The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

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One Month Later

Siana’s P.O.V.

Thunder shook the house from outside, causing me to jerk my eyes open in time to see lightening light up the bedroom. Beams of light bounced off the picture frames that were scattered along the walls, and also on the knickknacks and whatnots that were lying on our dresser in a much unorganized matter.

As more thunder shook from outside, I hear the faint sound of crying coming from down the hallway. My immediate action was to detangle Hunter’s arms from my waist, but at the same time I didn’t want to wake him up. After struggling for a few moments, I was able to replace myself for a pillow in his arms.

I quickly walk down the hallway and into Alana’s bedroom as her crying rang louder in my ears. With each crack of thunder that roared from outside, she’d cry even louder, obviously scared. I lean over the front of her crib and see the diamond like tears that fell from her eyes, soaking into the sheets on her mattress.

“Shh, Angel, it’s ok. Mommy’s here.” I whispered, picking her up.

She looks up at me, realizing that she’s now safe in my arms, and quiets down a bit. She didn’t smile, like usual, but at least she wasn’t crying. I grin, quickly kissing her forehead. I feel the heat from her skin against my lips, and realize she’s much warmer then she should be. It made a bit more sense, now. She must have woken up because she’s sick, and then got scared by the storm.

“Awe, sweetie,” I murmur, wiping away her tears.

She soon starts crying again as I rock her back and forth on the rocking chair. After a while she falls asleep on my chest, sucking on her fingers with little noise. I was wide awake at this point, panicking about whether I should take her to the doctors or not.

“Hey, Z. What’re you doing up?” Hunter mumbles, walking in the room.

I see the morning like framing his silhouette and smile gently, just before looking back down at the sleeping angel in my arms. “I heard her crying, so I got up. Hunt, she’s got a fever.” I frown up at him, pressing three of my fingers against her small forehead.

He frowns as well while he sinks down to his knees next to me. “She’ll be ok,” he assures me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

 I use a finger to wipe away the moisture that still leak from her eyes, feeling like crying myself a little. “But, I’m worried.” I whispered.

“Z,” he says a bit sterner, tilting my head to the side to look at him. “She’s going to be fine, I promise. Go back to bed, ok? You look tired baby.” He says with concern, kissing my forehead.

“Ok, I guess.” I mutter, letting him take her from my arms.

“I’ll come say goodbye before I leave,” he says to me while laying her down in the crib.