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/> Aaron did as I said. There wasn't any body language that showed annoyance on him. He was like a slave.
"Why are you doing exactly as I say, and not pissing me off?" I asked, as he pulled in the driveway.
Aaron turned the car off, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.
"Because I'm guilty of shoving you off a cliff. I owe you, big time." He said, helping me out of the big SUV. He helped me in, and I was jumped on by Daniel and questions.
"Delilah, are you okay, besides the cast? Did Narcissus hurt you?" He asked. "I bet he hurt you. Did he touch you? I'll go talk to him if he did."
I held my head around the crutches. Daniel could give ME headaches from his worrying.
"I think I should go back to the hospital." I stated.
"I'll take you. Where does it hurt?" Daniel rambled.
"Inside the house, when you're worried and pestering me with questions." I answered, causing Aaron to laugh. I glared at him, which caused Daniel to laugh. I held my head as my headache became worse, pounding like a hammer.
"I need Tylenol." I said, using my crutches to walk to the couch, lying down.

-A month later-



I returned to the hospital for the last time with my cast, that EVERY ONE of my friends signed. I entered with Veronica, who liked updates on life with 12 guys, and she gave me the last of my medicine and took off my cast. I got prescriptions to help with my headaches I get now and then, along with gummy-bear vitamins. I wobbled back to Aaron, not used to using both of my feet, to see Aaron on the phone.
"No no no...Wait, here she is." He said.
He thrust the phone up to my ear, giving me an apologetic look.
"H-hello?" I stuttered.
"Delilah, it's George."
I nearly died.
"Y-yeah?" I asked.
"You're mother's in the Ryence Rae Regal Health. She wants to talk to you. Room 47C." George said, before hanging up.
I stood, stunned. My mom. Only rooms away. The next thing I knew, I was at the room my mother was in. I opened the door, wobbling inside, to see my mother, her blonde hair carelessly pulled back, her olive green eyes pained. She saw me, gesturing me in as George glared at me, leaving me alone with my mom.
"Oh Delilah, thank god. I didn't think you'd come. I need to give you something. But Delilah, just know, I'm sorry, and I love you." My mom said.
I hugged her with caution, being careful around her temper and swollen baby belly. And then I was ushered out to read the note she gave me.
It read:

Dear Delilah,
I know you may not be very happy with me, with the whole cigarette thing, and George, but let me start off with this: I'm sorry. I feel like a horrible mother, making you go through this, with your father,and then me, but there is something I need you to know. Your sister isn't George's baby. She's your father's. I know, you think I'm lying, but he's alive. I saw him. I had your sister with him, and he wants to see you again. But I have a feeling it'll be bad for your sister to be with me. I don't think I could bear it if she spent her whole life as a foster child, so I want you to take her. I know it's a lot to ask, but I figured you'd say okay, for little Gracie's sake...That is if you name her Gracie. I know there is a chance you'd say no, but I put Gracie under your custody. Feel free to rename her.
Love,
Florence (Mom)
P.S. If George leaves me, I'll take her back.


I was shocked. My mom, who hates me, is telling me George isn't the father of my sister, but my father? My father DIED two YEARS ago! I'll take this baby, just because my mom has finally gone insane. I like Grace, but not as a first name. I like Phoebe, or Phoebe Grace. I snapped my fingers. Phoebe Grace was a beautiful first name. Phoebe-Grace...Ame...Rosye. I liked it.
Aaron drove me home, grinning when he saw me without my cast and crutches.
"What?" I giggled, despite my life.
"You're pretty." He said, sounding like a child.
I giggled.
"No." I replied. "Only Caspian can think I'm pretty."
I pouted, causing Aaron to laugh as he parked the car. I ran back, despite my near face-plant, I was still able to walk like a normal person. I grabbed the keys from Aaron's hands, unlocking the door. I threw it open, to see all the guys grinning.
"I am back, from the dead!" I announced giggly.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Sorry, I think they drugged her up again." Aaron said, picking me up, shoving me on the couch, as I giggled like a child.
"Dang girl, ya missed running huh?" James laughed.
I grinned, reaching for the remote, but Aaron beat me to it.
"Aaron, can I watch TV?" I asked sweetly.
"You are." Aaron said.
I grabbed a plastic playhouse ball from the floor, throwing it at him.
"No, bad slave, bad. Give. Me. The. Remote." I insisted giggly.
Aaron gave me a look, raising an eyebrow.
"When did I become your slave?"
"When you shoved me off the damn cliff!" I insisted, now pissed off.
Aaron pouted, before tossing me the remote.
"Good slave." I said, changing the channel to America's Next Top Model. All the guys groaned, getting up to leave, but Aaron scooted next to me. He looked at the models, then at me. He seemed to be thinking, which made me inwardly giggle.
"You're prettier than those girls. You should take up modeling." He said, snuggling up against me. I tried to look away, trying to hide my blushing, but I couldn't look away, as if Aaron had me in a trance. I felt my heart flutter, as I looked around, realizing no one was in here. Aaron caught my attention again, before leaning in, lips lips parting.
Now would be the worst time for an interruption,

I thought.
And of course, the home phone rang, causing Aaron to jump away from me. He sighed, getting the phone.
"Rosye residence." He answered.
Silence.
Aaron nodded, his expression grim. He answered with uh-huh and okay, before hanging up the phone.
"Your mom went into labor. She had the baby. They were calling to let you know you can come fill out some forms, and the birth certificate. I don't know why..." Aaron broke off, realizing what the old nursery room was for. "Delilah, you've got to be joking. A baby? How are you going to go to school?"
I looked down, like a scolded puppy.
"Do you think I want my mother, raising a child, WITH GEORGE?" I asked.
"No but-"
"There is your answer." I replied, before darting out.


I sat in the reception with Aaron, as I filled out the forms. When it asked for the name of the baby, I put Phoebe Grace. Middle name, Ame. Last name, Rosye. People wouldn't wonder why I adopted my sister, since my mother isn't Florence Rosye, but Florence Borelle. After the paperwork was signed, I walked out, little Phoebe Grace in my arms. She looked quite similar to me when I was a baby. She had my red hair and my Heterochromia eyes. That was when I knew my mom knew George would figure it out. My father had the red hair and Heterochromia blue-and-gray eyes. Daniel and I got the green from my mother. And when I peered down at the small baby, I KNEW my mother had lied about my father dying. Aaron saw her and smiled.
"You look like her mother. Though her eyes are a little lighter, and same with her hair." He said, as I settled Phoebe Grace in a car seat.
"I didn't tell Daniel. He might freak. Be prepared to help me explain." I said, stroking Phoebe Grace's small head.
"I figured." Aaron said, closing my door as I got in.
After a few minutes of driving, I spoke.
"Thank you. I feel like you spoil me." I said.
Aaron's shoulders tensed up.
"How will you explain to Caspian?" He asked.
"With a lot of words and crying." I sighed.
"Is that how you explain EVERYTHING?" Aaron laughed.
"Not my exams. I have to use a lot of words and WRITING. My life is hell. Too much words." I giggled.
I heard a small hiccup from behind me, to see week old Phoebe, her eyes doe-shaped, staring at me. She let out a small laugh, before hiccupping again.
"Babies are weird when it comes to cars. Malie told me that I was like that." Aaron said, pulling in the driveway.

Chapter 9




--AARON'S POV--
There, at the porch, sat Daniel, reading a book. He looked up at the SUV, and frowned, setting his book down.
"Aaron, Delilah, where have you two been?" He asked when we got out.
"Hey, um...Daniel, I have a question. What would you do if I ever came home with Delilah and a baby?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably.
Daniel is going to kill me. He is going to get the wrong idea and kill me, I thought.
She's OUR MATE, what does he expect? Eventually we'll get a child with Delilah.

Lyall growled.
You know, you're not helping, I thought.
Lyall barked and went quiet.
"I would kill you." Daniel said.
I paled, walking over to Delilah's side, helping her get Phoebe Grace, who was asleep, out of the car. I hopped back in the car, starting it up, and driving off, leaving Delilah to explain the baby to Daniel. I drove out of town, to a place I thought I'd never stay at. The pack house. The Faded Shadow pack. I know, weird name, but it's better than Locked Heart pack, the name my mom wanted for the pack. I knocked on the door.
"Aaron?" My mom's voice made me relax. She opened the door. Malie has narrow green eyes that are like two green olives. Her thick, curly, long hair is the color of coffee with cream, and is worn in an artistic, bizarre style. She is tall, and slender, but nonetheless strong as any alpha female. Her skin is china-white, unlike my skin. She has a small nose and a weak chin. She smiled, squishing me in a hug.
"AARON baby I missed you! Agamemnon, our baby boy came to visit!" Malie called over her shoulder, her british accent deep with excitement.
"You...Are..Squishing me." I said.
She let go, fixing my hair.
"Yes dear?" Agamemnon came up, and saw me.
Agamemnon makes me think of an unstoppable hunting dog once he's wolf. He has deep-set blue eyes that are like two neon turquoises. His fine, straight, charcoal-colored hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a bird's wing. He is very tall and has a masculine build.

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