Saved By The Devil Himself

Who are you?

I set my plate of chicken with syrup in the sink before walking to the office. Man, that was good. Aziz has been in there for more than two hours. Who was that man and what are they talking about? Imma go find out.

Fixing my blue floor-length dress, I go to Aziz's office. I knock on the door and wait a moment before it opens with my Aziz.

"What's wrong?" He asks me with concern.

"I haven't seen you all day" I confess. I wanted to see him but he's been doing something.

"I'm sorry, Angel. How about I show you something?" He asks me and I nod my head. I like surprises. He pulls me into the office and sits me down next to a boy who looks like he's 17 years old.

Aziz leans back on the back of his desk and crosses his arms. He stares at both of us, he looks like he's trying to find something similar or something between us. "Amberley" he starts and I look up at him. I watch his eyes flicker from mine to my belly and back up.

"This is your brother Stephen," He says calmly. I looked at Aziz wide-eyed. He's joking.

"Are you joking?" I blurt out by accident. Oops.

"Actually, no." The boy next to me says. I quickly get up to my feet and stand back from both of them. Now we are all standing in one big triangle.

"How? My mother died and my father is too much of a drunk, drug addict to have another kid" I state.

"Amberley. This is your brother, he has a different mother than you but your father is his father" Aziz tells me. I'm now angry. My father abused and sold me but this man got to live free?

"I hate you," I say before walking out of the office. I was fuming. How dare he come here and claim that he's my brother.

I storm my way to mine and Aziz's room and slam the door shut. He's probably just like the father. Possibly exactly like him. I sit on the bed with my arms crossed.

"Stress isn't good for the baby" I hear Aziz say behind me. "So don't get angry or else you're going to stress yourself out"

"How dare he come here claiming he's my brother! He's not my brother! If he was my brother then he would have been sold and abused and drugged and everything that I've been through! He hasn't! That's the thing!" I yell at Aziz.

Aziz just walked over to me and crouched down in front of me. "Baby, listen. I brought him here. He is an important role in your father's case. You also need a brother in your life, you need someone who isn't just my family here. I love you, and I won't do anything to hurt you. If I knew he was going to hurt you then he wouldn't be here" he tells me. I oddly feel calmed by his words. How is he doing this? Fix a situation, yet make me feel better?

"Do you want to go downstairs and talk to him? I'll be there don't worry" he asks me. I hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded my head. I guess he's right. Maybe I do need someone in my life other than Aziz's family.

We walk downstairs and into the kitchen where I found a jar of pickles on the counter. "Chill, you don't need to start running again, or else I'll get into you again" Aziz whispered in my ear before winking at me. Uh...

"Amberley," the boy says turning around on the bar stool at the island.

"Um, hi?" I say sitting down on the barstool next to him. He looks down at my bump immediately. I involuntarily wrap my arms around it trying to hide it. Maybe he thinks I'm a slut because of it?

"Is it Lucifer's?" He asks. I was confused for a minute before I remembered that he's Lucifer to everyone except his family. I shake my head no and mumble out an I don't know. He looked over at Aziz but he just shook his head no telling him not to press further.

We stayed in the kitchen talking for several hours before I let out a yawn. Looking over at the clock it says 7:32 pm.

"I'll go get it" Aziz randomly says before leaving the kitchen. Get what? Then there was a hard knock on the door. Oh.

"Hello, come in Elizabeth," Aziz says from the front door.

"Mom?" Stephen asks before getting up and running to the door. I got up and followed.

When I reached the door I noticed a woman who looked very much similar to Stephen. Same brown hair color but she had brown eyes. She looked as if she's 5'9. Tall.

Both Stephen and the woman were hugging as if they haven't seen each other in days. She looked up and our eyes meet. Then excitement went through her. "Amberley, you look so beautiful," she said as she let go of Stephen and came over to me. She ran her hands down my arms and examined me.

"I always wanted a daughter, but don't tell Stephen that" she whispered to me and we both giggled. A kick. I put my hand on my belly and Aziz quickly came over to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks basically pushing Elizabeth out of the way.

"It was a kick. It hurt a little bit, but it's okay" I say rubbing my belly. He's been kicking all morning but this was the hardest he kicked me.

"Let me show you to your rooms. I think it's best if we all wind down for the night." Aziz said and we all agreed.

Both Elizabeth and Stephen followed Aziz upstairs and I walked over to the kitchen to find Ethan there eating my pickles! "The hell," I say and Ethan's head shot up.

"Sorry. I was hungry and pickles look so good when you eat them" Ethan says and I giggle.

"Just give me one and no one gets hurt," I say. He hands me one and I make my way upstairs eating the lone pickle.

Halfway up I hiccup and something pops on my stomach. The hell? I'll check it out when I'm in mine and Aziz's room. Walking into our room I find him with a towel wrapped around his hips as he finds some clothes.

I ignore him and walk over to the mirror and lift up my shirt. What the- "Aziz!" I practically yell. He comes running the short distance from the closet over to me and looks at me.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?" He asks and I just point to my belly button. It's inside out! I'm not an outie! Why am I an outie?

He lets out a sigh of relief, but what relief is there? Something is wrong with my belly button! "Aziz" I whine. "There is something wrong with my belly button"

"No, Angel. That's what happens when you're pregnant, your belly button pops. It's no need to worry okay?" He tells me. I cross my arms ready to start pouting but he turns me around so I face him. He lifts up my head and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "You're still beautiful," He tells me and kisses me again.

"But...my belly-" I was cut short by his lips on mine again.

"I don't care, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Just because you have a baby in your belly doesn't make me love you any less, actually, it makes me love you even more because I know you will always be there not only for me  but for the baby" He tells me and I couldn't help but tear up. That's the best thing someone has ever told me.

He picks me up and sits me on the bed before putting both his hands on my stomach and smiling when he kicks. "He knows who his dad is," he says and I giggle. Even though he is not the real father, I couldn't help but wish he was. And I actually want him as his legal father.

He picks me up bridal style and takes me to the side of the bed before laying me down and tucking me in.  "Now let me get dressed and we can cuddle Okay?" He asks me and I nodded my head watching him walk to the closet and drop his towel.