The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

A lot has happened

Siana’s P.O.V.

A lot has happened.

Hunter had performed Still Falling at a charity event, and I bawled like a little baby. Even when he messed up the lyrics to his own song, I was crying. It was beautiful, and I just couldn’t believe all the emotion had put into it. He also released Invisible, which made me cry even more then Still Falling, if that were possible. I remember standing backstage, listening to him perform it live for the entire world to hear. I even cried on poor Dann’s shoulder.

The holidays were also a bit crazy.

Everyone went home for Christmas. Everyone, I say. The twins went home, both with girlfriends. Mason and Mallory were still together, but were taking it slow. They still kind of had this love hate relationship going on, since they grew up together, and with Mallory being in New England for school it was making it hard. I just hoped that they could make the long distance relationship work, since she left for Brown right after the holidays.

However, Michael had himself a girl, Riley who he met at a concert of some sort, after accidentally spilling soda down the front of her shirt. That’s my brother, the one who ruins a girls shirt, then ends up dating her. Completely normal.

Hunter and I moved into the new house in Nashville when we returned home from Louisiana, and I couldn’t be happier. It was so much quieter here, and I felt safer, truthfully. Hunter took it upon himself to transform one of the smaller bedrooms into a nursery already, and was in the process of paining it. He was also trying to figure out how to put the crib together, but in all honesty, he was failing. I knew deep down that he would need help, but he insisted that I didn’t do anything but rest.

He was being wonderful.

I sit on the end of our black leathery couch, wrapped up in a cover, and sipping on warm white tea. I had found a way to fight the morning sickness, and it was tea, white tea to be exact. It was also nice to be able to sit on the sofa, turn on the TV, and drink a warm beverage in early January. It was freezing outside, and I felt bad that Hunter had to get up at six, sometimes five in the morning, just to go to the studio.

I hear someone knocking on the front door, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion since I wasn’t expecting anyone. Then again, we had just moved in, not five days ago, so maybe it was just a friendly neighbor stopping by to say hello.

I put my tea down on the coffee table, and put the TV on mute. I thanked the Lord that I was actually in appropriate clothing, instead of my usual pajamas.

I open the door slightly, peeking out to see who was there. A lady with long, curly red hair stands in front of me, and her blue eyes shined in the morning light, looking no older then mid twenties.

“Hi! I’m Sarah, you’re next door neighbor!” She says cheerfully. (A/N: Pic of Sarah on the right :D)

I smile, then open the door some more. “Hi,” I reply, my voice coming out shy.

“My my, you’re so young! Do you live here with your parents?” She asks, trying to look in the house a bit deeper.

I feel my face turn pink, awkwardly laughing. “No, no. I live here with my husband.” I say, holding up my hand to reveal my wedding ring.

Her eyes practically pop out of her head. “Your husband? My goodness! Well, welcome to the neighborhood, uh…”

“Siana,” I say, opening the door a little bit more, offering my hand.

She grins, shaking me hand. All of a sudden, she gasps, looking down. I realize that she’s looking at my stomach, and she’s smiling freakishly.

“Oh, congrats on the baby!” She says, clapping her hands together. “When is it due?” She asks me, eyes wide.

I smile, looking down at the floor. “Why don’t you just come in, the warm air is escaping.” I say, letting the young perky woman enter my home.

Hunter’s P.O.V.

I park the car in the driveway, locking it immediately afterwards, and jog to the front door. The guys and I were at the studio since six, and I had already missed her. I missed Siana. When I get to the front door, I was surprised to find it unlocked, but walk inside anyways. Warm air surrounds me and I grin, closing the door behind me.

“Babe?” I call out, locking the door.

“Upstairs!” She shouts.

I pass through the living room, heading up the hardwood steps, and finding Siana sitting on the floor in the nursery, putting the crib together.

“Siana, I told you that I can handle it.” I say, kneeling down next to her.

A smile eases onto her face as she continues to work on it, not bothering to look up at me. “It’s ok, I’m not incapable Hunt.” She says, looking at the instructions.

I smile, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “I know you’re not, I just don’t want you over worked.” I say, brushing stray hairs behind her ear.

“I’m fine, but I think I’m done with it for now. Are you hungry?” She asks, attempting to stand up.

“Famished.” I sigh, holding a hand over to her.

She grabs onto my hand, allowing me to pull her to her feet. She began to brush away the dust that she assumed were on her clothes, then grins up at me. “Dinner’s in the oven.” She says, standing up on her tip toes to give me a kiss.

She kisses me softly, and I respond, putting my hands on her back to try and pull her closer. Her baby bump slightly gets in the way, but it didn’t bother me. It just reminded me that she was getting closer and closer to bringing our angel into the world, which the thought alone made me smile.

We walk hand in hand down stairs and she orders me to sit down at the table, which I oblige to. She grabs some hot mitts, then goes to the oven and pulls out a pizza, causing me to stare in utter shock.

“Ok, I’m really sorry if it sucks, but I tried really hard.” She bites down on her bottom lips and gets out a pizza slicer, cutting the pizza.

She looked anxious about it, like she thought I would hate it. Even if I didn’t like it, I would probably just lie, and say I did. She always tried so hard to cook for me, telling me that she would have to eventually, since she was going to be a mom soon.

It didn’t look like anything extra special, besides just cheese and pepperoni. I take a bite of it, and my mouth waters at the taste. It was good.

“Well? Is it any good, or no?” She asks, staring at me with hope in her eyes.

“Fantastic!” I say, continuing to eat it.

When we finish dinner, she pulls me into the living room, insisting that we be lazy and watch TV. We snuggle up together and settle for watching Bones, her favorite show, if we are discounting Courage the cowardly dog. She face nuzzles against my chest; one of her hands was also lying against it.

“How did it go at the studio today?” She asks in just above a whisper.

“Good. How was your day?”

A smile appears on her face as she slowly tilts her head up, looking at me with crystal blue eyes. “I met Sarah, our neighbor. She’s really nice, but talks a lot. She thought I was a teenager, and looked shocked when I said I was married. You should have seen her face when she saw all this.” She giggles, pressing her hand against her belly, and then rubbing it.

“Well, I love all this.” I smile, holding her close.

“Love you to, babe. Love you too.”

 A/N: This was kind of a filler chapter. It was longer then the last, but not much longer. Sorry.

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