In Love With an Angel

Chapter 2

(Landon’s pov)

     I tiptoed as quiet as a ghost into my 4-year-old son, Jackson Carter's bedroom. My foot hit a squeaky floor board and I jumped off of it. I did not want to wake him up. It had been a long night of candy eating and pop drinking. I'd finally gotten him to bed around an hour ago after trying to catch him. Believe me when I tell you that sugar and little kids do not mix very well. I stood over his sleeping form, enjoying being with him even if he was asleep.

     My job had been running my life for what seemed like years, but had really only been a week. I worked for The New York Times running the sports column. I was the 'editor and chief' of the section so to speak. It didn't much matter to me what I did as long as I got to do something that I loved. And that 'something' would be, being a journalist.

     I had been working at The Times for about five years now. I'm twenty-eight now, so that means I started when I was twenty-three. I only started working at the paper right after my son was born. His mom had ditched us when he turned four weeks old. It took me a few weeks to find my job, but it paid good. That's all I cared about.

     At first, I had hated it. I was considered the 'inexperienced underdog, who shouldn't have even been hired,' but I showed everyone exactly what I was made of. I started as a journalist with only two inches of space to fit words into, and now I am running an entire section. Hard work does pay off sometimes.

     Everything was going great until Beth Stacy walked through my office door. She had gotten lost on her way to an interview with the actual editor and chief of the newspaper, but had obviously stumbled into the wrong area. I remembered looking at her with some lust. The way her wavy, dark brown hair fell around her shoulders, her pure green eyes blinking every few seconds, and her body sashaying as she walked with all the right curves in all the right places. I couldn't help but look at her differently though. No one had caught my eye like that, not even Jackson's mom. I showed her to Cathleen's, my boss's, office.

     Soon after our little encounter I started to see more of her. At first it was only when she would stop by with articles for Cathleen. That was one thing about Cathy I liked. She gave people trial and run starts, just to see what they're made of. Beth passed with high flying colors, and started only a week later. We became best friends in a matter of weeks.

     All of this rushed back to me, as I watched Jackson sleeping. I leaned over him and tucked his covers around his body a little tighter. I gently kissed his forehead before I left the room.

     I walked right across the hall, and into my room. As I walked in, I pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it into the corner. I combed my fingers through my hair, as I realized how much work I would have to do tonight. Stepping into my bathroom, I grabbed a wash cloth while I turned the tap on.

We are young, we have heart! Born in this world as it all falls apart!! (Hollywood Undead - Young)

     I turned off the tap, and grabbed my phone from my back pocket. I looked at the number checking to see if it was something important. The caller I.D. was restricted so I flipped it open with a sigh, "Hudson."

     "Hello? Mr. Hudson?" A strange, and unfamiliar voice sounded through the phone. I sure hoped this wasnt a temp that Cathy had hired. I had only two rules for temps. 1: Do not call me after I left the office. 2: Only call if its an emergency. I sure hoped for whoever this was it was an emergency.

     "Yes, can I help you?" I said dog tired.

     "I'm Doctor Meredith Ambrose from the New York Community Hospital. A Bethany Stacy was admitted earlier and you were listed as an emergency contact. " Hospital?! What the.....?