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Angel Baby Chapter 5

Word Count: 4.3k Authors Note: I read this chapter over about 5 times so if there is errors yall I am so sorry. I am going to keep trying to post as much as I have been but just know if it slows down i am working more so my time is more limited UNFORTUNATELY. But anyways hope you enjoy! Be kind to yourself. okay bye. Warning: This chapter contains mature content that may not be suitable for everyone. So read at your own risk! 18+

I wanna hold the hand inside you I wanna take the breath that's true

Chapter 5

“What?” I say looking around. He was married? I am confused.

“Ya, it was very sad, Abigail was truly the love of his life, they met when they were in their early twenties. Unfortunately, she was hit and killed by a drunk driver, Joel has sort of never healed from it. He packed his bags right after and moved to Virginia. He hasn’t stepped foot in his house here well until he had to because his Virginia home was getting work done. He wants to sell it, stay far away from here. Tommy doesn’t want him to.” Josephine goes on, until her husband cuts her off.

“I think its time we stop sharing Joels business, now if you will excuse me” he gets up going inside.

After lunch I take it as my que to head home. So, I do I hop in my mustang and go home and shower quick before meeting Aunt Louise at the motel. She took the morning shift so I could take the evening one. I am very grateful for her.

When I get to the motel I park right in front of the office right next to my aunt’s truck.

“Hey, I brought you a sandwich!” I say walking in, until I hear laughter coming from the back office. I walk towards the noise and step in, and there sitting on the couch is none other then Joel, talking to Aunt Louise.

“what’s going on?”

“My house is getting re painted before I put it on the market, so thought id take your aunt up on her offer, probably shouldn’t be breathing in a bunch of paint fumes,” and he winks at her.

I remember my aunt said he could stay here for free when he needed, because he fixed the mustang.  

I just nod, and then Aunt Louise speaks up, “right well it was lovely getting caught up Joel, but it is now my time to head home, I am sure Idamae here can get you set up.”

Oh great. Just great. If this couldn’t be more awkward.

Joel looks toward me, waiting for me to either agree or decline. “Ya it is no problem, oh umm this is for you” I hold up the sandwich to Aunt Louise.

“Thanks dear” she kisses my cheek then waves goodbye and is on her way.

“Alright well I guess follow me” I motion my hands and turn around going to the front desk. I hear his footsteps follow behind me. I place my bag under the desk and sit in the rollie chair scooting closer. I look at the paper Aunt Louise left saying which rooms must be left open for people coming in later. I look over it and then realize the only room that will be available is the one we were in last night. I think Joel notices my awkwardness.

“Everything okay?”

I take it upon myself to pretend nothings wrong, in fact my plan of teasing him has completely left as now I want to be swallowed up by the ground. I know to much now, I know about his ex wife, and I just don’t know what to do with that info.

“Ya sorry” I clear my throat and get up wiping my sweaty palms on my dress then grab the key, “follow me then.”

He follows close behind, not close like last time. Even though a small part of me wishes he would.

I stop at the door, and as I unlock it, he must realize as he chuckles a little. I don’t go in, because well its not really part of my job, and this is strictly business. He goes in carrying his bag and drops it on the bed, but he doesn’t shut the door.

“Okay well I’ll just be in the office.” I say and take a step in just to drop the key on the tv stand.

He stops digging through his bag for a second and looks at me. “I’m sorry for shouting in front of you earlier. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

I fiddle with my hands. “Oh no, don’t worry. I-I am sorry about what happened” I look down to my hands. “I mean with Abigail and everything.” He sighs and sits on the bed, arms leaning on his knees.

“So, they told you hey?”

I just nod. He runs his fingers through his hair before looking back at me.

“I’ll come find you if I need anything.” I just nod, close the door and go back to the office.

I spend the rest of the time checking people in, and cleaning rooms. Busying my mind so that I stop thinking about Joel. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about what happened, and maybe that is why he didn’t want to do anything with me. Which makes me feel even worse because I don’t want to think I pushed him. However as much as I try to busy my mind, I still watch as he steps out of his room to smoke, or when he got in his truck to go grab beer.

It is around 10pm and Aunt Louise just called me to ask if I could stay till 11 because someone needed to check in late. So here I am, trying my best to stay alert even though I am beyond tired. Even though I just saw Matilda, she had asked me to sleep at hers, she needed support because apparently her and Cole have been going at it over the phone all day. I don’t mind; she’s good company. I am just glad I actually have clothes with me this time.

I wait, and wait, listening to the radio and doodling on a sticky note, until exactly eleven, and when no one walks through the door I send Aunt Lousie a message saying they were a no show, and begin closing up. I lock up the back office and then begin closing up the front. Locking drawers, and the front door and making sure all the main keys are accounted for. A minute later I hear thunder roar, and almost moments later rain starts pouring down.

I jump up, I forgot to put the top back on my car. I rush out the front door and to my car to get the top on and then rush back to the office door soaking wet. But when I pull on the door it doesn’t open. Then it occurs to me, I have locked myself out, and sure enough I see my keys sat right on the desk.

“great” I lean my back against the door, closing my eyes trying to think. But I’m tired, and the sound of the rain coming down is making it hard to think.

“You having trouble little dove?” I jump a bit, caught off guard by Joel leaned up against his room door smoking, watching the rain.

“I just, I locked myself out, and my car keys are in there.” I fight the urge to stomp my feet and scream, because this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t had to wait for some jerk who didn’t even show up.

He nods his head, talking a puff and then turning his head to his room, before looking back at me and looking me up and down. “Wanna wait in here while you call someone.” I freeze at his offering. But really what else can I do? Even though I am not directly in the rain, its still finding a way to splash me. “Yes, thank you” I rush over, and he puts out his cigarette, opens the door and I step inside. He closes the door and drowns out the sound of the rain.

“You’re soaked.” I whip around to look at him “what?”

He giggles, “your clothes.”

I look down, and he is right, I am in fact soaked.

“Oh right, ya.”

He walks past me and grabs a towel from the bathroom and drapes it over my shoulders, “get comfortable, do you need my phone to call someone or are you okay?” I feel around to My back pocket to thankfully find my phone, and show it to him, and he just nods before sitting on the bed and turning on the radio leaning over picking up a book from the bedside table.

I try to call Aunt Louise, and she doesn’t answer, I text and call again and still nothing.

I groan.

“No answer?” he asks. “No” I have my back to him, and I am still standing to nervous to sit on the bed with him, or the chair or anything. I can’t trust myself. So I stay standing looking toward the window nervously biting my nails.

I hear him close the book, “You know I don’t bite right?”

I turn to look at him, “right, sorry.” I look around deciding where the safest spot is. I decide on sitting in the chair against the wall beside the window.

Joel grabs a beer from the beside table and looks at me “want one? Since it looks like you might be here a while?” I go to answer then stop to think but he’s already up walking to the end of the bed where he has a case, he places his empty one in there, grabbing two unopened ones. He walks over opening it as he does and stands in front of me holding one toward me.

“here if you want” He says tilting it to me.

“Okay,” I take it, and he opens the other for himself, and then sits on the side of the bed facing me.

He watches me take a sip and look away,

“You know, I remember when you tried to order a martini at the bar, instant giveaway that you weren’t from here.”

My cheeks turn red as I smile cringing at that, “That was definitely embarrassing.”

He chuckles, “T’was cute, Abigail did that too.”

My head snaps to him confused, and he’s looking down. Arms rested on his knees, and holding his beer between his legs.

“She wasn’t from here, she was staying with a friend of mine over the summer, they met in college. First night we took her out she tried ordering a cosmopolitan, poor thing was picked on all night about it.” He laughs and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks to me and I swear I see tears begging to fall down his cheeks.

“You remind me of her.”

My heart sinks, and my eyebrows crease. “I’m sorry” I say gently.

“don’t be, it’s a good thing.” he says quietly, and I give him a weak smile.

 I start to shiver, mostly because I am still wet from the rain. He notices, “I can give you something to wear, if you want.” He stands up going to his bag and digging around before bulling out a flannel. He walks over and holds it out to me. “here take it, you shouldn’t be sitting there all wet, you’ll get sick.” I hesitate at first, just looking at it in his hand in front of me.

“Idamae just take it” he says pushing it closer to me. I reluctantly say thank you and take it from him, then stand up, but he doesn’t move so we are almost chest to chest.

We stay staring at each other, I can smell the alcohol on his breath, and the scent of cigarettes and cider. But within a moment, he is stepping back and rubbing the back of his neck, and I take it as my opportunity to go to the bathroom.

Once I am in the bathroom I feel like I can finally breath. I look in the mirror, there is bags under my eyes from the long day, and long night I had yesterday. I pry my wet dress off my body and slip on Joels flannel. It smells like him, and I look in the mirror at how it falls on my body.

I fold my clothes up neatly and walk out holding them. I notice Joel isn’t in the room when I go out though, however the door is open, so I assumed he is outside. I set my clothes down on the same chair I was sitting on and slowly step outside. Sure, enough he is leaned up against the outside wall smoking another cigarette. I just go stand beside him silently listening to the rain.

I don’t smoke, well not really. I have and usually only do when I am drunk or severely stressed. When I broke up with my ex, I smoked a ton and during exam season, when I’m usually on my third all nighter of the week. However, there is something about right now, that makes me want one.

“Can I have one?” Joel looks over at me. “Since when you smoke?” I shake my head, “I don’t well not always, just sometimes.” He nods and slips the pack from his pocket pulls one out and hands it to me. “their no good for you.” I put it between my lips, and he gets close as he lights it for me. I take a big puff and feel my lungs burn.

“oh ya? Then why do you smoke them?” I ask. He looks at me and nods his head pretty much saying touché.

We both just watch as the rain pours, and lightning lights up the sky every once in awhile. All the other occupants are probably asleep so it’s just us out here.

“It looks good on you” Joel says quietly quickly peaking at me. I get butterflies in my stomach.

“Oh thanks. I mean thanks for letting me borrow it.”

But there is still something on my mind. I cannot go on with the thought that I pressured him into doing something he didn’t want to do.

“Hey, I am sorry if I made you do anything you didn’t want to do last night.” I mumble quickly, probably to quickly, tears almost prick my eyes.

“What?” his head whips towards me.

I slowly lift my head and look at him. “I am sorry if I pressured you, I know you said we couldn’t and then I kept pushing it I-“ it all happens so fast, but suddenly I am cut off by his lips crashing onto mine. I am to stunned to kiss him back before he pulls away.

“I wanted to do everything to you that night” he breathes out.

I am silent I don’t know what to do, well no I do but, oh fuck it. I throw my cigarette on the ground and grab him and kiss him hard. He follows suit and is quick to walk forward causing me to walk backwards pushing the door open and we are stumbling into the room. He kicks the door closed and we stumble toward the bed. His hands tangle in my hair, as he goes to kiss my neck, moving the collar of his flannel out of his way.

He grabs at his flannel on me and begins unbuttoning it.

“Wait.” I stop him, grabbing his hands. His eyes shoot to mine, worry in them. “Let me do something for you” I take his hands and place them at his sides, then taking my hands and beginning to undo his belt. “Idamae, you don’t have too.” He mumbles but his breathing hitches as I unbutton his pants.

“I want too” I reassure him. I unzip his pants and tug them down; he helps me take them off. Once he’s left in just his black boxers, I drop to my knees, making eye contact as I do. I watch as he swallows, anticipation in his eyes.

My fingers hook into the waistband, and I begin to pull his boxers down exposing him. He’s already hard and much bigger than I expected. I place my hands on his thighs to steady myself; I grab him with one hand and start stroking him slowly.

“Fuck” Joel moans, head falling back. He draws his head back and looks down at me eyebrows creased.

I stick my tongue out and lick the tip. His hands instantly grip my hair.

“Do that again” he says, and so I do. However, this time I take him completely in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, and his hips jerk making him hit the back of my throat.

I keep him in my mouth and begin to move my head; he quickly takes control by guiding my head with his hands.

God id be lying if I said this wasn’t turning me on an insane amount, I mean truly.

“fuck feels so good” When he says that I moan around him, causing him to moan.

“does my girl like that?” I try to nod my head with him in my mouth, my eyes watering as I make eye contact with him. He has this dazed look in his eye, mouth slightly gapped and his head titled as he’s watching himself fuck in and out of my mouth. A picture I would love to have, to look back on and remember how incredible he looked right now.

As he continues fucking into my mouth, he gets a little more aggressive than before, hitting the back of my throat more, but I don’t mind. In fact, I find myself squeezing my thighs together to get some relief. I hollow my cheeks even more.

I feel him twitch in my mouth, “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’re gonna have to stop” he groans. I grip his thigh tighter, and he groans knowing that I am not stopping, in fact I take him further into my mouth until my eyes water. He groans, and a moment later, he’s coming in my mouth. His hands in my hair still

As he comes down, he holds himself in my mouth for a moment, moving in and out slowly before pulling out, and my saliva goes with. I take It upon myself before he leaks out of my mouth, to make eye contact with him and swallow.

He pulls me up, hand coming to caress my cheek, “you’re such a good girl.” I probably could have cum just from that alone, I mean it sure made my eyes flutter and my knees weak

“You like being called a good girl, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk. I give him a slow nod. His thumb touches my bottom lip, and he hovers over my lips for a moment. Just when I think he is about to kiss me he is grabbing the flannel still on my body and quickly pulling it over my head. He picks me up and next thing I know I am being tossed on the bed and his mouth attacks mine.

 I want this. God, I want this. Even though I know there is a possibility that tomorrow he won’t acknowledge me, or that it will all be awkward. I know if anyone found out I would be shamed, god I don’t know if Matilda would ever forgive me. But right now, all I can think about is Joel, and the pulse between my legs.

 Nothing about this is slow. This is a man who knows what he wants and seems as though the world might crumble around us if he doesn’t get it. Luckily, I am just as needy and desperate as him.

His hand trails down my body, groping my breast, and then moving down my stomach and touching where I need him most. I moan loudly from being so worked up and finally getting some relief.

His fingers work fast circles, and I am a moaning mess. “I love the little noises you make for me” he says into my ear making my eyes roll back.

He stops for a moment, pulling my underwear to the side and plunging two fingers inside. I gasp and then begin moaning again as he begins moving them. He then curls his fingers and my hips buck upwards.

“that feel good?” he hums in my ear. I nod my head, mouth slightly opened as I look down to watch his finger disappear inside me.

He lightly bites my shoulder, “use your words” he says as he curls his fingers again.

“yes, yes it feels good!” I whine.

I clench down on his fingers, I know I am close, and I know he can tell too because he picks up the pace. Just as the heat in my lower stomach is about to burst, he speaks, “look at me, I wanna see those pretty eyes as you make a mess on my fingers.”

My eyes look at his, and I have to bite my lip to fight the urge to let them fall closed.

It’s embarrassing how quickly I come. But I can’t help it, suddenly my back is arched, and my mouth is a gap, and I am done for. He keeps kissing my neck, working me through it, and finally when I stop squeezing around his fingers, he takes his fingers out and gently caresses my thigh. “I can’t wait to feel you” He moans, and I feel him poking my leg. Damn I guess my mouth wasn’t enough. But I understand and honestly it makes me feel good knowing that he feels the same way I feel about him. Just his utter existence is enough to make me a trembling mess.

His lips come to mine, and he grabs himself, and finally I feel him slide it between my folds not pushing in yet. Of course, however, because the universe is cruel, my phone rings just as he is moaning.

We both stop, our breathing hard, and our lips red.

“Do you have to get it?” he asks, eyes searching mine looking, or more like praying for me to say no.  

“what if it’s my aunt?” He groans and rolls off me. I get up and grab my phone which I left on the same chair as my clothes, and sure enough its Aunt Louise.

I answer, “Hi” I say quietly into the phone. “Honey? Is everything alright?” I peak behind me to see Joel laying on the bed, completely naked, arms folded under his head, just watching me.

“Ya, I am I locked my keys in the office, So I can’t drive my car.” I hear shuffling on the other side of the phone, “Okay I am on my way, what have you been doing this whole time? I know you called a bit ago, for some reason my ringer wasn’t on. “

I look again at Joel and this time he is smirking at me.

I look back toward the window.

“Joel let me wait with him, didn’t want me waiting in the rain.”

Next thing I know I feel hands on my waist. I look over my shoulder and Joel is there, leaning down to kiss my shoulder. His slight facial hair tickling my neck slightly.

“that man is incredibly nice, always helping.” I hum along, distracted by his lips, and my head falls to the side to allow him better access.

“alright honey, well thank Joel for me I’ll be there is 20-30 minutes, okay?” Aunt Louise says. I mumble a “Will do,” and with that she hangs up.

I throw my phone back down on the chair. “Joel what are you doing?”

“Don’t you wanna finish what we started?”

I mean I do, of course I do. But I get a moment of clarity, that I probably needed. The problem is that I am not on the pill, and I cannot imagine him just having a condom, and Aunt Louise will be here.

“You know I do, but I’m not on the pill.” His kissing stops. “Okay, good call” he sighs, pouting slightly.

I chuckle and grab my clothes off the chair and turn around to face him.

“You should probably put clothes on before my aunt gets here” I motion to him. He nods his head, and proceeds to put his clothes on as do I.

I was worried it would be awkward as we wait, but it isn’t. Joel tells me about his construction business in Virginia, mostly about how even though he is so many miles away, he is still busy, emailing, calling, drawing out plans. If anyone else was talking to me about this I would probably have pretended to listen while daydreaming, but with Joel it’s different. He is what I daydream about.

After a while I hear a car outside and get up and walk to the door, Joel follows me and holds the door open before leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“I guess you’ll just have to give me a thank you another time,” and my stupid brain sends it straight to my core.

Aunt Louise parks in front of the office, and Joel waves towards her.

She gets out of her truck, “Thanks so much Joel.” He shrugs smiling, “no worries.”

He says a quick goodnight then closes the door and me and Aunt Louise quickly go to the office so I can grab my things. I told Matilda I’d be at the motel late tonight just not how late, so me texting her now that I am coming won’t be weird even if its almost 1.

“Thanks so much Aunt Louise, I am so sorry about this.” I feel bad honestly, she is in her pajamas and was probably fast asleep.

“Honey, I don’t care how late it is, where it is, if you need anything ever, you call me. Okay?”

I give her a warm smile and nod.

The drive to Matilda’s is painful, when all I can think about is Joel, and what we did. Luckily when I see Matilda she insists, we sleep and discuss Cole tomorrow, I can’t argue with that. I don’t think I can process anything else at the same time that I am processing what just took place.

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Summary: Idamae is shy and quiet, her whole life she has been told what to do. This summer her mother has asked her to go down to Georgia to help her aunt run her motel. She can only imagine it to be boring, well that is until she lays eyes on Joel Miller. Tension builds and gentle touches and deep desires escalate, and someone must make the first move. She knows it's wrong, god he's double her age, but she just can't keep her eyes and mind off him, and he can't either. They may be complete opposites, but they might be exactly what each other need.

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Chapter 4

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Angel Baby chapter 4

Word Count: 3.3k Authors Note: Wellllllll, This chapter is here earlier then expected, but I thought why not just post it now! Teheheheh I love this chapter. So hope you do to! Also This gif fits perfect I nearly screamed. Okay enjoy!

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There's things I wanna say to you But i'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did

Chapter 4

The room is silent, all but our breaths are heard, and the fan that’s on in the corner.

We stay looking at each others’ lips for what feels like ever.

“Oh, fuck it.” Joel mumbles.

His hands are instantly on my face pulling it down to his and smashing our lips together.

It’s rough and hungry, as if neither of us have kissed anyone in years.

His hands tangle in my hair, and I moan.

He moves his mouth to my neck, sucking and kissing.

I bring my hands to his flannel and push it off his shoulders, he lets go of my hair to take his arms out of it. Then he moves right back to kissing me.

I thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss and tugging.

I feel his hand sneak around my back and grab a handful of my ass. I moan and he takes it upon himself to allow his tongue to slip in exploring my mouth.

The kiss is intense, hot, both of us panting.

Then he’s shoving me away a little bit, “get up.”

I look at him confused, and my stomach drops. Oh, shit is he about to actually leave me high and dry.

“Did I stutter I said get up.”

With shaky hands I get up and stand in front of him, his eyes rack over me.

“Take these off” he hooks a finger under the shorts of my overalls.

I gulp and lift my hands to the clips and let them fall back.

He looks at me the whole time, as I shimmy out of them, only being left in that damn red bikini Matilda got me.

I stay standing in front of him, hands folded out in front of me.

“God you’re so beautiful.” He says as his hands come to touch my thighs running up and down, causing goosebumps to rise.

He pulls my mid section to him and kisses my stomach. My hands go back to his hair.

He does that for a bit, just kisses my stomach, and my hips. I don’t mind.

He stands up, I almost forgot how tall he is, but I have to look up.

I grab at the bottom of his shirt, slowly pulling it up. He takes initiative and quickly pulls it over his head.

He grabs my face again looking into my eyes, “are you sure?”

I nod.

“Words little dove.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

As soon as I say that he’s kissing me again, hard and fast.

His hands grab the back of my knees, “jump” he says between kisses.

As soon as he has me around his waist, he is shoving me against the wall in front of the bed.

His hips grind into mine, and I moan, and he does the same.

He takes my back off the wall and snags his hand behind me to pull on the string of my bikini, letting it slip off.

His turns us around quickly and takes long stride to the bed, laying us down gently. His mouth moves back to my neck; he licks and sucks a spot just below my ear and my back arches into him.

“Joel please.”

He holds himself up with his hands beside my head, “what do you need? Tell me?”

I’ve never had someone ask, in fact usually the other person is already naked and about to finish before I’m even anywhere close.

“I-“ I blush feeling embarrassed. My hands come up and cover my face.

“Don’t hide from me now angel.” He grabs hold of my hands and takes them away from my face.

“Just-“ he kisses me again.

“tell me-“ he kisses my neck.

“what-“ he kisses my collar bone.

“you want-“ he kisses right above my right breast.

My breath picks up, as I peer down to watch him, but he’s already looking at me.

“I-I want your mouth.” I moan as his tongue trails over my breast.

“Where?”

He moves to the left breast, repeating the action.

I whine.

“gotta tell me, or this all stops now” he stats.

I huff, frustrated and grab his hair dragging his face back to mine and look him in the eyes.

I take my right hand and grab his hand bringing it down to my clothed core.

“Here, I want you there.”

He looks down to where his hand is touching, and applies the slightest pressure making my hips jerk, and a whine to slip out.

His eyes snap back to mine, as he rubs me through my bikini bottoms.

“Ya? that what you want?”

I nod fast, “yes please.”

He chuckles, dragging his fingers to my belly before sliding his fingertips under my bottoms, barely grazing my most sensitive parts.

He stays like that, just hovering, then takes his other hand and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“You’re truly an angel.”

He pushes down, and my eyes flutter shut and back arches.

He starts making slow circles, making my breathing quicken. His lips go back to my breast.

My fingers stay tangled in his hair, as he makes his way down.

Once he gets to my bottoms, he pulls out his hand, and I whine from the loss of contact.

he sits up, and grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and kneels before me.

I sit up on my elbows to look at him.

He keeps eye contact with me as he tugs on the string that’s rested on my right hip, and then my left.

He doesn’t look away even when he pulls my bottoms away from me and drops them to the floor.

His eyes break the contact and instead fixate between my legs.

“Shit,” he groans.

“You’re soaked.”

My eyes want to role back just from that.

His hands massage my calf, then move to my thighs swiping his thumb so close to where I need him.

In one quick motion he is grabbing my legs and placing them on his shoulders.

His eyes snap to mine, and then I feel it.

His tongue dragging a long strip up my core.

“Oh my god” I moan.

Very quickly he’s going fast, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in years. I let myself fall back on the bed.

I thank god the motel isn’t that busy, because as much as I am trying, being quiet just isn’t in the cards right now. Not with his head between my thighs.

My hands shoot to his hair again, and I’m practically grinding my hips into his face.

“More please.”

One of his hands moves from its hold on my thigh and I feel two of his fingers and then he’s slowly pushing them into me.

I gasp out loud and grip onto his shoulder.

It’s been so long even his fingers feel like a lot.

“fuck” He says as he starts moving them.

 “That’s it” He whispers as his other hand caresses my thigh.

He allows me to adjust before going a little faster.

Hes back to being eye level with me, one hand holding himself up, the other occupied with, well you know.

“that feel good angel?”

I just nod mouth open slightly.

“Use your words.”

“So good Joel-“ I moan as his thumb begins rubbing circles.

“So good.”

There is a smirk sat on his face as if he’s proud of the stat he has me in.

“faster” I moan out and he listens. I grip his arm with one hand, and the sheets with the other.

My back arches off the bed again, as I can feel myself getting close.

“don’t stop, please I’m close.”

This seems to encourage him. Because he picks up the pace of his fingers and thumb.

And within seconds my head is titled back, and my legs are snapping shut as moans slip out.

He works me through it whispering "that's it" and "good girl" and when my thighs finally relax, he takes his hand away.

I lay there like a limp noodle. My limbs feeling like Jello.

Joel just lays next to me on his side, his arm holding his head up.

He brushes my hair away from my face, and off my neck.

“That was,” I huff turning my head to look at him.

“I know” he says.

But somethings different. He looks deep in thought.

I lean up on my elbows, “are you okay? If you want I can,” I go to grab his belt.

“No, don’t worry about me.” He chuckles.

He kisses my cheek before standing up, “get comfortable I’m just gonna use the bathroom.”

Once he’s in the bathroom I scoot further up the bed and get under the covers, and sleep takes hold.

At some point Joel comes out of the bathroom, but I’m to tired to fully notice, and all I remember is him whispering “happy birthday little dove” and then the door closes.

I wake up to the sun rising and shinning in through the curtains. I roll over expecting to feel someone next me, but there isn’t. Then I remember Joel didn’t stay.

Groaning, I roll onto my back, “did that really happen?”

I close my eyes and its as if I can feel him touching me again.

I force myself up, and look around the room for my phone, finding it on the floor as it must have fallen out of my back pocket at some point during last nights events.

I see that it is 7 am, “shit.” I mutter as I never texted my aunt to tell her I’d be staying somewhere.

I quickly dial Matilda’s number, and she picks up right away, but sounds awful.

“Hello?” she groans.

“Hey sorry to wake you, mind if I come back to yours, I forgot to tell my aunt, and if she finds me at the motel it will just be weird.”

“Ya of course, just umm text me when you’re here.”

I quickly find my keys that I’m assuming Joel put on the TV stand before he left. Suddenly it occurs to me. How did Joel get home?

I push the thought to the side and quickly get up, and rush to Matilda’s before my aunt wakes up and calls questioning where I stayed.

I call Matilda once I pull up and she’s quick to open the front door. She looks like she had a long night.

“Don’t say anything.” She says as she closes the door behind me. I just giggle.

“Lets just go up to my room, no ones awake yet.” I nod and follow her.

Once in her room she is quick to lay in bed but not going to sleep.

“Sorry it’s just if I don’t lay down, I’m for sure going to puke everywhere.”

With that being said I go to sit at her desk, trying to avoid being in the crossfire.

I quickly pull my phone out and send Aunt Louise a message.

“Sorry I forgot to let you know but I stayed at Matilda’s, I’ll be home later!”

She’s quick to message back saying no worries.

“So hey, why did you end up at the motel anyways and not back at home?” Matilda asks mid yawn.

Oh shit.

“Oh, well I couldn’t remember how to get to my house, because ya know I was drunk, but I knew Joel had been to the motel before, so I just told him to take me there.”

She nods hesitantly, “But how did he get back? I mean you have your car so I’m assuming he didn’t take it?”

“Oh, umm ya know I’m not sure.”

She just shrugs then groans as she rolls over.

I decide to tell her I’ll be in the backyard as I am sure it needs to be cleaned up with the amount of people there last night.

I go to the kitchen first and find a garbage bag under the sink, then head to the back yard. Everyone else is still sleeping so I am left to my own thoughts. Which of course drift off to Joel, his hands, his mouth.

I pick up about 20 cans, and a bunch of other random garbage, and I could have sworn there were condom wrappers. But I am not gonna question it.

As I’m turning around to move a patio chair back, I hear footsteps, and Joel turns the corner and stops.

He looks shocked to see me, maybe even disappointed. I don’t say anything, I just place the chair back to where it belongs. I am too embarrassed to admit to myself that the look on his face reads regret, shame. Yet here I was near minutes ago longing for more time with him alone, a replay of last night.

I continue on shoving cans into the garbage, maybe more aggressive than I should, but I am angry, I’m angry at myself, and at Joel. I mean god he said we couldn’t and that we shouldn’t how many times, but yet my stupid drunk self didn’t listen, and now I have to live with this feeling of disgust for myself, knowing that I made it awkward by sleeping with my friends uncle who is 20 years older than me. The worst part is that now i will be longing for last night to happen again.

Then he coughs. I pause what I am doing not daring to look at him.

“Look about last night i-“ I cut him off before he can finish.

“You left, you waited till I fell asleep and left.” I go back to throwing garbage into the bag, Matilda’s friends really know how to party clearly.

He goes to talk again “Idamae listen.” Of course I interrupt him again.

Filled with rage and embarrassment I turn around to face him. “No, you listen to me, You did what you did and then left. You have spent the last few weeks since I’ve been here flirting with me and don’t act like you haven’t. And then you tell me “we shouldn’t, so we wont.” But yet we did, and you can stand there and look at me like you’re disgusted, and ashamed,  but you’re the one who started all of this. So go ahead, tell me you want to put it behind us, act like what you did to me never happened. But then you got to stop the whole flirtatious shit.”

I don’t know what caused me to snap, I don’t know if it was the pounding headache that was creeping up. But the thought of him discarding me, while I won’t stop thinking about him pisses me off. I have never snapped like that at anyone, definitely a first for me.

Instead of Joel giving the generic response most men would give of “ya whatever” and storming off. He does the opposite; he actually has the audacity to smirk at me. Like a genuine smirk.

“What? What are you smiling at?” I ask eyebrows creased.

He lets a chuckle go then says, “I just didn’t think you had it in you. I mean you’re so quiet, timid. Well except for when you’re drunk clearly. But yet you’re here lashing out like this.”

If I could strangle him, I would. Because what is he on about, what part of this is funny. I mean seriously.

“I’ll see you later little dove.” And he watches my cheeks flush as he smirks and turns around heading into the house through the back door.

Either I am insane, or he is, because what just happened. Did him calling me little dove again mean anything? Or is he just trying to annoy me. If it is that, then well it’s working.

I stand there thinking to myself, if he wants to keep flirting, two can play that game. I may be shy, but one thing about me is that I never back down. So, starting now, I shall make him suffer, well in my own ways. I mean, maybe last night will never happen again, and maybe that is for the better, but what's a little teasing? He is clearly doing it to me, so I shall do it back.

Suddenly I hear the back door open again. “You so did not have to do that.” Matilda says as she stumbles out and down the porch steps.

“it’s nothing, I mean truly it is the least I could do.”

Matilda starts helping, after she goes and grabs her speaker to play music. She said she could not stand all the old music the radio station out here played, so instead she connected her phone to her Bluetooth speaker.

By noon we were finally satisfied and sweating from the heat, finally taking a seat on the porch next to all the garbage bags.

“hey, want to borrow some of my clothes so we can get out of these ones.” I nod my head. Once we get to her room, she hands me a cute white sun dress, I thank her and go to the bathroom to change. I slip the white dress on keeping my bikini bottoms on but discarding everything else. We walk downstairs to find her mom bringing out a big bowl of fruit salad and sandwiches out back.

“Oh, girls come have lunch with us.” Matilda walks ahead of me following her mom out back.

Once we get outside, I see everyone there, Josephine, Tommy (Matilda’s dad) and her little brothers, and Joel.

“Idamae take the seat next to Joel, and Matilda will sit across from you that way you girls can chat.” I gulp but make my way over there, my eyes find Joels, and his face is blank. If I am going to commit to doing this, now is the time right?

I take my seat, and so does Matilda. Joel keeps his eyes facing forward, his jaw tense.

“Before we start, I’d like to say grace,” Matilda’s dad says. I watch as they all begin grabbing hands, and I hesitate until Joel grips mine, and so does Matilda’s youngest brother Timothy.

“Actually Joel, why don’t you take it away?”

I look at Joel and he gives a stiff smile to Tommy before closing his eyes, and beginning.

“We thank you god for providing us with the beautiful life we get to live, and for the food on the table. Please watch out for the children, and for those that could not be here with us today. Amen.”

I hadn’t noticed until now, that everyone else also had their eyes closed, and head down. Well, the more you know, I guess.

“That was beautiful Joel” Josephine smiles at Joel as she takes a scoop of the fruit salad and places it on her sons plates.

Everyone passes the food around and once everyone has some chatter breaks out. The brothers talk to each other, Matilda talks to her mom. I stay silent, so does Joel. I use this moment to finally do something, If he wants to keep calling me little dove, then I can do this.

My right hand that once sat on my lap, moves to his knee and I rest it there. I hear his fork scrap on the plate. I smirk to myself and pop a piece of watermelon in my mouth.

“So Joel, have you thought about what I said?” Tommy asks Joel. Joel wipes his mouth with his napkin and clears his throat before responding.

“I already told you I have no desire to go back to that house once my house in Virginia is done.” I take my hand, and move it just on his thigh. His hand snaps to my wrist and holds it there.

“I understand, but you love it here, you thrive here, listen I know what happen to Abigail was horrible but-“

Joel basically throws my hand off his lap and shoots up.

“You don’t ever talk about Abigail.” He shouts finger pointed at Tommy and then storms off towards his truck parked on the side, and we hear his truck drive away moments later. The table sits silent.

That name sounds familiar to me for a second, and then I remember. Matilda said it last night.

I break the silence, curiosity getting the best of me “Who’s Abigail?”

Matilda speaks first.

“Abigail was his wife; she died about six years ago.”

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Angel Baby Chapter 3

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Authors Note: I am obsessed with this Chapter and we have a new character introduced which will be reoccurring. But definitely stick around till the end of the chapter. That is the best part I promise. The end of this has me giggling and kicking my feet LOL. Enjoy.

Pretty little baby Pretty little baby, you say that maybe You’ll be thinkin’ of me, and try to love me Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do

Chapter 3

Life has continued.

Matilda and I spend our time driving to surrounding towns, blasting music and laughing at god knows what.

Its nice to finally have someone, I never really had a friend like her.

Matilda has showed me a lot, taken me to hidden spots where her other friends here go to swim. We go at least 3 times a week.

It’s been about 2 weeks since I’ve even seen Joel. Even when I go to Matilda’s he’s not there. I know the reason I’m not seeing him is because its what I asked for. I mean I pretty much told him to never talk to me or come around.

But I regret it.

Because even though it’s been 2 weeks, I still feel a pinch of hope when I pull into Matilda’s, hoping I will see his face.

Today is my 24th birthday. I’ve tried to keep it under wraps. I didn’t want it to be a big deal, especially because I’m not at home. The thought of having a gathering but it only being two people felt to embarrassing for me to bare.

But this morning Aunt Louise was quick to rush into my room, singing happy birthday with a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes with a single lit candle.

“Sorry, this was all I could find.” She laughs coming to sit on the bed.

“Don’t worry, not sure how you would get 24 candles to fit anyways.” I say shuffling to sit up in bed.

“well go ahead, make a wish.”

A wish.

My mind is blank, well blank except for one thing. Or well, I guess more like one person. Probably because he was in my dreams again, seems to be reoccurring. It’s sometimes different, but along the same lines. It starts when we were at the motel, and well, lets just say it doesn’t end with him saying we can’t.

I close my eyes and blow out the candle.

Wishing for one thing.

“happy birthday sweetie” Aunt Louise gives me a quick hug before placing the plate in my lap and standing up.

“Alright honey eat quick then get up, you’ve got a big day ahead of you”

I take a bite and look at her confused, “no I don’t.”

She gives me a look. A mischievous look.

“Well actually,” she turns around and walks over to the closet going through my clothes.

“I know you told me not to say anything, but I did tell Matilda.”

I stop chewing, and with a mouth full of food I say, “what why?”

“Well because honey you only turn 24 once, and I think you should celebrate, plus you’ll meet new people.”

I groan.

“oh, shush now hurry up and get ready Matilda will be here in 40 minutes” and she’s off.

I quickly scarf down the pancakes then jump up to quickly shower.

When I get back to my room Matilda’s sitting on my bed, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Well about time, you were in there forever. You relieve some stress?” she laughs and winks at me.

I just laugh and turn to my closet clinging on to my towel. If I knew the extent of what we were doing I would probably have a better idea of what to pick.

“Ugh what do I wear? Like what are we even doing?”

She hops up off my bed and stands beside me. “Something cute, and make sure to wear a bathing suit.”

I just nod as me and her look at my clothes, both scanning to see what feels right.

Finally, she takes my short overalls out, “these are cute! Maybe these with a cute bikini?”

“Matilda, I don’t have a bikini, remember? You lectured me last time we went swimming because you said and I quote “you’d think you are married with 3 kids with the way you dress” Plus what if I get cold?”

She laughs.

“Idamae, my friend, don’t you know anything about me yet? I never show up unprepared” she smiles and runs back over to my bed, and grabs a light blue gift bag.

“This is for you.”

I look at her confused then look inside.

Sure, enough it’s a red bikini.

“Well look at that.”

She smirks and winks.

“perfect now you can get dress! I’ll be downstairs.”

She shouts hurry up as she’s going down the stairs.

I quickly rush down after getting ready and find Matilda and Aunt Louise sitting on the porch.

“oh, don’t you look cute” Aunt Louis says.

“Doesn’t she” Matilda smiles.

“Well, I’m ready” I say giving a straight smile.

“Actually, there is one more gift.” Aunt Louise stands up from the chair, and grabs a pair of keys from the side table.

“Follow me.”

Me and Matilda look at each other confused but follow.

“I know you work hard, not just with me, but also during school. And me and your mom have been talking, and we thought you deserved something special.”

And suddenly we turn the corner.

And there it is.

A 1966 red ford mustang convertible.

“Holy shit” Matilda says from behind me.

“This is a joke, right? I mean like you’re just letting me borrow it right?”

Aunt Louise laughs.

“No, its yours” and she grabs my hand and pushes the keys into my palm.

“No, its too much I can’t”

“Oh, stop don’t be silly. It was Charles’, which sat in a shed forever, and I’m never gonna drive it.”

I feel tears prick my eyes.

I look at my aunt and go to her and give her a huge hug.

“Thank you, I don’t think ill ever be able to thank you enough”

“oh honey,” she pushes my shoulder, disconnecting from the hug.

“Thank me all you want, but Joel was actually the one that got it running again.”

I blink hard.

“Wait like my uncle?” Matilda chimes in.

“Ya, after he had fixed the truck, I figured I’d ask and he was quick to say yes. Only thing he asked was that if he ever needed to stay somewhere that I’d give him a room for free at the motel.”

I look back at the mustang, and at my aunt.

“Ill be sure to thank him then.”

That’s if I ever see him, I think to myself.

“Okay well, drive safe and have fun. If you’re gonna be staying somewhere over night just send me a text.” Aunt Louise kisses me on the cheek, then heads back to the house.

“Jesus dude, they must love you this is beyond gorgeous” Matilda drags her finger along the car, walking to the passenger side.

“Its my dream car.”

Matilda gets in “So you gonna drive this thing, or your just gonna look at it?”

I roll my eyes then hop in.

I let the engine roar to life.

“God, I cannot believe she’s mine!” I squeak.

“Well believe it and can we please get going, we’ve got people waiting.”

“who?”

“You’ll see now let’s go” she leans over and turns the radio up.

I pull out and we head into town.

Once we hit town, Matilda tells me to pull in front of the diner.

“But I already ate.”

She hops out, “oh don’t be so boring, just come on.”

I hop out and follow her in. Right away her mother comes up and hugs me, “Oh happy birthday dear.”

I hug her back.

 “Thanks Mrs. Miller.”

“Oh, honey how many times do I have to tell you, call me Josephine.”

I just smile and nod.

“Now what can I get you both?”

I pan over to Matilda.

“We will get two milkshakes, one strawberry, one chocolate. With extra whipped cream please momma” Matilda walks over to the same booth I sat in the first time.

“Coming right up.”

Me and Matilda sit and wait, and she makes jokes about me being old even though I am only a few months older.

“So, are you finally gonna tell me what today has in store, or is it forever gonna be a surprise?”

“Hmmm I like seeing you all agitated so, I’m keeping it a surprise.”

I roll my eyes and cross my arms leaning back.

Matilda gets up quick and walks up to the old jukebox, and a song begins to play.

Pretty little baby

Pretty little baby, you say that maybe

You’ll be thinkin’ of me, and try to love me

Pretty little baby, I’m hoping that you do

Suddenly the door chimes.

And in walks Joel.

He looks around and suddenly his eyes meet mine.

Matilda comes back and sits back into the booth.

“What you staring at?” she turns around and sees Joel.

“Oh, Joel come!’ She waves him over.

He hesitates for a second keeping eye contact with me but makes his way over.

“Hey M, how’s it going?” he leans down kissing her on the head.

“Oh, good, just celebrating Miss Idamae’s birthday.”

He smirks, “Oh that right? Well happy birthday.”

I feel my cheeks get hot, so I hold my face with my hands trying to hide the blush.

“So how you liking the car?” he nods his head towards it parked out front.

“Oh its, its umm great, thank you.”

Matilda speaks up, “Its more then great, it’s the hottest car ever, Idamae looks so good driving it.”

Joel clears his throat.

Josephine comes back with the milkshakes, “here ya are.”

“Joel what are you doing here?” she asks wiping her hands on her apron leaning against my booth.

“Was actually also coming in for a milkshake, had a little craving.”

“Well have a seat I’m sure the girls don’t mind” he looks over at us, and me and Matilda both shrug.

“I’m not sharing my booth with you though, so Idamae scootch” Matilda says.

I scootch over and Joel slides in. Josephine rushes out with another milkshake, his vanilla.

Matilda spends the time teasing me about how fun today is going to be, but how I need to wait. Joel chuckles along.

I try to keep my eyes away from Joel. I made it clear with myself that night at the motel, and I need to stick to it. Even though its hard.

Once we finish our milkshakes Matilda says she just needs to use the washroom.

I sit there awkwardly with Joel beside me.

“Ya know, you can look at me I don’t bite”

And suddenly I fell something, his hand rested on my bare knee.

My skin feels like its on fire.

“Mhm.” I hum.

My eyes turn to look at him and he’s looking at me.

Theres his face, I haven’t seen that face in so long. Too long.

Unless in my dreams counts.

“So, you get everything you wanted so far?”

I want to tell him the truth, to say that all I want right now, is for his hand to move higher. But like he said its wrong. We can’t, so we wont.

“Yup, everything and more.” I gulp. God what I would give to just feel him this close all the time.

Suddenly Matilda’s whistling is heard.

Joels hand leaves my leg, and our gaze separates.

“alright, well Joel it was nice seeing you but me and Idamae gotta leave, we’ve got a busy day.”

“ya of course, I better get going too” he pulls out his wallet and slaps a twenty dollar bill on the table.

“My treat, y’all have fun" and he’s up and gone.

Matilda then takes me to the pond we’ve been swimming at, this time though she has a bunch of other people our age from the surrounding towns there.

She said it’s the closest thing she could give me to a pool party.

Around 2pm I was laying on a towel, soaking up the sun when I dozed off.

I got woken up by water splashing all over me.

“Sorry!” someone shouts.

I look to the pond and see a boy, probably my age.

I dab myself off with the towel.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have laid right there.”

“Hey, are you the birthday girl?” he asks.

“Ya I guess I am.”

“and does she have a name?”

I giggle “its Idamae.”

“Well Idamae I’m Jack.”

“Nice to meet you jack” I smile.

“Why don’t you come in the water” he smirks.

“Oh, I don’t, I mean I just was.”

“Idamae, come in the water.”

I smirk, “no really I’m-“

I am cut off by a big splash of water hitting my face.

“Did you just splash me!” I rub my eyes .

“I told you to get into the water.” I scuff.

“fine, fine I’ll get in the water, but you better have a dry towel I can use.”

Once I’m in the water Jack swims to me.

“So, where ya from?”

“Nova Scotia.”

“What you are doing over here.”

“Helping my aunt over the summer.”

He nods his head, “so Matilda’s your friend?”

“Ya, she’s kind of my only friend out here” I say looking over to her where she is drinking a soda and chatting with some boy.

Cole and her have been having some issues, she says he seems occupied. But not to play devils advocate, but so does she. But who am I to judge.

“Ya I’ve known her since we were in diapers, our moms are good friends.” Jack says.

“So, you got any embarrassing stories I can torment her with, I think its time I get back at her” I whisper.

“Well, actually loads, but that will have to be for next time.” He says swimming closer.

“Next time?” I ask.

“Ya, I think you’re pretty, so what you say, want to hangout later?”

I contemplate and pan over to Matilda.

“I think I’m pretty busy today, Matilda’s got my day filled up.”

Just then jack shouts toward Matilda, “M mind if I steal Idamae for the evening?”

“No, no way, Jack you stay away from her. Plus, she is busy later.”

I squint at her “am I?”

She smirks “oh definitely.”

Around 8pm me and Matilda are finally back on the road, she tells me we are gonna go back to the diner to grab some dinner, before we go back to her house.

The diner is packed at this time with all the locals.

As soon as we are done, Matilda slaps money down then shoots up and looks at the watch on her wrist.

“Okay we better get going or we’ll be late.”

I look at her confused, “Late for what, thought we were just going to your house?”

“We are.”

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”

“I told you; it’s a surprise.”

So here we are driving down the dirt road toward her house.

As we get closer, I hear music playing, and people laughing. I turn onto the driveway, and Matilda instructs me to follow her.

“Alright, I know you said you didn’t want anything big, but I felt like it was my duty to show you how we celebrate over here.”

And just then we turn the corner, and I spot a ton of people. The backyard is filled, the radio loud, and everyone has a beer in hand.

Once Matilda makes our presence known everyone turns and shouts happy birthday and raises their beers.

Just then that guy Jack walks over and hands me a beer,

“told ya I’d see you later.”

I just laugh and take a sip.

Just then I notice Joel, leaned up against the shed he had just built, and drinking a beer.

I feel Matilda pull on my arm, “my momma made you a cake.”

Josephine walks out the back door, holding a beautiful strawberry short cake.

“Everyone come gather around.” She speaks.

Just then everyone walks over to the table on the deck, and Matilda pushes me into the chair at the head of it.

Josephine sets the cake in front of me with eight candles lit.

“Alright lets all sing.”

Everyone starts singing happy birthday, well everyone but Joel.

When we make eye contact, I don’t divert my eyes this time. And truth be told, him not singing with everyone feels hurtful. Does he seriously not like me so much that he can’t even just humour me.

“Alright sweet pea,” Josephine says, “Make a wish.”

I lean forward and make sure I don’t break eye contact with Joel as I blow out the candles.

Everyone’s claps take me out of the trance. And I smile looking around and thanking everyone.

At the corner of my eye, I see Joel disappear into the house.

A few hours later I am more then a few beers in, and a few rounds of beer pong deep. Its official I suck.

Its also official that Jack likes me, at least that’s what Matilda keeps saying. Although she’s just as drunk as me so who knows.

However, I have felt his hand on my lower back, and his stare quite a bit.

Its around 12 am when jack drags me off to sit down with him by the fire.

“So did you have a good day?”

I nod, “ya, I’m actually glad Matilda did all this.”

Jack takes a swig from his beer and looks at me.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he says, and I giggle.

Not because it’s funny, but because I’m drunk and just about anything would cause me to giggle.

“I think I better not.”

“Oh, why not come on.” Jack grabs my hand.

I squeeze my eyes trying to shake the drunk feeling. I take my hand back.

“No jack, not tonight.”

I stand up and stumble, but as I’m about to fall over someone catches me.

“Woah, careful there.”

Joel.

He helps steady me.

I giggle again; “Thanks” I grab his arm.

He creases his eyebrows and looks at me, “You okay little dove?”

“Mhm, just maybe drank to much.” And I giggle again.

“Maybe I should get you home.” I look at him and smile patting his arm.

“That’s sweet, just let me get my keys.”

“You sure you can manage?”

“Yup!” I send him a thumbs up as I stumble away.

I walk up the porch and find my keys, but decide to take a seat, when Matilda comes over.

“How you doing hun?” I just smile.

“Oh, never better.”

She laughs.

“Why do you have your keys, where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m not driving, Joel said he’d take me home.”

She nods.

“Ya know I’m shocked he came; we always invite him to these things, but he never comes.”

“Why?”

“Not sure, he always says it’s cause he’s busy, but I think it’s because it reminds him of Abigail.”

I look at her “Who’s-“

I’m cut off by Joel.

“There you are.”

I stare at Matilda a little longer,

“Ya sorry, lets go.”

I stand up and so does Matilda, I give her a hug and she tells Joel to “get me home safe.”

On the walk to my car, I try to think about who Abigail is. Is it a girlfriend, a family member? The way Matilda says it makes it seem like something happened, but what?

“Keys?” Joel asks.

I toss him my keys and we get into my car.

“Alright you’re gonna have to tell me where to go, if you want me to take you back to your Aunts.”

I go to speak, but then I realize I’m drunk to the point I’m not sure I could tell him.

“Just take me to the motel.”

He nods.

The drive is silent, except the sound of the wind blowing through my hair, I close my eyes and tilt my head out of the side, trying to let the cool breeze take my drunkenness away.

After a while I feel the car turn, and I open my eyes to see we are pulling into the motel.

“Here ya go.” Joel parks the car.

“Thank you.” I stumble out, “Oh wait the office key is on the car keys.”

Joel takes the keys out of the ignition, and steps out, “just let me help you.”

He walks to the office and unlocks it, we both walk in.

I go to the hook and grab a key for an empty room, “you staying this time or?”

He chuckles, “ah nope, I’ll just have Matilda drop your car off tomorrow morning.”

I nod my head, then move past him to walk to the empty room.

I know I think I’m walking fine but I already know I am probably not.

I hear Joels footsteps follow behind me, and I feel him when I fiddle with the key to the room.

“I don’t need you to hover ya know.”

Joel chuckles again and reaches his hand from behind me and grabs the key, putting it in the lock and opening the door for me.

“You sure about that?”

I can feel his breathe on the back of neck. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk, or maybe it is because he’s standing so close to me. But all I want right now is him.

I bite my lip to try and control myself.

Suddenly he whispers, “Goodnight Iittle dove.” Into my ear.

God I shouldn’t I really shouldn’t. I try to remember what he said last time. But it isn’t working, not when he’s this close.

Before he can walk away, I grab his arm, “wait.”

Joel looks at my hand on his arm.

“I-“ I take a deep breath. “You never asked what I wished for.”

He looks at me confused.

Now I know it’s the alcohol making me this confident. But I am honestly grateful for it.

I grab his hand and drag him into the room and make him sit on the end of the bed. He stays silent, but the look of confusion never leaves his eyes.

I walk over to the door and close it. Then walk back and stand in between his legs my hands folded behind my back.

“Idamae what are you doing?” he asks looking up at me.

I don’t answer I just bring my shaking hands up to his shoulders, and balance myself while I straddle him.

His breath hitches.

His hands don’t touch me, he keeps them on the bed.

“Idamae you’re drunk.”

I look at him and shake my head, “doesn’t change the fact that I want this.”

My hands sit in between us on my lap.

“Listen I know but we can-“ I cut him off.

“Please, Just once. Just now.”

His eyes stare at mine.

“Idamae.” He whispers, eyes glancing at my lips.

“Please Joel” I whisper back.

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Wellll, I saw something saying Pinterest accounts were getting deleted for no reason. I didn’t believe it, but it just happened to the Pinterest account I made for Angel Baby🫠. Appealing it so hopefully it will be back up soon!

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Just finished writing chapter 3 of Angel Baby and I’m obsessed with how it ends, the chapters 3.6k words. Cannot wait for yall to read it. Makes me even more excited for chapter 4.

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Angel Baby Collage

Heres just a little collage I made inspired by Angel Baby.

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Angel Baby Aesthetic

So I finally got around to making a Pinterest board for the Aesthetic of Angel Baby, and I'll link it with the photo below.

Hope you are enjoying the fan fic so far. I am working on chapter 3 right now and its looking good tehehe.

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Angel Baby chapter 2

Word Count: 2.7k Authors Note: Alright ya'll here is chapter 2. Hope you enjoy. I have also decided to tag the chapters with the tag #angelbabyfanfic that way they're easier to find. So hopefully that is helpful. I have some crazy storylines I'm so excited to write so stay tuned.

Earth angel, earth angel Will you be mine My darling deer

Chapter 2

“Not starting for ya?” 

I look ahead before huffing and opening the door and jumping out. 

“No, I’ve tried” 

He nods his head and holds the door open and nods his head for me to move. 

So, I do. 

He hopes in and tries to turn the ignition again. 

“Yup, sounds shot” I nod along as if I have any idea what that means 

“Okay so now what?” He laughs hoping out. 

“Now you gotta fix it. Luckily for you, I’ve worked on cars my whole life” 

Oh great, just when I was trying to escape him, this happens. 

“Are you sure? I mean I can totally bring it to a shop or something” 

And there he goes again leaning up against the truck arms crossed smirking at me. 

“What? You scared of having to spend time with me? I mean until I’m done fixing her?” 

I gulp, crossing my arms 

“What? No, I just don’t want to trouble you” 

“It’s no trouble at all, plus gives me something to do, I mean I got the whole summer to do nothing. So” 

I nod “okay well how long do you think it will take?” 

He turns to look at the truck, deep in thought. 

“Not sure, I have to get a good look under the hood before saying much. But umm I could give you a ride to wherever you’re staying, that way you’re not stuck here waiting” 

God alone in a car with him. I don’t know if I can handle that. But I don’t really have a choice, it’s either that, or I stay here with Matilda who seems to be beyond occupied. 

“Okay ya sure.” 

He smirks “alright, just let me get my keys, one sec” 

He comes back nearly a minute later, cigarette in his mouth. 

Cigarettes used to disgust me. I mean they still do. But not when it comes to him. 

He hops in his truck, and I follow suit. 

It’s clean, smells like cigarettes a little but nothing crazy and unlike mine his ignition starts fine. And then he does it, the turn and hand on my seat so he can reverse. 

I stare. How could I not? I mean his jaw, his facial hair the way his eyebrows crease. 

And then of course, he catches me. 

“Ya know, I thought I told you before staring was rude” he smirks. 

I face forward again gulping. Could I make this worse for me. I mean seriously. 

“I’m sorry” I fold my hands in my lap, face turning red and look out my window. 

“‘S okay sweet thing” 

Sweet thing. 

I almost like it better then little dove. 

“I like it when you stare” 

That makes my head snap to him as he’s turning onto the highway. 

“What?” 

He’s smirking, because of course. This is fun for him. I mean why wouldn’t it be, a young girl checking him out every five seconds, and him knowing he’ll never want me, but being nice enough to play into it. 

“Cause then I don’t feel guilty staring at you” 

Wait, what? I mean I thought he had been staring. Or purposely making me nervous, giving me pet names. I assumed it was all in my head. But maybe I’m wrong? 

I can’t say anything but look at him, eyebrows creased. 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that” he says.

He snaps his head to me quickly before facing the road again. 

“Why wouldn’t I look at you hmm?” 

I rack my brain. I don’t know maybe it’s because I’m shy, awkward, not from anywhere near here and also, about 20  years younger than you. 

I don’t say that though. 

“I don’t know, I just never noticed I guess” 

I’m lying, I’ve noticed everything he’s done. 

“Ya right” he scuffles. 

Silence creeps its way between us. Me to shy and nervous to say anything, and him probably satisfied with the state he has me in. 

So, he turns up the radio, and the old music fills the truck. 

The windows are down, and Joel has one arm out the window, while his other is on the steering wheel. 

It’s a sight to see really. 

And of course, it’s once again like the radio can read my thoughts. 

It doesn’t take long until we are back at the motel where I asked him to drop me off. It’s around 2pm and I go in the office to let Aunt Louise know that I am back. 

But she isn’t there, just a sticky note sitting on the front desk that reads,

Sorry hun, went with a friend for lunch a few towns over. Don’t worry about keeping the truck I got my old beetle to start. Might not be back for dinner, so feel free to get yourself something.

Love aunt Louise��

Oh shit. The whole point of me getting dropped off here was so I could tell her that I can’t take the truck anywhere. 

I know she got a ride to the motel after church, but now I’m fucked. 

And then the bell chimes meaning someone has come in, I turn around and it’s Joel. 

“Everything good?” 

I look back to the sticky note and hold it up. 

“Oh ya, she just won’t be back till after dinner. And I don’t have a house key, but it’s fine I can just hangout here. Thanks so much for the ride and for helping with the truck I-“ 

He cuts me off. 

“I’ll wait here with you. Don’t wanna leave a young thing like you alone at a motel. Who knows what kinda people may stop bye.” 

He’s not wrong, now its fine, but at night? I would definitely be nervous. 

“Okay thanks, umm you can just make yourself comfortable. There is a tv and couch in the back office if you’d like. And I think some cola in the mini fridge to.” 

He nodes and walks back there, and I hear him turn the tv on. 

Hours go bye and still no Aunt Louise. 

Then my phone rings. 

“Hello?” 

Right away I get a response. 

“Oh, hey hun, it’s Aunt Louise, I left my phone at home so I’m borrowing my friends. Just wanted to give you a call and let you know I’m gonna be staying at my friends tonight, so don’t wait up. And if u need anything call this number, okay?” 

Fuck. Am I really gonna have to sleep in a room at this motel. I don’t have a key to get into the house. But she sounds like she’s having too much fun to tell her to come back. 

“Ya okay no worries. Have fun!” 

I try to sound as enthusiastic as possible. 

When she hangs up, I curse under my breathe. 

“What’s that about?” Joel steps out from the back. 

“She isn’t coming back till tomorrow morning. So, I’m just gonna occupy a room. You can go seriously it’s fine.” 

I go to get up and grab a room key. Might as well get comfortable now. 

“Actually, your aunts a funny one, and didn’t just have cola in the fridge, but beer as well. And I may have helped myself. Don’t think I should drive back now, don’t wanna get into an accident” 

And there’s that smirk, that stupid, sexy smirk. It makes me nervous, everything about him makes me nervous.

“Okay well you’ll have to pay for a room” 

Did I really just say that, wtf is wrong with me. Like actually. 

He laughs out loud, “I help you, and you won’t even give me a discount? You’re cold little dove” 

He takes his wallet out and slaps a hundred dollar bill on the table. 

“I’ll grab change” 

“No worries” he says putting his wallet back into his back pocket. 

I just nod. 

“Okay well let’s see, umm-“ 

I scan over the keys and shit. The only one available is the one next to mine. Perfect. 

I lift my hand and its shaking. Not because I’m worried about what he will do, but because of what I might do.

“Here you go” 

I hand him the key with shaky hands. 

“Oh, look at that, we’re neighbours” 

I just nod. 

He heads over to his room shortly after with the beer he found in the mini fridge. I stay in the office until the sun goes down then close up and head to my room.

As I get to my door, I hear a crash and swears coming from Joels room. I have an internal battle. Do I knock and make sure he is okay, or do I just mind my own business. I mean it is almost 10 pm. He could be just trying to go to sleep.

Oh, fuck it.

I walk over to his door and knock. Joel swings open the door quickly after.

“Everything okay? I heard something break.”

Joel sways a little bit, and suddenly I realize. He’s drunk.

“Are you drunk?” I tease.

He just scuffs, “Listen, I’m a grown man, I ended my night with a few beers.”

I peer into the room and see about 8 beers empty on the bed side table.

“Is a few the right word?” I laugh.

“Where did you even get those? I don’t think Aunt Louise had that many.”

“Had some in my truck” he nods toward his truck out front.

And suddenly his eyes are fixed on me.

I stare back.

There is something about the sun being gone, and it being silent, except for the crickets. Maybe it’s the way he licks his lips, or the way his eyes glisten. Or maybe it is the fact I have not been touched in a while. But suddenly I’m pushing past him into his room.

He seems to stumble a little looking at me as I sit on the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asks eyebrows creased.

“I umm, I don’t know.”

I fidget with my hands.

Truthfully, I want him to sit next to me. I want him to brush my hair away from my neck, I want to feel his lips. But its wrong. I know it is.

Truth be told I’ve always found older men to be more attractive, I mean its not hard when your generation of men are all narcissists.

My ex boyfriend was one, and he was the reason I swore off men a year and a half ago. But suddenly, Joels here.

He’s strong, looks like he has worked with his hands for years, and to be frank he’s hot.

Joel makes his way over, standing in front of me and my head tilts up to look at him.

“Idamae what are you doing?” he asks again.

And I look at him more confused. God did I read this horribly wrong.

“I’m sorry I thought” I stand up abruptly.

His hand catches my arm as I get ready to go to the door and leave.

“Wait, just wait”

His eyes squeeze shut.

“You know this is wrong? Right?” he asks.

His eyes are dilated.

I just nod and look down.

His hand grabs my jaw lifting my head up to look at him.

“Trust me, there is nothing more I want right now then this” he motions between us.

“But you know we can’t, and we shouldn’t. so, we won’t”

Tears almost prick at my eyes. God, I feel stupid, and sexually frustrated.

“No, you’re right Joel, it won’t happen again. In fact, I think it would be best if you just dropped the truck off here when you’re done. No need to see each other I’ll have Aunt Louise give you the money when you’re done.”

And that’s it I leave the room and finally go to mine.

As soon as the door to my room closes, I lean my back against it. Fuck I am stupid.

I take a second and take some deep breathes before rinsing my face with warm water and then laying in bed.

I fall asleep to the thought of him.

My phone ringing wakes me up, and Aunt Louise name pops up.

“Hello?”

“Oh, honey are you okay? You aren’t at home?”

I sit up in bed trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes.

“ya it’s a long story, but I’m at the motel, your truck broke down at Matilda’s so I couldn’t get home, and I don’t have a key for the house.”

“you should have said something I would have come! Okay don’t worry ill be there soon, okay? Just give me like 20 minutes.”

She hangs up quickly.

I quickly get up and tidy up the room before going back to the office.

When I walk out, I notice Joel having a cigarette beside his truck. I quickly divert my eyes and try to scurry away.

“wait” he says putting out his cigarette.

I stop and turn to look at him as he walks over.

“yes?”

“I think we should talk about last night?” he rubs the back of his neck.

“Its fine really, it won’t happen again, lets leave It there, okay? Thank you for all your help, but seriously lets just forget it got it?”

His face drops.

“Okay got it.”

Just then my aunt pulls up. She is quick to get out of the car.

“Oh, dear I am sorry you had to sleep here last night, was everything okay?” her eyes scan

me and then Joel.

“Don’t worry everything’s fine, well everything but the truck. I’m sorry auntie but it wouldn’t start”

She shakes her head smiling, “don’t you worry about it I can have someone fix it.”

Suddenly Joel clears his throat, and my eyes scan his.

“who’s this?” Aunt Louise askes looking between us.

“This is Joel, my friend Matilda’s uncle.”

“oh yes, you’re Tommy’s brother, aren’t you?”

“sure am. Oh and don’t worry about the truck I can fix it, already told Idamae that. Should have it done in a few days hopefully.” He gives Aunt Louise that smile of his.

“Oh, that is to kind of you, thank you”

He just nods, “well I better get back, see you both soon.”

And he’s off.

On the drive back to my Aunts house she asks a million questions, how I got to the motel, why Joel was there and x y and z. I tell her but leave out some minor details, not wanting to admit my stupidity.

The following days are normal. Aunt Louise finally got me a key for the house, and I work at the motel from 8-3:30, giving me time in the evenings. But I really don’t do much. Matilda has tried to contact me, but I refuse, at least for now. I feel like she will look at me and just know, know all the inappropriate things I think about when it comes to her uncle.

On Wednesday though, as I’m getting ready to leave the motel, Matilda walks in.

“hey” she says.

“Oh hey”

“Sorry I know you’re working, but me and my uncle are dropping off your truck.” I nod and say thank you.

Aunt Louise comes out from the back and asks what’s going on, and soon after she is rushing outside to try and give Joel money.

He declines, over and over again.

Finally, she stops and instead turns to me and Matilda.

“Why don’t I give you girls some money instead and you all can go to the ice cream shop in the town over, or to the diner?”

Before I can say anything, Matilda is saying yes and hoping in my truck.

I don’t have the heart to say no.

So we go, and the drive is silent, and it scares me.

“are you okay?” she asks.

“what? Oh, ya I am. Why do you ask?”

“you just haven’t wanted to hangout or talk. I know I can be a lot, and I am sorry about that. I am also sorry about always talking about Cole.”

I briefly look at her, “don’t worry about it. What about a clean start ya?”

She huffs “yes please.”

And so, we start over. We go get ice cream, and for the first time we genuinely talk.

She tells me how she’s in school for law; I tell her I’m in school to be a teacher.

We talk about boys; she tells me more about Cole and I briefly bring up my ex.

But I would be lying if Joel didn’t slip through my mind.

Because he did.

He seems too always.

And I just don’t think that will change anytime soon.

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Angel Baby

Just heads up I have started putting the tag #angelbabyfanfic on the chapters so they are easier to find. so hopefully that is helpful!

also, since starting this fan fic I have wanted to completely change my style, to like vintage americana. But anyways, that is kind of the vibe of the fan fic, so keep that in mind when reading. I am trying to get a Pinterest board together, to give more context, so that will be soon trust.

Anyways I have chapter 2 coming tomorrow. So look out for that.

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I love how TLOU HBO uses colors…

Before Sarah dies the colors are a lot warmer, a lot “kinder”, almost

But when she dies, and it transitions to present day, the colors get colder. More stark.

But Ellie’s colors are warm

And you see that contrast…

…then you see their color schemes come together