. One last… Ah! Ahead. A gas station, with the lights flickering. Arabella accelerated even further, the engine purring to keep up with her, and with sharp indications of his right taillight, took the next exit, pulling in and ushering Hudson out. She could faintly see the car that was tailing her taking the exit as well. Her heart thudded in her chest, fear coating every single one of her nerves at the realization that she had been caught. But at the sight of the young teenage boy behind the counter, she felt tears prick her eyes. “I am so sorry.” She whispered to the boy. “There’s a scary man chasing me. Hide my son behind the
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 25: sacrifices to be made . Jonathan drew his hand back and slapped her. Arabella sprawled, gasping as she placed her palms out on the floor to steady herself, willing herself not to whimper as the glass tore through her palms. “Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch. Did you fucking think that you coudld get away with me? Fucking whore, spreading your fucking legs for that idol. Is that what you turned to, Arabella? Turned to being a fucking prostitute so you could take care of yourself? Does the idol keep you around because you know how to take his cock? Is that what’s happening?” The pure rage in Jonathan’s voice made Arabella tremble, staying put and looking down, not wanting to anger him even more. Jonathan stepped back, breathing heavily, before he drew his leg back and kicked the crumpled form of Arabella once in the ribs, before once in the face. The resounding crunch that Arabella heard and the feeling of…wetness from her nose made h
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 26: risk it all . Being a maid was a generational thing in the Winston family. Her grandmother had been one, her mother had been one, and now she was one as well. Her father, who had been a driver for the rich families they served had drilled it into her head that despite the fact that every single person had been servants, she’d be the one to break out and let the Winston family finally experience other professions. Willow wasn’t too sure about that. If that was true, she wouldn’t be stuck serving family after family. She served a different family, one with a coldhearted head of house, whose shouts shook the entire foundation of the house and made all the other wait staff tremble in fear. Master Jonathan, they called him, and Wheein was utterly terrified of him. But there was one other person in the house that she didn’t mind, and it was Master Jonathan’s poor wife. Miss Arabella, though the title was nothing but show, as the woma
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 27: anything for her . Gael stared at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. His mouth was dry as he looked at the other man, who glared at him, holding the phone at a distance while his other arm tightened around Willow’s throat, lifting her. The teenager gasped, thrashing and kicking and Gael realized that she was trying to claw her way out of the other’s tight hold. “Ahem.” Jonathan murmured, angling the camera so he couldn’t see Willow’s anymore, clearing his throat to get Gael’s attention. “Jonathan,” Gael murmured, low, hoping that his voice hid his tremble. “This issue is between you and me. Just us. Leave her alone. She’s an innocent kid. She has nothing to do with this.” He said lowly, urgently, hearing the way Willow’s gasps seemed to be further and further apart as the other’s hand tightened on her windpipe. “Is she?” Jonathan seethed, looking positively evil as he glared at the camera. “Then why the fuck did I