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A Moth Into A Butterfly	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Criss Angel. This is a work of fiction. I make no money off it.

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AN: Ero, someone needed to put Criss in his place! Too bad he's got such an ego it doesn't take. Sometimes it does seem like women give up a lot to have children. Maybe that's why I'm scared to have any, lol.

Marilyn lay down on her bed. She curled up, holding her stomach. She was crying harder than she could ever remember crying. There were soft footsteps on the stairs, and she felt Dimitra sit down next to her.

“Are you going to be okay, Marilyn?”

“No,” she sniffled. “I’m not. I won’t be okay at all.”

“Can you tell me what happened? I don’t understand. Is this Criss’ baby?” Dimitra was rubbing her back.

“Dimitra, this is my baby. But yes, he is the father.” She sat up. “Criss lied to me. He said his name was Nicholas, and I hadn’t really seen Criss Angel, so I didn’t know any better. So yes, he and I had sex. But before the morning he packed me up and sent me away.” She dried her eyes against her wrist.
“And now he doesn’t believe me that it’s his baby.”

“You’re positive?” Dimitra eyed her.

“One hundred percent.”

“Wait right here.” The woman left and returned lugging her huge old Bible. In it she had recorded her marriage, the deaths of her family members, the birth of her sons, and the death of her husband. In its pages she had found comfort and guidance.
“Put your right hand right here.” She tapped the cover. “I want you to swear to me, Marilyn, that this is my son’s baby.”

“Dimitra,” she placed her hand on the Bible. “I swear to you, this is Criss Angel’s baby.”

“Okay.” She kissed the girl on top of the forehead and pulled a blanket over her. “I think you need to try and get a nap, Marilyn.”

**

“Christopher!” she burst into the production office, clutching her little black pocketbook. JD looked at his mother and cringed. She was about to start a scene. And with good reason.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” her soon stood up from his desk. Criss looked concerned. His mother never came in like this unless something was really wrong.

“What are you doing to Marilyn?”

“Oh, are we on about her again?” he groaned. “Mom, she’s a fake. That is not my baby, and I don’t like her spreading stories about me like that.”

“It IS your baby, Christopher!”

“Well, if it’s mine why didn’t she tell me right when she found out?” he demanded.

“How could she when you lied and said you were somebody else? And even if she knew who you were, you kicked her out. She couldn’t just waltz in here and present you with a positive test, could she?” Dimitra had thrown down her a purse, always a sign that she was angry.

“I don’t know, Mom.”

“Christopher, it’s not fair to say that she’s a liar. You slept with her, she’s pregnant, and she wore to me on the Bible that it’s your baby. Now are you going to step up and be a man, or are you going to make that girl do everything on her own?”

Criss only sank down onto his seat. He said nothing, didn’t even look at his mother. Dimitra stood there for a few minutes, waiting for an answer. She snatched her purse and shoved it under her arm. Wordlessly, she turned and started to walk away from him. The whole room was silent.

When she was halfway to the door, Dimitra turned.

“Your father would be sick with disappointment.” She announced. JD stared. His mother had never brought up their father at a time like this. Tears instantly swam in Criss’s eyes.

As soon as his mother had left, Criss stood up. His chair fell to the floor with the force of the motion. He pushed everything off his desk and stormed off, the very picture of rage.

“Um….” One girl said. “I really don’t know what to do here. Is it okay if I go home early?”

Everyone looked expectantly at JD who nodded.

“We won’t get much done today. Everyone can pack it in. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Everyone slowly began shuffling out, murmuring to themselves. JD finished up what he was working on before heading up to his brother’s suite.

Criss was sitting on the couch, petting his cat. He didn’t look up when JD came in. The man crossed the room and sat down next to his brother. Criss was often this way. He’d tell you everything he needed to, but in his own time.

Hammie gave JD a pleading look. He reached over and gently took the cat from Criss. He had been petting the cat much too hard, not realizing it. Hammie ran away, presumably to hide under the bed.

“Talk to me, Criss.” He said softly.

“Dad would understand!” Criss cried. JD said nothing. “That girl is trying to take me for a ride. She either wants money or fame!”

“I don’t think she does. You said she didn’t know who you were.”

“She said she didn’t know. I think she’s lying, JD. I don’t think I’m the baby’s father! I couldn’t be. I mean I always wear a condom!”

“One hundred percent of the time?”

“Yes!”

“Those things break, little brother.” JD shrugged. “Nothing in life is fool proof. Except not sleeping with someone in the first place.”

“God, I can’t believe she’d go off and stalk my mother like that. And I can’t believe she’s turned Mom against me. My own mother!” Criss shook his head.

“She didn’t stalk Mom, Criss. I really think she’s telling the truth. She didn’t know who you were, she met Mom in the drug store, she’s got no money, and she’s scared. Haven’t you noticed how young she is?” JD drummed his fingers against his thigh.

“She got you too?” Criss said, dismayed.

“She didn’t ‘get’ me, I just saw the look on her face when she told me about Nicholas.” He went quiet for a minute. “Mom was right though. Dad would be really disappointed in you, Criss. You owe her the benefit of the doubt. As soon as the baby’s born, you can do a paternity test. But until then you need to help take care of her. It takes two to tango, there’s no excuse for making her do all this alone.”

“I know that.” Criss said softly. JD stood up and walked away, leaving his brother to sit and think.

***

There was a knock on the door a few hours later. Marilyn got up off the couch. She had been reading a baby book that one of the girls at work lent her. She wanted to try and see what was coming up for her, and how long this morning sickness would last.

When she opened the door, Criss was standing there, with a bunch of flowers and something wrapped.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly. Marilyn did not speak, only stood and looked at him. “I wanted to talk. That is, if you want to talk to me.”

“Maybe.” She said carefully. “What did you want to talk to me about?” this had better not be about some sort of pay off or something. Criss held out the flowers. Bright red roses.

“These are for you. I didn’t think anyone had brought you flowers yet. You know, as a congratulations for being… pregnant.” He said it awkwardly, but Marilyn knew what he meant. She smiled just a little and took the flowers.
“And—and here. This is for your—um, the baby.” He thrust out the wrapped package. It was small, so Marilyn managed to unwrap it, even holding the roses.

Inside was a small toy truck. Marilyn spun a wheel and looked at Criss.

“It’s a little early for this. You know that, right? And it might not be a boy.” She set the toy down on the table next to the door.

“Oh I know. I just…” he trailed off and shrugged uncomfortably.

“Would you like to come in, Nicho—Criss?” Marilyn asked, still holding the roses. Criss nodded, and couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he stepped inside of his mother’s house once again.
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