The minor falls {&} the major lifts - Angela

[blaze2]

Letting Milly fix his tie, he looked at his daughter, “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine with me.” Alec tried to reassure his nerve wrecked wife. The man had always been a formal dresser, whether it was out for dinner or out for a wander. Milly had began tightening his tie a little totight, “Let me do it love,” He said quickly, feeling his airway slowly getting cut off. Loosening his tie, he leaned against the kitchen counter, “Milly, my mother is taking you out for the day, why are you so worried?” Alec asked while rolling his eyes and drinking his coffee. It was almost twelve in the afternoon and the Lott family where just preparing themselves for their day out. Alec had decided to take Sophia out for a few hours, trying to find any entertainment for her as possible, while his mother had treated Milly to a day out shopping or whatever the hell they where doing. He didn’t really give a damn what those women got themselves up to.

“Whatever you do, do not, I repeat, do not mention that I’m at home. The last thing I need is my mother inviting me out with both of you.” Alec warned his wife, in a serious tone. Alec had never been a fan of his mother's company. Yes, he loved her dearly but being in her presence for more than an hour drove him insane. Planting a kiss on Milly’s lips he walked her to the entrance door, “Enjoy yourself love,” He reminded her, making sure that she wouldn’t forget to do so. She would probably just sit worrying all day, but he hoped she’d have a little faith in his child minding.

“I guess it’s just you and daddy,” Alec spoke to Sophia with a mischievous smile. Slipping on his daughter’s coat, he grinned at her, “I think we should go a walk, but before we can do that I have to keep you warm or mummy will beat the shit out of daddy,” He couldn’t help but smile, if only Milly heard him say that, she really would kill him for cursing around a child who was at the influential stage, where they would copy and repeat anything. With his smile, Sophia began to smile too, just like she always did. Really, it was hard to picture his daughter without that perfect smile. Alec was pretty sure his parents had to force him to smile as a child, but Milly, he was positive that her parents experienced the same thing as he was experiencing with Sophia.

Walking down the cobbled street of Hogsmeade, Alec tried best to hide his face from the busy people that passed him. Being the captain of a world wide known qudditch team, he was pretty well known. But still, hiding his face hadn’t seem to be all that successful as the more he continued to walk, the more people began to realize. “For crying out loud,” He whispered under his breath, trying to block out the stares.

Located on a little side street off the main High Street, Madam Puddifoot's tea shop remained open and incredibly welcoming for Alec. He was in dire need of another coffee. Sitting down, he rested Sophia on his knee who seemed entirely content with scanning her surroundings, “I’ll have a coffee please,” The young man asked, handing the money to the young waitress who soon fled after they exchanged galleons.

[nan]

Angela woke up to Aaron's cries the next morning. She panicked at cries. Was something wrong? Did he fall down? But there was no chance he could! Was he sick?! Oh no, her son couldn't be sick. She scrambled from the bed and took him into her arms, rocking him back and forth, trying to calm him down and put him back to sleep. But he wouldn't stop crying. She then went on to inspect if he had fever, or if something bit him, or if he was sick in anyway. "Aaron, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Angela spoke aloud, her voice laced with concern. Aaron wouldn't tell anything, and he just burst out crying even more.

It was then she looked around and noticed that the cat, that she'd picked up yesterday was nowhere to be seen. She'd actually not known, but the cat, was not a cat but Trent's cousin, who was an illegal animagus, and she'd blurted out her entire life story to her. Of course, in her defence, she was too distressed to notice. The fact that she was still in love with Trent, but couldn't get herself to trust him, or be in his presence, hurt her a lot. After a quick search, she noted the reason why he was crying was because he didn't have his pet anymore. She rested him on her hips, as she calmed him down, saying they could get him another pet, just like that kitty. Yet, he wouldn't listen. Once he had his mind on something, he wanted it, no matter what, which was a typical Lott behaviour, if one noticed. His father, her ex-husband was the same too, if he wanted something he would get it somehow, and same goes for his uncle. Neither would have been married to their respective spouses had it not been for their relentless pursuing nature. Only, in hers and Trent's case; their marriage had fallen apart.

It took a long time for her to calm her son down, give him a bath, and dress him up in fresh clothes. And then she went on to get herself presentable. As she brushed her hair, she told her son, "Hey Aaron, how about we go to Diagon Alley once again, and get ourselves a kitty?" Well, she could also go buy the necessary things from the shop, as she was running low on many groceries, and things like that. She looked from the mirror at the transformation of Aaron's countenance. His face brightened at her suggestion. Angela laughed, and turned about. Kneeling down, she embraced her son, and kissed his forehead. "Anything you want, mamma will always buy it for you." Said she. "So, smart boy, do you want to walk or should I carry you?" She then asked, to which he replied, "Walk! Walk!"

Laughing, she held on to his fingers, as she walked down the familiar path towards Diagon Alley. Having a house in the muggle side, but close to London had it's perks. The most important being she wouldn't run into anyone who could recognize her. And since Diagon Alley was crowded; she wasn't much bothered about anyone getting a fleeting glance of her there. However, halfway down their walk, Angela changed her mind, and decided to go to Hogsmeade instead. Holding her son tight, she apparated to Hogsmeade. Usually, she preferred not to apparate, but that particular time, she just wanted to visit some familiar place which could calm her frayed nerves. They first went to buy all the groceries, and other essential items, Angela even bought new clothes for Aaron. Finally, as they finished their shopping, except for the pet part, Aaron got free from her hold and ran towards Madam Puddifoot's tea store. It had been close to the Ice-cream parlor from where they had gotten his kitty, and so he'd gone there, thinking he'd find it again today as well. Angela knew this, because he was mumbling, "Kitty! kitty!" as he ran. Angela was caught in a maze of bags, and by the time, she could manage everything, Aaron had already run into the Tea shop.

She ran behind him, softly calling out, "Aaron, Aaron! Stop running so fast, or you'll get hurt!" By the time she caught him, she was already panting. She laid all the bags on a nearby table, and picked her son. "You naughty boy!" she playfully chastised him, "Troubling your mother by making her chase you!". She pulled him into an embrace, as he said, "No kitty." with a sad face. She smiled at her son, and said, "We'll surely buy one for you, but let mom have her dosage of coffee. She's running low on her caffeine level." Thus saying, she promptly ordered a cup of coffee. She made Aaron sit on her lap, as she waited for the coffee. Meanwhile, she felt herself being stared at. Suddenly, she had a bad feeling in her gut, she turned around, and froze. In the table adjacent to hers, sat Alec, her ex-husband's younger brother, with a small girl on his lap. Her lips formed the words, "Alec", but no voice came out. She was too shocked, and too scared, that all she could do was widen her eyes and stare blankly.

[blaze2]

Alec was beyond exhausted, too exhausted to keep a watchful eye on his young daughter, but he must, he needed to. Work had been incredibly tough, late nights, like the previous night, where bothersome. His team where grand on the pitch but with the world championship finals only around the corner, they had to work double shifts whether Alec liked it or not. As captain it only made things that tad more difficult. He hadn’t arrived home until midnight last night, only to find Milly waiting patiently for him to come home and Sophia already sleeping. And now it was his fault that his wife was exhausted too and had to stick the rest of the day with his mother.

Turning his neck to look out the window, Alec shivered visibly. Outside looked to bloody cold to be wandering about and indeed it was, he was just thankful he resided in the small coffee shop at the corner of Hogsmeade. While turning his neck, completely oblivious to the situation that was happening around him, Alec mind wandered off ever so slightly. If only he had known that Angela Lott had also entered the coffee shop with a young boy, around the age of his own daughter. There seemed to be a small incident involving the young woman and the toddler, visually it looked as if the toddler was running from Angela. The scene that had only played out was rewarded by a few curious glances.

“Sir, here is the coffee that you had ordered.” Bringing his attention back to the waitress, Alec nodded his head, offering a small thanks. Caffeine, just what he needed. He hadn’t welcomed a cup of coffee so much in his lifetime. Bringing the cup to his lips, Alec allowed the roasting liquid to fill his mouth and slide down his throat, leaving behind a small burning sensation. It was just what he needed when he was this exhausted. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he was ever this tired. Alec was always fond of his sleep and when he was deprived of it, it just didn’t make him a nice person to be around. Well, at least that was what his family had always told him. Everyone except Milly, simply because he didn’t enjoy showing her his groggy side in the mornings, that was if she ever had the chance to witness it.

Looking down at his daughter, she rested her head contently against his chest. She seemed pretty tired too. But, it was always Milly who was able to sense these things. “Sophia are you tired love?” Alec cooed softly to her, but as stubborn as he was, she shook her head. “No.” Her outburst was rather loud but nevertheless, if she said she wasn’t tired he wasn’t going to persuade her to sleep. Lifting the miniature muffin that always came with a cup of coffee, Alec handed Sophia it, “Here, do you want this?” He offered curiously, looking into her steel grey eyes, almost identical to his own pair. Nodding, she seemed to contently take the muffin into her grasp and begin to take small nibbles from it. “I think once daddy finishes his cup of coffee and you finish eating your muffin, we should head back home? What do you say?” He asked, and the only response he received with the small nod of his daughters head. She seemed far too interested in that muffin to care what her father had to say.

Then it happened. Alec brought his gaze to scan around the small coffee shop. Simply in taking his surroundings out of curiosity. It was then, when his eyes immediately stopped on a woman. Not just any woman. An incredibly pretty woman, with sun kissed skin and a small boy on her lap. She seemed familiar. Too familiar. She too, was staring at him with her mouth gawping open, almost in amazement. Alec knew her, all too well. Angela Lott, the very woman who brought his older brother to his knees. However, as much as he should have been interested in the young woman, there was another person that caused the curiosity in Alec to grow. The small boy. Angela knew Alec, he wasn’t one to hold back and just sit there. So lifting Sophia up, and taking his coffee in his hand, he approached Angela

“I never thought I‘d come across you here.” He spoke, with no emotion noticeable in his voice. Alec didn’t know how to react, how could he? This was the first time he had seen her in quite some time. But, he didn’t come over to catch up, he wanted to know who the young toddler was. Why was it, that he had a feeling? After thinking about it all rather suddenly, and jumping to conclusions, as Alec always did, why did the kid look almost identical to Trent’s baby photos? Arching an eyebrow, Alec took a seat in front of Angela and he looked at her intently. “That’s a good looking kid you’ve got there…” The young man started, “Is he yours?” He was determined to get straight to the point.

[nan]

Angela had been oblivious to the fact that the ruckus created by her and her son, had attracted a few curious glances. The magic folks had always been of the inquisitive nature, thriving on gossip; so they wondered who this young and pretty lady was, who was this mischievous toddler, who his father was, so on and so forth. But Angela was barely bothered, she was just in her own world, having a nice time with her son. Somehow, her son always managed to sense when she was troubled or stressed, and made her feel at ease, and feel happier. It was also an ability that Trent possessed. He never liked seeing her not happy, and always worked to make her feel happy, except for that one time, which had resulted in their separation.

She had never once given a thought what would occur when Trent came to finally know of Aaron. Angela had thought that if she didn't think about it, it would never happen. How long was she going to hide Aaron? She had no idea about it, but as far as she was concerned, the longer any of the Lotts did not know about Aaron, the better it would be. However, she was not going to get her wish come true, she just had a premonition about it. She'd been careful about moving around for somedays since she slept with Trent, again. But finally now, she'd let her guard down because Aaron had been getting restless. Especially since the cat that they'd picked up from the ice-cream store had gone missing. Even though the cat had been there for only a few hours, Aaron had set his heart for it. Since it had gone missing, he had been very devastated, because he was used to getting all that he wanted, just like his father. Angela had a tough time consoling him, and when she'd finally done so, she thought it would be better if she took him out somewhere. Inspite of it being so cold outside, Aaron had refused to wear his overcoat or sweaters. She literally chased him in their entire house to get him wear something on his shirt. She was really worried he might catch something from the cool air. However, Aaron was least bothered, he was such a thick skinned boy, that he was surely going to feel very warm in that sweater of his. Somehow, she managed to get him wear his gloves, and some boots. By the time they were at Hogsmeade, one by one, he'd removed his sweater, and gloves. Angela sighed, there was nothing she could do.

She sat there, warning her son not to run away from her like that, ever again. Ever since Aaron knew how to walk, he was constantly moving about, walking here and there, sometimes running, and sometimes even dancing. He had inherited his passion for dance from both his parents. The first time she saw Aaron walk, she was just too surprised, and awed, he was merely a year old, and was slowly trying to balance himself, as he walked one step, and two, and then he walked towards her, carefully. She was at a loss for words. She immediately picked up the camera, and clicked his photographs. As time passed by, they'd invented a moving picture camera, which is what they used even in the newspapers.

As she sat there, awaiting her coffee, she was just playing with her son, when she noticed the presence of her brother in law. She was just too shocked to react. Her eyes saw him moving towards their table, with a coffee and a small little girl in tow, but her brain refused to think anything. How was she going to keep the fact that Aaron was the Lott heir, now? She gulped as he took his seat. Her throat was dry, she was too scared or shocked to react. The waitress intervened, by getting her the cup of coffee. She muttered thanks, and lifted the cup to her lips, tasting the hot liquid, as she quenched some of her thirst. The minute the steaming hot liquid touched her tongue, she winced. She was so scared that she'd not noticed how hot the coffee was. There were tears at the back of her eyes, but she managed to brush them away, and gain her composure, when she replied to Alec. "I could say the same for you, Alec." said she, in the same blank tone that he had used.

What was she going to tell him if he asked who Aaron was? She couldn't outright tell him, it was his nephew. But she couldn't lie either?! Aaron resembled the Lott men too much for her to lie. Nonetheless, she was going to lie, for her sake, for her son's sake. She stared blankly at Alec's grey eyes. Trent's eyes, were green, and were full of life, she'd seen them go grey when he was being extremely furious with her, and also aquamarine, whenever they had had a passionate interlude. But Alec's eyes, they somewhat scared her, because it was so steely grey, evil, and lacking any warmth in them. She was aware of what was coming next as, Alec's gaze stopped at Aaron, and then back at her, as he raised his eyebrows. He'd finally asked who this child was. Angela, gripped Aaron tightly, as she curtly replied, "Thank you, and yes he is mine." Being polite, she replied, "Your daughter is much too adorable too." Not that she was lying, she had inherited all the good genes, just like Aaron had. She tried to smile at this little girl, not wanting to look too scared in front of her, and scare her at the same time. As it is, Aaron sensed something was troubling his mom, and had donned a frown on his face. He gestured at Alec, and asked, "Who that man?" Angela corrected him and then smiled at her son while saying, "It's not who the man, Aaron. It is 'who is that man'. Okay?" Running her fingers through his rich brown hair, she continued, "He's just mamma's school friend. Say Hello to Mr. Lott, honey. And that is his daughter there, er.." She looked at Alec, an asked, "What is her name, Alec?" Almost immediately, she turned towards the girl, and asked with a smile on her face, "What is your name, sweetheart?" Now that everything was somewhat under control, Angela felt a lot better. Damn if she was going to let the Lott men affect her in any way.

[blaze2]

Alec awoke this morning feeling quite free from everything, planning on spending quality time with his daughter, then arrive back home for a passionate evening with his wife. And now, he would go to bed, thinking just how one meeting, no, one single glance could change many things. Could imprint anything in the minds of others. Everything could change for one person, or for more. He was positive he would not sleep tonight, knowing that the clogs in his mind would be turning, trying to figure out what was happening. Why he unexpectedly ran into Angela, why she had that young boy with her, why he felt as if something wasn’t quite, why Alec feared the worst for his brother, Trent. Maybe, just maybe…

“Your such a woman, you know that,” The dark haired male exclaimed looking at the elder boy, only by a few years at the mere age of fifteen. “When was the last time we played a proper game of qudditch, a real brutal match?” The youngest of the two asked, leaning casually against the wall at the corner of the street. Hogsmeade was overcrowded today, too many witches and wizards roaming around, too many kids chasing one another, pushing past their elders in attempt to flee from the other children. Alec Lott watched the pack of children, who laughed in hysterias as they ran in all their freedom and youth. “Hogsmeade is no place for children.” The dark haired boy began, rolling his eyes at the children. “You know, I never heard those words escape your lips when you cried for mother to take you to Hogsmeade with her when you where that age, if not younger.” Trent Lott, the elder brother pointed out, a smug smile plastered onto his lips. Looking through slits, Alec glared at Trent, “Shut up!” He snapped, slowly becoming frustrated with his oldest sibling. “But in all seriousness, when was our last match together?” Alec challenged Trent with a sly grin on his lips. “Not in Hosmeade Alec. Merlin’s sake, we’ll hurt someone.” Trent tried to persuade his younger brother, hoping to knock some sense into him. This is where the two drew their differences, Trent was always caring for other and well, Alec only thinking of himself and his own amusement. “Ah for fuck sake! Stop being such a douche! Come on, all I’m asking is that we throw this beauty about.” The mischievous grin on Alec’s lips appeared as he showed Trent the quaffle. “Fine, but not too far.” Well, that was an understatement. The first chance that Alec got throwing the quaffle it was aimed directly for the young group of children. And just as the ball was seconds from hitting the group, Trent saved the bloody day, like always. Rolling his eyes, Alec arched an eyebrow at Trent, “You’re really beginning to bore me now.” The younger brother could see the displeasure in his siblings features. “Are you crazy! They are innocent children Alec! What if they where your children? Would you like some kid trying to put them in danger?” Snatching the quaffle from Trent, Alec smirked, “I don’t want kids, they’re bastards.” He was just being a stuck up little boy. Trent rolled his eyes at his brother’s immaturity, “Well, I do.”

Who would have thought? If only people had witnessed the scene with the two brothers at the mere age of fifteen and nineteen. Alec could easily swallow his tongue as he remembered the words he spoke that day, silently ashamed of himself. Trent had always deserved a child, while Alec didn’t give a shit about them. And in all honesty, when Milly had found herself pregnant, it wasn’t planned. At the time Alec was unsure if he even wanted a child at all. Part of him wanted to run and deny that the child Milly was carrying was not his, it had nothing to do with him, part of him wanted to persuade her to give it up and they would try for a child later in life and another part of him wanted to keep the baby, to try and be the best father he could. Thankfully he choose the right decision in the end.

Looking at Sophia, pride washed over his features. There she was, his little girl, and she was all his. She was the light of his life, her and Milly. His daughter was gorgeous, with her blonde curls, steel grey eyes, and a heart-warming personality. How could he be possibly capable for her life? He took pride in saying that she wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for him and he, in return, wouldn’t be the man he was today without his daughter. She would always be daddy’s little girl, no matter what. Planting a small kiss on his daughter’s forehead, he closed his eyes for a moment, just taking the moment to think. Think of how lucky he was to have her, how lucky he was not to have persuaded Milly to give up such a precious life that meant everything to him. Sophia was part of him and Milly, she was a miniature Milly with the personality of Alec. How perfect can one little being possibly be? Alec smiled at the thought and opened his eyes, only to hear Angela’s words. “Ah, I’m glad to see you haven’t changed in the slightest, Angela.”

The words ‘he is mine.’ confirmed everything for Alec. There it was, imprinted in his mind, that he, was the uncle to that little boy on Angela’s lap. Drawing his eyes to meet hers, Alec didn’t say anything. How could he? He was simply thinking of the numerous possibilities to tell Trent what he had always wanted to hear. Sure, he’d be pissed off, but that was always fun to watch. And he should be happy, he’s finally getting what he always wanted, a child of his own. Taking a seat, directly facing Angela, Alec sat Sophia back on his knee while she continued to silently eat the muffin that he had handed her moment ago. Well, whatever was left of that muffin. The child had devoured it like a professional, only to make Alec proud once again. Surely, she took after her father. Looking up at Angela’s son, he wondered what he took after Trent. “You know, I find it quite rude that you’ve been hiding him like this. I’ve always wanted a nephew and to realize that you’ve taken him away from his family just makes me very annoyed…” Alec didn’t bother to make life harder for himself, he would much rather get to the point. Angela knew Alec wasn’t stupid and if she was foolish enough to try and lie to him, then she would find a very pissed off death eater on her hands. Looking at his nephew as he spoke, Alec grinned. He always wanted a son, unfortunately he hadn’t been given one just yet, but to see that Trent was lucky enough to be granted one made him rather happy. “A school friend Angela, really?” The young man laughed at her words, and turned his attention back to Aaron, “I’m Alec, you’re uncle.” Alec smiled at the boy, who was like a mini version of Trent. Had Trent not seen this kid yet for crying out loud! “I’m Sophia!” His daughter exclaimed in delight, clearly pleased to meet someone else. Looking at Sophia and then back to Angela he arched an eyebrow, “You don’t need to explain to me Angela, I now know and I refuse to listen to pathetic excuses. As my sister-in-law, I advise you to go to my brother and introduce him to his long awaited son.” He demanded this of her calmly while taking a small sip of his coffee.

[nan]

Angela had gone pale, the moment Alec sat in the seat opposite to hers. She'd stiffened, and held Aaron tightly, as though if she loosened her touch, Alec would just take her son away from her. How, how was she going to lie to him? It was so evident that Aaron was indeed Trent's son, and his nephew? She was very much aware of how dominating Alec was. He was far more dominating than Trent. She could actually control Trent, but she had never tried to do so with Alec. Somehow, she felt he was much more evil than her husband. Just like Trent, if Alec wanted something he went after it. Isn't that how he got married to Milly? His parents had been so happy that he'd found a perfect pureblood wife for himself. Trent had taken her as his date to the wedding. It was that time when she'd met the entire family. She had been so excited to meet everyone. Her dream of having a big family was going to be fulfilled, or so she thought. But the way they treated her at the wedding, it just shattered all her hopes. She had refused from seeing Trent in the following week. Trent, however, had managed to coax her, and promised her that he'd be there for her no matter what. Soon afterwards they had gotten married. He had spoilt her by taking to so many places around the world, during their honeymoon. Angela couldn't think of a happier period. Although, she remembered that one evening very clearly.

Tired, and exhausted, after roaming Paris, Angela had just fallen down on their bed. Trent had soon followed suit. The minute he laid next to her, he'd pulled her close to him, and breathed against her neck, which in itself were sending some waves of pleasure through her. He'd then began kissing her neck, and her cheeks, all the way to the erogenous spot below her ears, and whispered, 'I think, we should have a honeymoon baby." At the mention of the word 'baby', Angela stiffened. Trent had noticed the abrupt change in her behavior, and asked her what was wrong. Angela looked into his eyes, and said, "Trent, I don't want to have a baby." Clearly, Trent looked shocked, but he recovered, and immediately kissed her, "No problem, El, I can wait." Feeling a lot uncomfortable, she'd somehow managed to say, "You don't understand Trent. I don't want to have babies. Ever." The pain that she'd seen on his face, felt like someone had put a bullet through his heart. "But, but, Ang; I love children, I've always wanted to have one." Looking at her face, he just asked her one question, which felt like he was about to cry. Hell, she was on the verge of tears herself. "Why, Angela?" was all he said. By now, both were seated on their bed. Angela took his hands in hers, and said, "If being a child means to go what I've undergone, I don't want to have a child, lest he face the same treatment." Trent had become quiet. After some time, he'd looked at her, and said, "I dreamt of us having a perfect family, you, me, and mannnyy kids, well atleast two. A girl, who looks just like you, and a boy who looks just like me." Angela could hear the hope in his voice, and when he'd opened his eyes, she could see the tears that belonged to his hope being shattered. She reached to him, and whispered, "I'm sorry Trent, really sorry." She just couldn't think of being a mother, she lacked maternal instincts, and she didn't think she'd be a good mother, having herself had such sorry excuse for parents. Even if she wanted to, she just couldn't think of having any child, not when she'd decided in her childhood itself that she would never have any babies. For a couple of days he did not speak to her, and she did not dare talk to him either. She'd given him his space, on the third day, he sneaked upon her and hugged her waist. "As long as I have you, I dont care if I don't have kids." was what he said. Although, Angela knew, he was just trying to convince himself by saying so.

After that incident, neither talked about babies, ever. Except for when Milly got pregnant. Angela had seen the longing in Trent's eyes. Little did she know that she was pregnant herself. Their relationship had been tumultuous ever since they received that news, but when she saw him kissing Shiloh, she just couldn't think about anything. In the spur of the moment, she told him that their marriage was over. But how much had she cried after that. Two months, she spent two months in her old apartment, near the Leaky Cauldron, moving her things from his room, from his home. Trent never even attempted to stop her. One day, while working at the Leaky Cauldron, she'd fainted. She had been rushed to the St. Mungo's, where the healer had congratulated her on being pregnant. She had looked at the Healer blankly. Pregnant? The healer had informed her that she'd almost successfully finished the trimester, so now there weren't any chance of miscarriage. She just had to take care of the child growing in her along with herself. The healer had said that she'd fainted due to exhaustion and being emotionally overwrought. She had been advised that for her and her child's sake, she would not think of things that disturbed her. Never in her mind, it had occurred even once that she could abort the baby. All she could - would think of was how happy Trent would have been. His wish had come true. She was going to give him what he desired after all. After she was allowed to leave, she instantly apparated to the place which had been her home for one and a half years. She'd searched for Trent everywhere, but had not found him. She was just about to enter his bedroom, their bedroom, when she'd heard Shiloh's giggles. She'd been gone for two months, and Trent had already replaced her with his ex-fiancee. It had hurt, and that was the day, she'd decided that she'd never come back into his life, or let him come back into her life, or her child's life, ever.

And now, sitting in front of her, was her brother-in-law, whose marriage was perfect, and everything else was perfect. He looked too damn good with his daughter in his hands. Angela started imagining Trent in Alec's place, playing with his child. She doubted he'd let him leave his eyesight even for a second. She smiled at the love between Alec and Sophia.

"Ah, I'm glad to see that you haven't changed in the slightest, Angela." His words cut through her thoughts. A bitter reply was just at the tip of the tongue, 'Do you, now? And how would you know whether I've changed or not? Last I remember, you weren't bothered about it.' Instead, she'd merely glared at him, and replied, "Likewise, Alec." And the minute she'd confirmed that Aaron was her son, what he said, his tone, everything started started scaring her. Was he trying to intimidate her? She increased the firmness of her grip on Aaron, and had turned white. But she actually lost it when he introduced himself as Aaron's uncle, and said what all he had said. How dare he? Just because he was Trent's brother, didn't give him all the rights to dictate her, demand her anything. The minute she'd stepped out of Trent's life. All her relations with Trent, his family, everything was over. And now, this Alec, his younger brother by three years, had the audacity to tell her off? Even if he'd assumed everything correctly, he did not have any right to jump into conclusions and just tell her what she should do. Had it not been for the presence of Sophia and Aaron, she would definitely have bitten his head off, for putting her in such a compromising position.

Now how will she explain to Aaron who he is? How will she answer all his questions. Up Until now, Aaron had not really played with anyone around his age group, so he had not asked any question about his father or any other family. As far as he was concerned, she was his only family. She was both a mother, as well as a father to him. Whenever her friends visited her, or she visited him, he just relished all the attention he was getting, being an attention-seeker himself. Now Alec had opened a new floodgate for Aaron's questions.

"Uncle? Coo'. Hii." drawled Aaron in a perked up voice. Cool was something, he'd probably picked up from Ted. Hey, wait a minute, why hadn't he asked her what uncle meant? It was unlike Aaron not be inquisitive. Both she and Trent were curious beings, always inquisitive about each other. She recollected of the times when Trent had been pursuing her. When he'd asked her out, she'd said no, and everyday since then, he'd relentlessly come to the Leaky Cauldron with flowers, chocolates, just to get her to agree to come on a dinner-date with him. Angela herself did not know how she'd not consented, because Trent, had been her crush from a very long time, and well she'd love to go on a date. Somehow, she'd held back from saying yes. Then one fine day, he had been running late. She had become so used to seeing him, and refusing his offer, that when he had not come, she'd noticed it instantly. Everytime she was serving someone, or cooking something, she'd glanced at the door, around her, wondering where he was and if he had really given up on her. Then suddenly he'd appeared from nowhere, and with a grin on his face, casually asked her, "Miss me, love?" Angela had gone beet red, and she almost dropped the tray, but he caught it. He probably realised that if he kept on pursuing her for some more days, she might give in sooner. She'd mumbled, "I'm not your love. And no, I didn't miss you." He just had a knowing grin on his face. She'd actually wanted to know why he was late, blame it on her being curious. As if, he had read her mind, he had gone ahead and explained to her why he was late, and so on. That day, since she had been in a good mood, she had accepted the flowers - he had got her lilies, how could she not accept them? - and had told him that she'd think about it. There was a victorious smirk on his face, more or less depicting satisfaction. The same grin was now on her son's face. Why? She had no idea. He seemed to be pretty enthusiastically chatting with Sophia. Thank God, Aaron did not know the meaning of the word 'Uncle' yet, or she wouldn't have been spared, not by him, or by her.

Drawing out her wand, she put a Confundus charm around herself and Alec, so only they knew what was the actual thing, the rest of the people would just think that they were chatting happily, like some old friends meeting after a long time. "My dear, Alec, you are so deeply mistaken. Aaron isn't your nephew, he isn't Trent's son at all. So," replied she in a vicious tone, "If you can keep your orders to yourself, it will be nice. You don't own me, nor does your brother. The minute he kissed that veela, our marriage was over. That means, I'm not your sister in law anymore. Nor do I have to tell anything to Trent, because Aaron is not his child." Oh Lord, that had been such a white lie. If anything, he was more Trent's son than hers, because everything in him was so similar to Trent, that she was scared, if Trent or his family saw him, they'd take him away from her. She was his mother, they may not accept her, they may or may not accept her son, but she couldn't stay away from her son. She'd survived through her separation from Trent, but if these Lotts tried to separate her from her son, she'd literally die. Besides, if they don't accept Aaron as their heir, she couldn't let him face what she had faced. "I'd appreciate if you don't tell my son things, which he doesn't understand, and which I can not make him understand. I'm not your obedient Milly, and I'll do things as I damn well please. Who are you to order me around, Alec? I'm telling you Aaron is not your nephew, and you have to take my word for it. I would know who the father of my child is, wouldn't I? And Trent is very much capable of giving you the nephew without me. Just because I was Trent's ex-wife, doesn't mean he's the father of my son. Please, Alec, draw a line at me, just because your brother married a muggleborn, and not that Shiloh, don't hurt my son." The last sentence was really a plea, because she didn't want to give Aaron any false hopes. She couldn't do that to him. Guilt filled her chest, as she was going on lying, and depriving her love of his son. She knew Trent would love Aaron like anything, and perhaps spoil him even more. But she wouldn't go down that lane. The bitter truth was she and Trent were no longer married, and so, Aaron would stay with her. What Trent didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

{{Sorry for the extremely long post, but I never realised, that I went overboard!}}

[blaze2]

A Lott child could be told from miles away, it was as clear as the blue sky. It had been known, that a child of a Lott would look almost identical, only much younger of course. Alec Lott had no doubt in his heart, not even an ounce that the little boy that sat perched upon Angela’s knee, was his brother’s son. Photographic evidence could even prove it. Each Lott had a particular feature in common, they all had strong bone structure, the jaw bone in particular, had always been more prominent, which made the males of the family enhance their masculine features. The bone structure on the Lott females was usually the defined high cheek bones, something which his daughter had inherited. Even looking at Angela‘s son, the hint of good bone structure was evident. Alec was positive that once Milly gave birth to the child she was carrying, it would inherit the good bone structure from his side of the family, like every Lott child had. There was no doubt that his family was made up of all good looking people, his mother; a past model, his father; a past qudditch player, who still happened to be in great shape, his brother; a ministry worker who still managed to stay in good shape, his sisters; both inheriting the good genes in the family. Hell, if any wished to take up modelling as career, Alec had no doubt any would have a problem with doing so.

A scream erupted from the labour room, it was a cry for help, to signal the immense pain the young woman was going through. Alec Lott, sat impatiently in the waiting room, rubbing his sweating hands on his jeans. This was it! He was finally getting the son he had been waiting for, the son he could teach qudditch to, teach magic to, to love. All his family occupied the seats in the waiting room, Alec being the only one who grew more and more impatient by the moment. “Alec, it shouldn’t take much longer.” Violet Lott assured her young son as she took a sip of her ice water. “Mother, it’s been hours.” The young man snapped, agitated that everyone seemed so calm, so relaxed, like they do this sort of thing everyday. Then a hand came in contact with his broad shoulder, his father’s hand, “You’re scared shitless, aren’t you?” The Irish accent breaking the deadly silence once again. Brett could always sense things, he knew Alec like the back of his own hand. Alec had aimed for this kind of relationship with his son, Brett and Alec had always been close, it was clear that Brett had favoured Alec out of the rest of his kids, allow that was an awful thing to say, it was true. “Yeah dad, this is actually it. I’m going to be a father.” A sense of pride washed over Alec’s features, it was a great feeling. “And I am too. After all I’m going to be a grandfather, don‘t I look too young to be a grandfather?” Brett laughed at his own joke, like a typical Irish man. Another aching scream broke out, and young Alec Lott jumped to his feet, causing all his family’s heads to turn in his direction. Alec was at his wits end, he had to get in there. At first he had declined the nurses offer, imagining that it would only take an hour. Now, a few hours later, Alec sat, the cold sweat trickling from his head, anxiety eating him alive. “Everything is fine, Alec sit do-” However his mother was cut off, “I have to get in there.” The dark haired male exclaimed, rushing out of the waiting room. He stood outside nervously for ten whole minutes before finding the courage to enter, but when his eyes fell upon his wife, she looked exhausted, but it didn’t look as if anything was happening. Alec had came into the room a few times during the labour and his wife looked a lot more stressed than she did now. Panic washed over him quickly, what was wrong? Whipping his head towards the direction of the nearest person, his grey eyes fell on a nurse, holding a small bundle wrapped in…pink? “Mr. Lott, your wife has just given birth to a beautiful baby girl.” A smile crossed the woman’s lips as she handed his daughter to him. All those months at parenting classes had paid off. A daughter wasn’t what he expected, but never the less Alec Lott felt on top of the world, he felt invincible, pride and happiness swept through his body. Smiling down at the tiny baby in his arms, he approached his wife and placed a kiss on her forehead, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful,” He whispered looking back down to his daughter and handing her over to Milly, who was now reduced to tears of happiness.

It had been three years since then, and Alec had never imagined how much joy one little person could bring him, how he could ever make such a beautiful child. It would only be another few months before he went through the same drama again, and perhaps this time he’d be much more controlled. He was only twenty-five and had two kids, well almost two kids, and Trent who was twenty eight and was completely oblivious. If there was someone who deserved happiness, it was his brother. Trent was a good person, he’d always been the good son, always making the right decision, except when it came to love and who he fell for. That just so happened to be the women who sat before him. Since then, Trent had been frowned upon, the disappointment in the family. Well in his father’s opinion. Violet still loved Trent all the same, just hated Angela. Alec had always been the apple of Brett’s eye, he was the son that brought his mother and father together. He put an end to his father’s gallivanting, for a few years anyway. And it was Alec who Brett had always been there for. As a child, his father would have always brought Alec to work with him, he had always had high hopes that Alec would take after him in qudditch. At some degree, Alec was a younger version of Brett, except he wasn’t as much of a whore, but his appearance and personality was similar.

It had only dawned on Alec how little he knew Angela, how he just stereotyped her. The first time they had ever crossed paths was at his wedding and at that time he was too caught up on his beautiful bride that he didn’t give two thoughts of who Trent would bring. He had actually suspected he’d bring Shiloh, but obviously not. Alec had to admit, his brother’s taste in women was fairly likeable, it was only blood purity that got in the way which was a shame. After all, Angela was a bright women from what he had heard from his love-sick brother who he tried to knock some sense into.

Alec had no intentions of taking Aaron off Angela, he might have been an asshole, but he wasn’t that cold-hearted. Off the top of his head, Alec planned on informing Trent about his son, if Angela didn’t, and then instruct his older brother to go after his ex-wife and try to knock some sense into her. Angela had to understand that his brother was a good man, it wasn’t him who cheated on her with Shiloh, it was actually Alec who had been fooling around with her while he was engaged to Milly. How stupid can one man be? But Trent wasn’t stupid, his feelings for Angela was legitimate, and because Alec knew what it was like to be so in love with one woman, he thought it was only right Trent was aware of his son.

Grinning at Aaron, he could only imagine what his son would be like, he’d only have to wait another three months before he came along. Bringing his gray eyes to meet Angela’s, he noticed how every now and then she dazed off. What the hell was she thinking? Then Alec’s attention was drawn back to his daughter, who was now leaning across the table attempting to get closer to Aaron, eager to talk to him. The blonde curls bounced over his daughter’s shoulders, her gray eyes lit up with delight, this was probably the first time she had came in contact with another kid her age, that made Alec think. Aaron didn’t look a day older than Sophia, it made Alec want to question Angela on the boy’s age, but he didn’t want to interrogate Angela, did he? “So, out of curiosity, what age is Aaron?” He asked, a small smirk playing on his lips. If Angela managed to be truthful and admit to her son’s age, then that would reveal all and confirm that Aaron was Trent’s son, Alec’s nephew and Sophia's cousin. It made Alec almost eager to force the truth out of the young women.

Alec watched and noted as the young muggle-born drew out her wand, and for a moment Alec thought she was going to aim a hex at him, but no, instead she decided she wanted all ears out of this conversation apart from their own. After listening to Angela, Alec interjected, “My darling, Angela, if you keep denying me off the truth you’re going to make me incredibly angry. Do you want that? You must know that I am nothing like Trent, I never have been. You think he was scary when you pissed him off, imagine me ten times worse. And yes, if you keep the truth from me, it will only make me more eager to take that little boy from you. Do I make myself clear?” Alec made his point loud and clear, perhaps wanting to intimidate her, which he was incredibly good at. Out of the two brother’s, Alec had always been the one who’s temper had been uncontrollable, unpredictable, unstable. His family had no idea who he inherited the temper from. There had been a time when Alec’s temper had slipped up to a whole new level. It was the night when his father had admitted to Alec’s infidelity and an argument had led to Alec holding Milly’s throat with threatening words escaping his lips. What had come over him? Alec was ashamed of his actions, he had no idea what had happened to him, but it was definitely something bad. Even at school, it was Alec who had always been labelled as the ‘evil’ Lott, and at that time, Alec just shrugged it off with a smirk, he practically took pride at the title. “I think it’s only right your son knows the truth Angela. Don’t bring Milly into this.” Alec snapped at her, his eyes narrowing at her words, “Listen Angela. I’m going to say this once. You know that I was more than pleased when you came to your senses and left my brother, but you left him for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t him who was cheating on you, it was me who was cheating on Milly with Shiloh. All I ask is for you to give my mother the chance he deserves, you can continue lying to me and I will trail you to St. Mungo’s and force you to take a DNA test or, you could just be honest now and save us the bother by admitting it. Trent is his father.” Alec said sternly, pointing to the young boy on Angela’s lap.