• My Best Friend's Brother : His Secret • { Cameron Dallas }

t w e n t y - n i n e

My belly had began growing once again and my due date was closing in on me. Months had passed since the shapeshifter incident. Alex had since then, taught me everything there was to know, so that I felt comfortable and prepared, even if I knew I wouldn't be.

Cameron on the other hand, had gotten back to normal terms with me, and other than the disagreements here and there, things seemed to be stable between us. He had been right that night the shapeshifter appeared. We needed to be in the best mental health possible for this baby. His training with Calex had progressed, and she was able to stab something without fear now. He had told her 'only stab something if you know for sure it will hurt you', but nonetheless, there had been small accidents in the past few months, with her tiny knife.
I was glad Cameron had given it to her though. In a way it comforted me to know that she knew how to somewhat protect herself. I knew Sierra wouldn't agree with it, but it was what was best.

My father had moved into a different home, a small house across from us. He felt he needed his own space away from all of us, and I didn't blame him. Being in tight quarters as long as we had, had gotten old fairly quick. Kylie and Madeline had also found a small next door to us, one that they had warded off from Angels, demons, and anything else that may cause harm to them. Alex had trained them, along with Michael.

Once again, it was only Cameron, Alex, Calex and I in the huge Mansion we shared between us. I couldn't lie, I enjoyed the peacefulness of less people, but I missed the comfort of family. The house state unusually quiet now, which bothered me the most. Other than the occasional Alex and Cameron argument, not much racket occurred, and everything seemed to be at peace between everyone. Don't get me wrong, I was glad things were put aside by everyone, but I missed the sense of family in general, even just the fighting.

"So when the baby is born", Michael said. "It shall be trained." Like many times before, Michael was once again explaining the process of the baby's, who we decided to name Chloe, life path. She would be born, blessed by angels, then start her training as soon as she could walk. As unsure of the idea of my only child being a hunter, I knew it would be best for her in the end. I had to put aside my selfish ways for her. She deserved at least that.

"It will be trained, and once to the age of 18, it shall leave the nest, and join the Angels to lead them." Michael said. I nodded, listening to his voice that sounded like a tape player over and over again.

"Thank you Michael." Cameron said smiling.

"Join the Angels to lead them?" I asked Cameron once Michael had left. He gave me a reassuring smile.

"She was chosen Mack. It's her "destiny" so to speak." Cameron replied.

"She's still our baby. My baby." I choked on my own words.

"It's all going to work out." Cameron said. I nodded. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. The more I spoke of it, the more frustrated I became.

I now knew, running away wouldn't solve the problem, and neither would trying to keep the baby. It would happen his it was supposed to happen and I couldn't stop it.

*Months Later*

Chloe had arrived. But unlike the loving, embracing, welcoming we wished for her to have, it was anything but that. Her birth, had been a painful one, and she was above average size. Michael had commented that it was a good sign, that it meant she would e a strong warrior, although in my mind, I seen it as a flaw.

Cameron was distraught. He had seen the baby once or twice, and had no interest in her whatsoever. It slightly hurt me that he wanted nothing to do with his daughter. In fact, he had barely had anything to do with anyone.

As Michael had said over and over a million times, Chloe was blessed then taken to be trained. We were to see her once a week on her off days, which was Sunday.

She was no ordinary child. She showed no emotion, and the only smile I got from her was a small weak one when I told her I loved her.

"It's alright", Michael reassured me. "It was meant to be this way. No attachments."

But I wanted attachments. I wanted her to laugh, and smile, and cry. I wanted her to feel love. Unfortunately, all I received was the weak smile that hurt me more than it hurt her.

Cameron didn't believe in it, but I prayed. I prayed so, so hard. Hoping that maybe if I wished and dreamed and prayed just enough that maybe God would help me out. Just maybe, he would help to give me a chance with my only daughter.

Michael followed her everywhere. He stood behind her with his hands on the back of her chair, as she ate her cereal. He remained silent, and dull faced.

"This isn't what I imagined it to be." I said quietly as to not disturb Chloe. Fortunately she toned everyone out unless Michael or I was to speak directly to her. Michael glanced down at Chloe, and then back at me, and his eyes saddened.

"I know my words are not of comfort to you. But know that this, is normal for children like her. This is what is meant to happen Mackenzie." He said in his usual tone.

"I know Michael! I know! This is what was meant to happen! It was her 'destiny'. I know for the millionth time." I retaliated. He looked at me as if I had stabbed him with a thousand knives. I immediately gave him a soft glare.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I apologized.

"I know. It is, quite alright. I can understand." Michael looked down at Chloe once more. "Come dear young one, it is time for more training."

Without a flinch of facial expressions, she stood up from her spot at the bar, and clasped her hand into Michaels. A huge blue portal opened up, revealing nothing but light and warmth. Michael turned to me before stepping into the portal giving me a slight nod, then pulled Chloe along with him the portal closing, leaving me alone once again in my thoughts, and the empty mansion.

Cameron later returned home. He didn't stay in much since the birth of Chloe. I guess he had to cope in his own ways, and I had somehow come to be okay with it.

"Hi love", I said as Cameron place his jacket on the back of the bar chair. He continued to pull out the chair and take a seat in it. His head fell into his hands, and I seen a look of despair on his face.

"You alright?" I asked lightly. He nodded rubbing His face. Although the he was lying I didn't speak of it again. I knew by now that asking more and more questions got me nowhere, and as I stood cleaning up from the morning I realized I was falling apart more than I ever had, and that coming back from this would be tougher than it had ever been.