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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, Dimitra is a fierce little thing when she wants to be. And ugh, I hate it when I disappoint my mom. (I have a couple times.) I'd rather chew glass. And I know you can do a paternity test while still in the womb, but I was under the impression it's not really that good for the baby. I've heard that procedure can raise the chance of a miscarriage. And icky. Thanks for that little bit of information, lol. And trust me, Criss isn't off the hook.

Criss sat on the couch. He watched as Marilyn put the roses in a vase and set them next to the couch.

“No one’s ever brought me roses before.” She looked at the flowers sitting in the sunlight.

“Well, I thought that maybe you deserved them.” Criss pressed his knees together. Why did he feel like a boy on prom night? His palms were sweating. Criss Angel never got this anxious!

“Why did you lie to me? That first night, why didn’t you tell me who you were?” Marilyn asked. She pulled her legs up next to her on the couch.

“Because if you were going to do anything with me, I wanted it to be because you were really interested, and not because I’m Criss Angel.” He shifted.

“But don’t you think that was my choice to make?” Marilyn kept a calm tone. Criss wondered how she was able to make him so uncomfortable so easily. He shrugged.

“Yes.” He admitted.

“And you made it for me.”

“Yes,” he looked down at his feet. Marilyn absently stroked her flat stomach and sighed. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Pregnant,” Marilyn laughed. “That’s the only word for it. Pregnant. I hate puking in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I’m terrified because I’ve got no money and no plan… But I’m actually happy.”

“You’re happy?” Criss repeated.

“I really… I really want this baby.”

“Oh,” Criss swallowed. “We really need to talk about it, Marilyn.”

“Yeah, we do.” She agreed. Criss got up and sat next to her. She moved her feet. He reached out one hand and looked at her, asking permission. She nodded and he let his hand rest gently against her stomach. There was a burst of electricity, a certain feeling that started at his palm and traveled all the way up to his shoulder.

There was a life growing inside of Marilyn. A life that Criss was connected to. Criss was connected to someone who hadn’t even come into the world yet. It was a large thought, and he shook his head slightly to banish it.

“What did you want to do?” he asked softly.

“Well, I thought I’d, you know, give birth to it. And then um… Probably feed it and water it. Maybe, I don’t know, love it a little bit?” she blinked. What did he mean, what did she want to do? Hadn’t she just said that she didn’t really have a plan?

“Okay. So you don’t want to put it up for adoption or anything like that?”

“No, of course not.” Marilyn was shocked he was asking. Would she have moved out of her apartment and been so freaked out about money if she was intending to give the baby away.
“What did you want to do?”

“I don’t want a baby, Marilyn.” Criss said bluntly. Marilyn’s eyes went wide.

“I see.” She was quiet for a moment. “Then please don’t come back.”

“What do you mean?” Criss pulled his hand away.

“If you don’t want a baby, fine. I won’t make you do anything. I won’t have my child being around someone who doesn’t want them. Children pick up on that kind of thing, you know. But I’m going to have to ask you not to come around me at all then. I know this is your mom’s house, so call ahead and I’ll make myself scarce.”

“I didn’t mean anything like that, Marilyn.” He blinked.

“Yes, you did.” She stood up. “I’m going upstairs. Your mom will be home in a minute.” Without another word she started towards the stairs. Criss grabbed her wrist.

“That’s not what I meant, Marilyn!” he pulled her close to him. “I didn’t want one. But… I sort of do, now.”

“Are you sure?” Marilyn bit her lip. “I’m not going to have you change your mind every other week, okay?”

“I’m positive, Marilyn. I promise. I want to be near you and your baby.”

“It’s not my baby, Criss. It’s our baby.” Marilyn smiled. Without speaking, she wound her arms around his neck. It felt both strange and comfortable, both wrong and perfect.

Criss let his arms wrap around her waist, his head resting against hers. They stood together like that for a few minutes, holding onto one another. Dimitra saw her son and the mother of her grandchild standing together and smiled. Maybe this could work out after all. She left them alone together while she slipped into the kitchen to start to make something for dinner.

**

JD sat next to his brother in the production office. Criss was signing a couple of papers, looking distracted.

“How you doin’?” JD asked, slinging an around his kid brother’s shoulders.

“Nervous as hell. Does it show?”

“Oh yeah,” JD grinned. “I just wanted to tell you one thing.”

“What?” Criss put down his pen.

“I’m really proud of you for stepping up like that. I know it couldn’t have been easy. And I think Dad would really be proud of you too.” JD put his hand on his brother’s cheek. Criss smiled.

“I think he would be too.” He rubbed his face then. “I’m just so nervous. I mean, Mom went over all the rules and stuff that Marilyn has to follow.”

“Marilyn’s a big girl. I’m sure she’s going to be fine.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to her baby, that’s all.” Criss rubbed the back of his neck.

“Why do you keep calling it her baby?” JD raised an eyebrow.

“Because she’s the one who has to birth it.”

“You helped, Criss. It’s your baby, too.” Criss just shook his head and picked up his pen again.

“I’d really like to get her something, but she said she doesn’t need anything.”

“Well, what’s she craving to eat?” JD asked.

“Nothing. She said she can barely eat. She’s been so sick.” JD just nodded.

“Well, whatever she wants when she starts wanting, make sure you get it for her.” He patted Criss on the shoulder before turning and walking away.
“You’ve still got a good seven months to go, kiddo.”

“Great,” Criss groaned.
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