W.I.N.G.S.

A Mothers Love

"I'm so sorry." I cried into my husbands chest feeling everything in my stomach drop to my feet yet again.

"No baby don't cry. You are so fucking amazing. You don't need to cry. I know this sucks ass, but I have you and you are what makes me happy in life." My husband said while taking my short body into his embrace.

"I can't give you a child. I'm so sorry I can't give you something you've always dreamed of. I'm so sorry" I cried into his chest hating how I can't do something my body was made to do.

What use is money when I can't give my own husband an heir to our throne?

I'm broken and useless.

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"Can you make him for me?" I asked the lady named Caitlin in hopes that my dreams could come a reality.

"You want an angel huh. Alright then let's do it. It'll be my biggest project, but for that price I'll kill the president for you." She Laughed while taking a sip of her cup.

I watched her gulp down whatever liquid was contained in the cup. She placed it back down, and on the left corner of her lip was, what seemed to be, a small blood droplet. I felt my stomach clench with the wild thought of what it could be she was drinking.

She caught me watching her, and then laughed before saying, "You've noticed huh? Well since you must wonder why then I will give a short answer. You're not the only project here. I have been working on many, and sometimes I must sacrifice my own self for the project. Alright so let's begin then huh. It was very nice meeting you Miss." Caitlin stuck her hand out in happiness.

"I hope you can make my happiness." I confessed while shaking her hand.

"Well you just paid a hefty price for it, and I never disappoint. I'll make you the baby god was never able to supply you with."

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"Wow... He's beautiful." I said with my mouth wide open.

"I know. He's an accomplishment for me." Caitlin and this lady with a pretty blue dress stood at the door of the small room containing my joy.

Inside this large dark room hung a boy with large white wings. His skin so perfect he seemed fake, like an actual doll made from the purest of things in this world. His ears where of such a perfect size and position, and the shape of his beautiful closed eyes. He was so beautiful, he couldn't possibly be mine.

"He's my... he's my son." I felt a tear roll down my warm cheeks as I slowly walked up to my son.

He was hanging from his beautiful white wings with his bare feet lying emotionless against the concrete floor. I reached out for his beautiful face, and the smallest of flutters met my own gaze. His eyes followed me like a lost puppies would.

"I could not wipe his memory of his past life, or all of it for basic reasons, but I have trained him to recognize you as his mother. He does have a life outside of these walls, or rather had one. So, you can't leave these four walls with him. He is to stay here at all times no matter what is to happen. Do you understand?" Caitlin explained, and I simply nodded my head not being able to answer with words.

I walked around my baby, and started to take in the room we would call home. It wasn't so big, yet roomy enough to hold a person. The walls were dark and brick with play toys littered around the room, and a messy unmade bed with white bedding. Everything was so dark and eerie, but it's my baby, and I can make this feel like home for the two of us.

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"Can you read another book for me?" He asked me while bringing a book to me before slipping onto my lap.

"Of course, rapunzel huh. Why this one?" I asked while opening the book in my hands.

"I heard lady in blue talking about a real rapunzel in the house. She said she's high up in this castle and can't be free without her prince to come save her." He lazily explained while leaning into my chest and resting his head in the crook of my neck.

My eyes widened in shock with how much my child knew, and just how dangerous it is for him to know to much of that evil wenches life, and so I said,"Don't talk to much to that lady in the blue dress, she only spreads rumors, and can get you into big trouble that you can't turn back from."

"What trouble? The same trouble i'm in?" He started to sit up and look into my eyes.

"You're not in trouble, you're in mommys arms." I tried to comfort him, but felt him retreat from me.

"No you're not my real mother. I remember my real mother. I remember everything." He shouted.

I felt myself grow angry with every word he said, and in the end I raised my hand and with power connected my palm with his soft baby-like cheeks. He sat there quiet with tears brimming in his eyes, and my heart slowly growing heavy. His eyes didn't meet mine, and the shame I felt was like no other I have felt before.

"Why must I call you mother?" He shot up in anger.

"Kookie I've already explained it to yo-" I started but was cut off.

"But I love you. I love you so much more than a son loves his mother. Cara I want you." He said while standing up from me, and I followed suit.

"Don't say things like that." I scowled while walking to the small bed he just sat on.

"Why not?! I want you. I want to have the taste of you in my mouth. I want your sent to invade my nose, and the sounds of your soft pants in my ear. I don't want you to be my mother. Be the woman I make a mother." He groaned out the last part before knocking me over on my back so that I layed underneath him.

"No Kookie we can-" I started but next thing I knew his lips were on my neck, and his hand rested above a kitty that hasn't been touched in quite some time.

His hungry lips left mine, and then went on their way to my ear groaning, "Mama let me make you feel good."

This was wrong, but the finger currently inserting itself inside of me felt so right. The fight in me was slowly shrinking into nothing, and the want and desire to have such a beautiful angel was becoming very tempting.

"Mommy does this feel good?" He asked while driving his long finger into me.

"Mommy do I make you feel better then daddy does?"