Broken Wings

Chapter Thirty Four.

Skye:

It's been two weeks since the incident changed my life. Harry and I started an old fashioned courtship. For as young as he is, he is really old fashioned. One day while Rachel and I were outside with the kids, Harry, James and Niall cleaned up the back room. The other guys fixed all the doors. My house is my house again.

After they got the room cleaned, Harry started sleeping in there. We've fallen asleep together more then once but I always ended up in my bed. Alone. But I never felt completely alone, his presence was always there.

We never had our talk and soon I stopped worrying about it. Whatever it was, and no matter how bad it is. I'll deal with it.

They finally let the man out of the jail. We learned that his name is Louis. He gave us insight on the other group. He's been with them for the entire time. He said there were some calmer members but they were driven out.

Right now he's on a trip with Harry and Jesse to see if they can find any other people. Harry said we were out numbered. Louis confirmed it.

They were supposed to be back yesterday. But no sign of them yet. The fence is reinforced. All our doors have locks on them. And we are all armed.

Harry showed me a building where I can start my garden. I have little green sprouts everywhere. He made the roof like a greenhouse roof. So it stays warm in there. I watched him work on it and blushed. I few times I had to look away. Or walk away when then didn't work. And I repented. A lot.

I've even ask God if he was real. Know can be that perfect, beautiful and sooo sexy. And not even know it. But he is oblivious.

I was praying for their safe return when Michael came in the room and sat next to me. He didn't say a word until I was done.

"Skye, isn't Christmas coming?" He ask.

"I really don't know. Probably but I have thought about it in so long."

"Is there a way we can find out?"

"Sure we can look for a calendar. Even if it's old we should be able to figure it out."

It didn't snow yet, but it's cold enough to.

We move around the house looking for some kind of calendar. We finally find one, and Michael is so excited he's bouncing.

"Well we got lucky this is a two year calendar. So last Christmas was on a Tuesday. Umm." I look on the page of December for the moon schedule. " There it is." I say pointing to it. "So we can watch the moon. When we see this moon." I point to it. " We only have a week. So we count the days. Ok?"

"Ok. Is Santa coming?"

"Well you do know that Christmas is God's birthday right? That's why we celebrate it."

He puts his head down. "I know. But...."

"It's ok Little one. We'll remember to say happy birthday to him ok."

"Ok." He smiles. "Do you miss church?"

"A little. But I have my own Church. I pray, I worship. I still believe that he's here and watching us. I teach you and your sister the best way I can."

"I know." He looks up at me shyly. " Can I tell you something?"

"Sure buddy."

"Harry has wings. But they're ripped."

"What? Where would you get that from?"

"I saw them. When he came in the room that night. Before he found you and....and." He looks down. "His shadow on the wall. It had ripped wings."

"Well he was protecting us that night. So it's possible you thought you saw them."

He looks up at me determination written all over his face. "Nope I saw them. And when he's in his room praying he spreads them out. Gosh they're pretty. But there not white."

I decide not to argue with him. " What color are they?" I was expecting him to say an off color like orange or something. But what he said was.

"Gray. And the tips are almost black. Like they're changing. And I smelled cotton candy. You know like at the fair."

I was stunned into silence. My mind raced. I smell something different every time I'm close to him. Always sweet and beautiful. But an Angel. No it's not possible. All I could say was. "Well you shouldn't have been spying on him. Let him pray in peace."

"It won't change anything right? I mean you still love him, right?"

The little boy shocked me twice in thirty minutes. "It won't change anything."

"Good. But let him tell you. Ok?"

"Deal." I kiss him on tje forehead.

"Can we hang up the calendar so I know when to start counting?"

"Yeah. Come on."

After Michael and I hang the calendar and he gets his red crayon and draws a heart around the twenty fifth then writes Gods Birthday.

"There. Now we'll know. Can I write my list now?" He says grinning.

"Yes. But make it reasonable. You know how the world is."

"Ok." He runs off. And Lucy comes in.

"What's got him excited?"

"Christmas. Hey. Have you noticed anything strange about Harry? Or Niall for that matter?"

She smiles. "Besides the fact that they're both beautiful. And they always smell great. Like candy and fruit. And maybe gum!"

"Yeah. I smell it too. Only for me it's chocolate, strawberries, mint. Things like that."

"Nope. Nothing."

I smile at her. She's right, Michael just has a hero fetish. But then again so do I.

Just then I hear the Jeep coming up the sidewalk. Michael comes running in. " They're back. Yyaayy they're back."

"I hear them. Come on." Micheal runs out the door me following close behind. As we step on the porch they pull up. There's someone laying across the back. A girl sitting between Harry and Jesse. He smiles as soon as he sees me.

"Harry....." Michael runs at him. And Harry picks him up.

"Hey little man! You holding down the fort for me?"

"Yes Sir." Micheal says saluting him. Harry laughs.

He puts him down and focused on me. His eyes shimmering. Then I feel a tear escape mine. He sprints over to me picking me up and spinning me. Then he kisses my lips. Causing a bolt of electricity to run through me.

"Thank God you're home. I missed you so much." I say between kisses.

"I missed you too. And we have two more people. Found them after a shoot out. He's hurt, but Jesse says it's not bad." He puts me down.

I look over at the couple. Or at least I thought they were. But the way she's looking at us , I'm guessing I'm wrong.

Just as Jesse and Harry get ready to pick up the injured man. Steven comes running up. "Someone help. I think Rachel's in labor."

"Oh shit." Jesse says