Angel Academy

Chapter Fourteen

I apologize.. Wattpad had uploaded the partial chapter and not the finished product. This is the actual chapter, not the  little bit that was here before. It's a bit longer than a half page. x3 So, sorry to everyone who had read it before. This is the actual chapter.

~Jax Nicoles

Niamh’s POV

There he was. I could see him a few feet in front of us, standing with the pastor. His brow was creased in concentration as they conversed. I was nervous; we hadn’t been alone together since the hospital when Addaline announced her pregnancy, and that scared me. I held our son in my arms, and once again their resemblance startled me. They each had light brown curls splashed over the top of their heads, and it often dropped into their eyes. Their skin was fair and easily burned in the sun. If you looked close enough, they even had the same faint freckles kissing their cheeks. Their mouth was small and their lips were slightly thin. Heath had my eyes, but he had his father’s everything.

Heath made a noise and then did something that made my heart stop beating. “Dada,” he said, lifting his arms towards Corbin and squirmed in my arms. Corbin instantly looked up, a sadness in his eyes.

I pulled Heath into me. “No, Heath. That’s not dada,” I murmured as he squirmed and fussed. My mother stood beside me. When we went outside to bury Jeff, she’d take Heath home. She looked uncomfortable, and she fidgeted beside me as Heath called out to Corbin who just stood staring at us. He seemed as nervous as I was; maybe even more if that were possible.

“Umm, hey Niamh,” Corbin murmured awkwardly. He looked over at my mom but she wouldn’t meet his eyes. I raised my eyebrow at him, and he smiled sheepishly.

“Hey Corbin. You’re looking better. How’s Addaline and the- uh- baby?”

Corbin seemed to have to force his smile. Poor guy. Misses his uncle so bad he can’t even be happy about his new baby. “Yea, she’s good. Doctor says the baby’s fine. She should give birth in April.” Corbin looked down, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh,” I murmured, and we settled into an awkward silence.

The pastor stepped up to us. “Are you two ready?” He smiled at Heath, and Heath responded by giggling and hiding his face in my neck. I bounced him a little and kissed his cheek. “Did you get him baptized when he was born?”

“Oh. Umm, no,” I murmured awkwardly.

The pastor’s smile turned into a frown for a second before he forced another. “Are you planning on getting him baptized after the funeral?”

I shook my head. “No. My mother’s taking him now.”

The pastor nodded. “Well, bring him by sometime and I’d be happy to do that for you.”

“I don’t live around here-“

The pastor shook his hand. “Don’t worry about it. Just come by tomorrow morning. It’ll take me-“

“Heath doesn’t need to be baptized.” The pastor and I looked to the right in surprise. Corbin was glaring at the pastor, annoyance clearly showing on his face. “She’s trying to blow you off nicely, now quit pressuring her into doing something she obviously doesn’t want to do. Heath doesn’t need to be baptized.” The pastor and I exchanged surprised looks and I raised my eyebrow at Corbin.

I handed my son to my mother and then turned to Corbin. “What was that about Corbin?” I asked him as we followed the pastor outside.

He looked over at me. “What are you talking about?”

“That thing. With the pastor. You kind of freaked out on him. Why?”

Corbin rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “Umm, I guess that knowing I have a child made me want to stand up for him.”

I tilted my head a little. “How do you know it’s a boy? She’s only two months pregnant right?”

Corbin looked at me with surprise and fear. “I just- umm- assume it’ll be a boy. I’ve always wanted a son.”

I nodded a little. “Oh.” Butterflies filled my stomach a little bit. Maybe I should tell him about- I mentally shook my head and sighed internally. You can’t do that. He has a child on the way.

We walked out into the graveyard and stood side by side. “I wish I was allowed to say something, but unfortunately Jeff wasn’t a Christian and he just wished to be buried.”

I looked over at Corbin and he stood with his head hung low, his hands clasped in front of him. I closed my eyes, but they shot open again when I hear a whine. I look around me, and that’s when I see Stache. He’s tied up again a tree and whining, stretching against his leash towards where we are. Corbin looks up at him and then at me. We smile and he grabs my hand as we walk to Stache. I unclip his leash and we sit down in the grass with him. We watch as they lower Jeff into the ground, and I hug Stache to me, clinging to him as if he may find himself lowered into the ground as well. I can’t stop the tears from falling down my face, and Corbin does something that surprises me; he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, like he used to, before everything happened.

After we buried him, Corbin and I took Stache back to his house. It’s late; we stayed at the graveyard far longer than we needed to. He showed me to the kitchen and I sat down at the counter. “Do you have any alcohol?”

Corbin looked at me, a small frown on his face. “I suppose. If my mother hasn’t drunk it all.”

I nodded a little. “Still an alcoholic? I’m so sorry Corbin…” I took his hand in mine and he smiled at me.

“You get used to it I suppose.”

“We don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.” Corbin rolled his eyes.

“I could use a drink…”

I nodded. “Me too.” He poured us both a glass of Jack Daniels. We clinked glasses and downed it.

Corbin’s POV

Niamh sat across from me, her white hair falling over her shoulders. She smiled at me, and giggled. I took her hands in mine and leaned towards her. Her perfectly pink lips curved beautifully, and her bright grey eyes were framed by extremely thick eyelashes, just like her son’s. Our son’s.

“I really missed you, Niamh,” I murmured, my words a little slurred together.

Her eyes widened, and she giggled. “I missed you too Corbin. You’re my favorite man in the whole world. Besides Jeff of course...”

“What about Jeremy?”

Her eyes darkened a little with fear, and her smile dropped. “No. He’s-um- he’s not the guy for me.” A tear fell down her cheek, and my heart ached with sadness for her. I reached my hand out and softly brushed a tear off her cheek with my thumb.  She leaned into my hand, and smiled at me.

“Hey, do you remember your fifteenth birthday? When we played that prank on your mother?”

Niamh nodded, the motion making her a little unbalanced. “Of course! We had so much fun! My mom was so mad!” That day we had pretended that Niamh had taken a pregnancy test. Her mother had flipped out on us.  We were grounded from each other for five weeks. It was terrible. I was so broken and upset about not being able to see her. It was hard for us to be separated, and we had snuck out to see each other almost every night. Niamh’s hair fell around her face. “Corbin, I have something to tell you…”

I shook my head, putting a finger to her lips. “Niamh, it’s fine. I know.” Our words were slurred. I bent over the counter and kissed her lips. At first it was soft and sweet, but soon turned into something else. I moved around the counter and grasped her hips, lifting her up onto it. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I grasped her butt. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, resting her back against the door so I could open it. I stumbled in and we clumsily fell onto the bed. “Oh Niamh,” I moaned against her lips.

“Oh Corbin..."