The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

We'll take it

His blue eyes were like crystal, staring at me widely. I look down at him in my arms, tears falling from my own eyes as I smile. This was my son, and he was a perfect replica of his father. From the golden blonde hair, to the blue eyes, even the pale complexion. This was our son, and he was perfect.

“Mommy loves you, Mitchell.” I whisper, bringing my head down and kissing his forehead.

The child gives me a toothless grin, reaching his small chubby hands up to my face. He became interested in my nose, poking at it with his small, fragile fingers. He then brings his small hand to the side of my face, trying to grab it.

“Mommy loves you so much,”

 

 

My dream from last night kept repeating itself in my mind whenever I wasn’t doing something that involved much concentration.

In the dream, it was a boy.

Our baby was a boy, but who knows what it really is.

“Mitchell,” I whisper, putting my hands against my belly.

I sigh, looking in the mirror of the bathroom I stood in, staring at my belly. I stood sideways, trying to understand, possibly figure out if the baby was a boy or girl, even though just thinking would never be enough, or help me figure it out.

“Z, what do you think of this house?” I hear Hunter call out. His voice bounces off the walls of the empty home, allowing me to hear him perfectly.

Currently we were in a nice suburb in Nashville, house hunting. This had to be at least the sixth house we’ve looked at, and I could tell Hunter was excited about it, since it was the nicest out of them all and had a lovely neighborhood, not to mention it was close to the studio. It was a three bedroom house, which would also be perfect. A nursery for Michelle, mine and Hunter’s room, and then one devoted entirely to his instruments and song writing.

I look around the empty bathroom. The grey color of the walls made me feel gloomy, but we could always re-paint it, that is if we even got it.

“I don’t know, what do you think?” I asked, peeking my head out of the doorway. “Hunter?” I called out when he doesn’t answer.

I start walking down the hall, brushing my hand against the wall as I do so, just imagining all the pictures that we could possibly hang up on it. Pictures of us. Pictures of the baby. Pictures of our family.

I find him standing in a bedroom, staring out the window. His back faced me, but I could practically feel him smiling.

“Siana, I can see it now.” I hear him say. He turns around to face me, smiling. He starts walking to the corner of the room, motioning all around with his hands. “Over there, a crib, and over here, the basinet for when she’s still an infant.” I can see him glowing, and he’s excited just thinking about it all. “We can paint the walls, uh, green!” He says, nodding his head. “Like, a light, olive green. Something suitable for a girl I would say,” He starts nodding his head, stroking his nonexistent beard.

I lean against the doorframe, smiling. I don’t say a word, I just watch him jump around the room, suggesting anything and everything that came to his mind.

“So, do you guys like this house? I think it’s spectacular! The previous owners took immaculate care of it!” Our realtor, Calvin exclaims.

Hunter looks at me, silently asking me if it was the house I wanted. In all honesty, I didn’t care where we lived. As long as we were together, that’s all I cared about.

“It’s up to him.” I say, jabbing a thumb in Hunter’s direction.

Hunter walks over, stopping directly in front of me. “If you like it, I don’t see why we have to keep searching. We don’t have long till she’s here; I want you to be comfortable beforehand.” He was previously having a moment where he was overly excited about the house, now out of nowhere; he’s entirely devoted to what I wanted, and what was best for me.

He holds onto my hands with his, searching my eyes for an answer. In his eyes, I could tell this is what he wanted, and if it was what he wanted, then it was what I wanted.

I nod my head, looking at Calvin. “We’ll take it.”

A/N: Wow. This has to be the shortest update I've ever written. I'm so sorry. I will try and make the next one longer, if I can. By the way, I changed the cover for the story because....

Well, because I wanted to :D

Dedicated to Nethii120700, one of my besties, because she made the cover for me! :D She's awesome. Go follow her, people! She writes an awesome Hunter Hayes fanfiction, so go follow her and read that!!! :)

<3

Sorry about it being short, again. I feel bad. I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

~Mad