My Fallen Angel

"Ashlandil!" I squealed, watching excitedly as he stepped off the bus, looking worn out and snappish. I know it had been a long trip for him, especially us being separated after all tjat wed gone through; he looked tired, dragging behind the others. He didn't know I was meeting him, I thought I'd just surprise him instead of waiting for him at home.
His entire face transformed as he saw me waiting for him, my hands clasped together excitedly.
He'd been gone for Warped for what seemed an eternity. I'd missed him like crazy! I'd never thought I'd miss him so much as I did, but in my condition I was quite aware my emotions were all over the place.
And I'd also grown a lot.
There went my figure, right?
"Kenali!" Ashlandil burst, practically shoving CC out of the way so he could get to me. I grinned as he came to me, catching my face between his hands and kissing me deeply, my head tilting back to accommodate, not even giving me a chance to say hello.
He pulled away after a moment, a stupid, silly grin on his face as he knelt, his hands going to cup my stomach, which had blossomed out quite unexpectedly. Apparently my child had a massive growth spurt.
I felt my face redden as he placed kisses against it, cooing gooey words in front of everyone; I didn't miss their snorts, their exchanged grins as he became a big goof and not even cared.
"Ashlandil," I mumbled, embarrassed, causing him to chuckle.
"He's grown a lot, hasn't he?" he grinned, rising back to his feet. "Another month and we'll get to meet our boy!"
He beamed.
I think he was overly happy it was a boy.
I shrugged, letting my eyes drift from him to Andy as he stepped off the bus, a distracted look on his face as he talked on his phone, his words too muffled for me to understand.
I'd told Ashlandil everything about that night, I didn't want to lie to him. He hadn't been pleased, In fact he actually didn't speak to me for several days once he realized Andiel had been there, in his true form.
But then everything had gone back to normal, as if he'd come to terms with it and everything was okay; we just didn't speak of it, and it hadn't been brought up once.
I wasn't sure if ashlandil was displeased because he hadn't been the one to save the day or because it had just been Andiel, but I suppose it didn't matter, not anymore.
And it was okay.
Because I loved both of them, Ashlandil knew that.
and hopefully that would be enough.
"Hey, Kenna!"
"Hi, CC," I grinned at him as he slowly meandered to us, his eyes immediately flicking to my watermelon of a waist before he gingerly hugged me, as if worried that if he squeezed too hard I'd pop.
"You look, um...."
"Big?"
"Yeah, sorta."
"CC," Ashlandil glared at him as I chuckled, letting my hand rest protectively. I was big, so I didn't take offense, I was just relieved it would soon be over with.
One more month, that's all it would take !
I was ready for this to be over, to finally meet my child.
Well, our child.
It might belong to Andiel, but on earth Ashlandil would raise it, be the father. Eventually we would tell him the truth, but....
I wanted to pretend, just for a little while that we were a normal little family.
"You only got another month right? And then we me the kid?"CC asked, leaning back on his heels; I suppose we would always be friends, at least I hoped, because I certainly didn't have any others. He'd been the only one to stick with me, even if he was a human and didn't know the whole truth.
"Yup, finally!" I sighed, Ashlans arm creeping around my shoulders possessively. "I'm very much ready for it to be over."
"Well, yeah, I can imagine. You can go back to dancing afterwards right?"
"I hope so." But I wasn't so sure I wanted too after how the last concert had ended.
"Hey, I better get going," CC suddenly hesitated, his eyes flicking from Ashlans face to mine. "I think Ash is wanting to get you back to your padded cellar."
I snorted, Ashlandil rolling his eyes.
CC actually wasn't too far off.
Ashlandil was way more protective then necessary; our new apartment was already baby-proofed, and we had everything we could possibly need and I hadn't even had the baby shower Ashlandil insisted on throwing in our new home.
At least that was all we had to worry about, nothing... angelic.
Andiel had turned Seraphine into ash all those months ago, and Cronus had apparently done it to himself when he'd destroyed that wall and sent it catching down. We'd found his ashes piled around multiple pieces of fallen rebar, so we could only imagine what must have happened.
But at least it was over.
Iriel was gone, he wouldn't be causing trouble anymore.
We could relax.
Be normal.
And that's all I'd ever asked for.



Some time later....



I smiled, watching as Asher trotted through the field towards me, my arms held wide open for his tinier ones.
"Yay! Good boy!" I cooed, catching him as he tumbled against my chest, his little legs still wobbly and unable to hold him long. I chuckled as I cuddled him to me, running my hands through his thick black curls, feeling him nuzzle closer against my breasts.
It had been an easy birth, I was an angel after all. I'd never seen Ashlandils face look anymore awed as he'd held our child in his arms for the first time, Asher screaming and wailing and shaking his tiny fists. I'd had to coerce him into even letting me hold the child we'd fought so very hard to protect, that we'd risked everything for.
And it had all been so worth it.
Although why his eyes were brown I still wasn't quite sure.
Perhaps because Ashlandil was here, the clear color they'd originally been was just copying his glamours?
I had no idea.
"Dada!" Asher burst, suddenly pulling away from me and waving his arms excitedly. I chucked as he toppled back onto his bottom, unbalancing himself from his wild waving. I internally cringed as his lips puckered, his face drawing as he prepared to cry.
"Hey, kiddo!"
"Dada!" he perked up immediately as Ashlan knelt to lift him up, cradling him in his arms with a grin.
"How's my boy, huh? You being good to Mommy? Treating her like a queen?" he asked, tweaking Asher on the nose and making him giggle. "I know I try to treat her that way every night."
"Ashlandil!"
"What? It's not like he understands," Ashlandil grinned down at me, shifting Asher onto his hip. "Man, he's getting heavy, isn't he?"
"Probably because he eats like you do," I retorted with a smile as he slowly lowered himself down onto the blanket with me, although our son refused to come back to my offered arms and instead snuggled his face against Ashlans neck.
I frowned.
He always wanted to be with Ashlandil instead of me.
"It's just because you're the strict one," Ashlandil had informed me when I'd brought it up. "I'm for once not the bad guy, let me have some fun!"
Fun which meant making our house look like a war zone.
We'd moved out of the city, I didn't want to raise a child there, as much as I did miss it's amenities.
That countryside home Ashlandil had talked about so long ago?
We were raising Asher there. It had acres upon acres of open field and woods, and our house had plenty of space for when his band visited or anyone decided to come over.
Although, I hadn't seen any of his band in quite some time.
And I hadn't seen Andy in years.
I tried to avoid it the best I could.
My lips pressed together at the memory of our stolen kiss, my fingers tracing the patterns in the blanket, the grass poking my bare legs through the thin material.
"Dada!"
"What is it?"
"Bite bite!"
"You want some strawberries?" I watched as Ashlandil reached and grabbed one of the strawberries cut up into small bites out of a container, feeding it to our son who munched so happily on it, juice dribbling down his chin before I could swipe at it.
I leaned back on my palms, watching Ashlandil feed Asher.
My eyes swept over the two of them warmly, knowing I couldn't have asked for anything better. Ashlandil was everything to me, and what I felt for him made all other feelings pale in comparison.
We'd had our little "wedding" ceremony a few months back, so everyone thought we were officially married, much to the dismay of thousands. I still worked at the studio every other day, although I brought Asher with me and had refused to teach classes otherwise.
I wouldn't let someone else raise him.
The band was doing well, their newest album reaching the highest charts, even with Andy doing a solo project on the side.
When I'd heard those songs...
I could tell Andiel had had some input it in.
Break Your Halo kind of tipped me to that.
"Mama!"
"Yes?"
"Hugs!"
I grinned as Asher thrust his arms out demandingy. I leaned forward, letting him hug me from Ashlandils arms, his tiny ones wrapping securely around my neck for a few moments. I doubt I would ever get used to being called mama.
It should be impossible for me.
Ashlandil smiled at me, his hand rising to caress my hair before he leaned to kiss my forehead.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too." I smiled.
How could I not love my fallen angel?
He'd given me the world and more.
Perhaps Falling to earth, it wasn't as bad as what I'd expected.

Notes

Welp, that's it guys! This is the last chapter of MFA! It's been a long, crazy ride, but thank all of you so much for sticking with me even when it took months between updates! And for pushing me to keep going even when I was a whiny butt and didn't want too.

Probably my favorite part about writing this was the friends I made because of it, I don't know what I would do without you guys now! Thank you so much everyone! <3 <3 <3