ANGELS AND DEATH BOOK #2 JULY 3RD 2011
Death and Beyond
CHAPTER 1.
JACE.
Samantha, even though tired beyond comprehensible thought, still did everything and anything the baby needed without complaint. She looked so womanly, I guess you could say. I’m not sure if she knew but I frequently watched her, with the baby and despite my first easy going-ness of holding him his very first day, soon after that, I became wary of handling him further, in fear I might do the wrong thing. I never did this intentionally, however at times, maybe, it might have seemed that way.
We stayed problem free in the castle for some time unnoticed by the other humans, until Samantha was comfortable with Silas enough to bring him home. Even though we all assured her, repeatedly, she still thought that there would be some sort of danger awaiting her when we finally did arrive, but thankfully that part of our lives is over.
I must say baby shopping was definitely…something. And at the very least… excessive. They had at least 1000 different strollers to push a kid around on, not to mention towels and organics, and binkies and swaddling- to which, makes a hell of a lot of sense if you ask me. But its all wonderful. Samantha is so beautiful and amazing and she just has it. Motherhood suites her.
Ezra, Abigail and Lucas were near by, I could hear their call. Samantha looked around and caught my eye, sometimes I wondered if she could hear it too. That of course would be impossible, she’s not an angel, but not that long ago, neither was I. Or so I thought anyways. Sleepless nights have my “blinking” off balance and when I finally did arrive with the others I had keeled over to catch my breath.
“Are you alright Jace?”
“Yeah your not looking so…fresh, dude.”
Just as I was about to answer Ezra’s question, Lucas opened his mouth- clearly spending way to much time with Robby and just had to add his own two sense. I inhaled sharply, braced myself on my knees and rose to a full stand. My wings reverberated inside there pockets menacingly, although I never would act on it, it was taken as only a warning. “Quit it tots. We have work to do.” Abigail said lazily as usual. Was it me or was she one odd chicken? Sure she was…good looking, great looking maybe, and awesome red hair, but her oddness, her uncanny ability to sneak up in your grill at NO moments notice wasn’t a good thing. Not at all and that was putting it lightly. She was so bipolar, but that’s what made her Abigail.
Ezra nodded in reluctant agreement and explained there visit here today.
“Even though all is finally right-no i take that back nothing will ever be right without Caspian, but as right as it can be- and has been for sometime now, we mustn’t go about as if nothing has happened. And even though we have no reason to believe that there will ever be anything to happen like such again, we must never have expectations of anything, anymore. If there was one thing I have learned in just the last two years it is to expect nothing, but what you never thought possible. Even then your still wrong, because it will be ten times worse then what you could ever imagine. Or better...”
In his own odd way he was right and even though he hadn’t meant it to be this way I felt a slow creep of a chill steal its way up my back. We cant forget what we all went through, the people-loved ones we lost, the lucky who weren’t lost and the mystery of why those who are gone, had to go in the first place. What is their purpose? And to what god is it for? In the middle of my random thoughts I was brought back to reality when Ezra said Samantha was calling. Instantly without thinking, blinking or even taking one single breath I was before her. She stood in the bedroom doorway holding a quiet Silas in her soft strong arms with such a soft sweet smile on her lips. “Can you sit with that baby while I take a shower? I really need one and am afraid if I wait any longer, I’ll smell so bad flies wont fly near me.” shes was too funny sometimes and even though she kidded I understood. I nodded without a second thought and took him into my arms. At first I hadn’t one thought other than how cute and light he still was, and then came the insecurities of how I may be to cold, or maybe he knows I’m not his real father, showed up. Was there something wrong with me? Of course he didn’t know something like that, he was a baby.
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