My gift is my song, and this ones for you

Fate was a cruel, cruel thing, taunting him like that, dangling what he had wanted most in his life right in front of him, knowing that he would never be able to have it. He should've been back in Tortuga with her, enjoying their children, caring for them, playing with them, loving them. But that would never happen. Never. He was bound to be alone for the rest of his life and it was something that he had to come to terms with. Having his own blood family was not meant to be, but that didn't mean that he couldn't create his own family. Family wasn't determined by those who were of your blood, but instead by those who you wanted in your life and who wanted you in theirs. That was family and Demonio did have his family.


Alena. That was her name. She was the ivory assassin who had helped him back when he'd been looking for Desdemona, the one he had fought side by side with when the rogue's had come to attack them. And now she was here, pregnant. Who would've of thought. She easily recognized him, his distinct mismatched eyes a dead give away. She rose from her spot before the water, padding across it to come to side beside him, noticing the expression of shock that was written across his face. What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost. He almost had, but he wasn't about to let her know what was going on with him. He didn't need to burden her further. Alena, excuse my rudeness. It's good to see you again, I didn't expect to see you so soon and heavy with pups. His good natured smile came back easily across his pale lips as he wiped every thought of his ex-wife from his mind, turning his head down to look at the smaller white woman, gaze roaming across her figure. She was pregnant. But by who?




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