Illicit passions

Chapter 15

I'd done what all the mothers of Nephilim had done, I'd given birth to my child, alone. Her cries brought about a multitude of moans and great wails from the hosts of heaven, that sent chills through my body.

"She's beautiful..." His large hands, gently stroking her small face, the babe stirs in her sleep. Ambrose had come to me, after I'd called to him, and even though he was upset at my choosing to have the child alone, his smile spoke volumes.

"Thank you." He whispers, through his kiss upon my forehead. I'm more than happy, I can't even express how delighted I am, with my family.

Family... I love it, and them, Ambrose, and Reese.

Her growth from birth to adulthood, took mere minutes. She's wrapped in a blanket, and watching us with a suspicious gaze. Ambrose loses it...

"What the hell just happened?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Well... this is my surprised face."

"She's part angel, and part human, Nephilim."

"What that's supposed to mean?"

"As you can see, we grow up immediately, and she'll have all the gifts of an angel, her other half." Beckoning her to me, she rushes into my arms.

"Do you know who we are?" I ask her.

"Yes."

"She can speak?"

"Ambrose calm down, she learned in the womb. She could hear us the whole time."

I Still remember my time on the inside, the voices... my mother... Extending her arms to him, he hesitates, and my heart falters.

If he rejects her, I just might have to kill him. Exhaling loudly, he joins us, and her arms going around his waist, I can't stop the laugh that comes forth.

His wide eyed expression is the funniest thing,that I've seen in a long time. "What else do I need to know?"

My smile drops, knowing that our lives are about to change. I can't run forever...

We're thriving, and she's learning, gobbling up as much information as she can, and as quickly as she can. A young adult, eighteen years of age, A part of me wishes that she could know Remiel.

Like they say, be careful what you wish for.

Trying to explain, how Reese just aged up within weeks, from birth to adult is met with, disbelief and uncertainty.

"Well, she's your adopted child, so she's still a Spellman." Says, Zelda.

"She's not adopted, she's my daughter." States, Ambrose.

"And as I said, it doesn't matter, you claim her as your's, so she's a Spellman.

"I hope that you're all well rested, and that your powers are rejuvenated." He says, taking Reese's hand in his.

Ambrose and I are in agreement, we're not running, and hiding anymore. It's time that we faced the threat.

"Well rested, for what?" Inquires Hilda.

"For our fight, against the Angels." I state.

"Goodness, what have you all been smoking? Hilda says, with a laugh.

A glance at each of our solemn faces, and she sobers up quickly. "Enough of this, there's no such thing as angels." Zelda, chimes in.

Our gazes meeting, his wordless confirmation that we've made the right decision, has me removing the sigils upon my body.