Running has never been such a difficult thing for me as it is today. I was just running through the airport, holding a child in my arms. People looked at me like a madwoman, but I didn't care much.
I just arrived in Sydney, and I had to run to not be late. I was supposed to help in taking pictures, because that was my job, but knowing my luck, I did not get to the airport on time and flew out later. I had a feeling that the agency would kill me, but at the moment I was only thinking about minimizing the damage.
My suitcase was run by my colleague, who was also supposed to take pictures today. He ran right behind me, pulling the suitcase.
"To the side, where are you running Angie?!" Ryan shouted, turning quickly to the side, heading for the lower parking lot.
I stopped, watching just to throw myself after him. In addition, the child in my hands began to cry. Oh, hell, that's the trigger.
"Will it take us long?" I asked, catching up with the dark-haired boy with greenish roots.
"About half an hour" he sighed, catching the taxi he had ordered earlier.
He opened the door for me and put the suitcase in the trunk.
"When Daisy will be able to come for this small demonish creature?" - he asked, getting on the seat next to me and the toddler on my lap.
Kid was still crying, but slowly stopped.
"She said she would come as soon as possible," I sighed as the driver moved off.
A long and tiring tour was waiting for me... And I was shaking from excitement building inside my stomach.
I was ready... At least I thought so.
Clinton's pov
We were just getting ready to go on stage when Ryan - our photographer and dear friend - ran into the room... carrying a child in his hands?
"Watanabe, it's yours?" Mitchel laughed, looking at the boy in disbelief clearly on his face.
"No, I'm just looking after him" he sighed, sitting on the sofa between me and Christian, who immediately began to play with the child. Anthony was always like that.
"Look at ya! You're a pretty boy, y'know?" said blonde, taking the child to his knees "What's his name?"
"I have no idea..." Ryan shrugged.
"Whose child is that?" I asked, feeling slightly threatened and at the same time terrified by the presence of such a small person next to me. I was afraid I'd potentially hurt him "Did you steal him or something?"
"That's Angeline Jensen's..." he began when suddenly someone came into the room.
She was a short, skinny girl with black hair cut short. Her face looked... interesting. Her lips were full, her nose gently upturned, and her eyes... green irises made my eyes hypnotised by looking at them. After a moment I noticed her numerous tattoos on her hands and one haven't finished tattoo of a rose on her neck.
"Freddie!" she called, taking the child from Christian "Oh hey, I'm An..."
"...Angeline?" I said, not having contact with reality.
"Y-yes." She looked at me, squinting. "I could say hello in a better way, but I'm a bit busy you see..."
"It's your child?" Mitchel asked, coming up, giving a finger to the boy named Freddie.
"No," she blushed distinctly, donning a strand of lengthy hair behind her ear. "I brought him back to my sister... She's the mother... because she sent him to me on vacation... and now she should be here to take him home." the word coming out of her mouth were chaotic, but I liked the way she spoke... Her lips...
I don't know why, but the stone fell from my heart. So it wasn't hers...?
" Oh, there she is!" she looked at the phone, moving the child in her hands" "We will say hello more correctly after I drop this gentleman off" she gave us a warm smile, quickly leaving the room.
I had the feeling... Weird felling. I felt something that I didn't wanted to feel... And I was afraid of it.
This girl is gonna be my downfall - I thought to myself, before taking the next sip of my beer.
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So this is the first thing translated from the original story. I'll be adding more. ILY 🤟
