Descending the staircase down to where I see Mom and dad 'interrogating' chocolate covered face trixie. I tried my hardest at containing my laughter but failed. " No, mommy." She said as innocent as she could. Uncle Dan snickered. I splutter a giggle at Trixie grinning my way and tapered pieces of chocolate cake crumbs were in her teeth.

" It's just cake, Chloe." Dad stated.

" This is not just about cake, Dan. This is about honesty and personal responsibility. And you, I don't want to hear nothing smart out of your mouth, Missy. You are her older sister. A role-model she looks up to. Don't you start." Mom, stern on her word, scolded arms crossed. Then dad places his mug of black coffee on the table.

" okay. I will handle this."

Dad, rounding mom, moves to where trixie sat at the dining room table. 'I wonder how this will be play out. Now I'm curious.'

Dad patted behind my shoulder, I shook my head in reply to his 'Stop it' look. My eyes cast over to mom, who came up to me and leaned on the counter.

" Monkey, hey. Do you remember when we had that talk and how lying is a really bad thing? Well. Some of your birthday cake is missing. Now, I didn't eat it. I am pretty certain Ellie hasn't touched it and we know your mommy didn't eat it. So.."

uncle Dan, coaxing Trixie to tell the truth even if it's obvious she is the cake eating culprit, purposely lowered his voice.

He waited a little longer for Trixie to fess up and it didn't take much until she finally said.

" I did. I ate the cake. But Lucifer said it was okay." She sheepishly admits.

" he said, if you really want to do something, you should. Then he said something about wanting to do Ellie. I didn't understand why he was said that, daddy. It's okay though! He's funny. Doesn't matter."

Trixie, naive to Lucifer double-sided implied entendre, repeated. I choked on air, appalled. Face burning I looked anywhere besides Trixie, mom made a complete stop of drinking a cup of brew she made.

" and I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake, Daddy. I save some for you, Ellie! Don't worry. I would never eat it all. Thats rude."

Dad, face fading in an instant glare when he heard 'Do Ellie', grits his teeth.

" thats... interesting. Why don't you go grab your stuff? Ellie, Hon. can you please help your sister pack for the day? While I speak to mom."

'Oh. That doesn't sound like a good thing at all. I can sense an argument coming.' Didn't have to tell me twice, I thought, making a follow to Trixies room. I had my own school bag already shouldered and didn't need to pack anything. I would be meeting Aidan for lunch.

Speaking of my kids. Ana, on cue, came groggily walking in to trixies room wearing a white frill cotton dress down to her knees. That would mean Aidan is seconds behind, which I predict correctly, waltzing in. I didn't know if I was more shocked he was not in usual attire of a leather man jacket or his acquired style today he chose. I chose to be both.

" Didn't take your brother as the type to wear bright colours. An." I state, covering my giggle with a cough. " Take it that was your doing."

Anastasia laughed. She and Trixie collided in a hug, a rapture of their loud trill voices overlap in excitement at again meeting.

" Yes, Mommy. It was me! Did you like what I chose? And my dress? It's the colour of daddy's Angel wings!"

She exclaims, outwardly expanding her arms. I 'huh'. Angel wings. Hands on my hips, I spared a brief glimpse to Trixie whose eyes are glued on being sure she wouldn't miss a piece of her clothes.

" Aidan. Remember how we agreed on no more Secrets. Care to explain what Ana is saying? When she says Angel wings. I'd like to have answers right 'bout now."

There's a whole minute of silence, Ana and Trixie's babbling of princesses followed filling in the space. He was stunned, probable to the fact I am not usually stern with my words which startled me including. He gave up.

" I'd much rather prefer if we spoke, when there's a zero chance of prying ears that can eaves-drop. And I'm not talking about aunt- uh, Trixie."

'Right. I forgot how Trixie is their cousin. Even if it technically means she's the kids aunt, by all intents and purposes, Since I'm her sister.'

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I massage my temples, the low thrumming of my head tensing from stress levels rising to an higher degree by the second. " Let me get this right." I pace back and forth, Aidan tosses an apple around he found in his hand.

" You have wings. Which both are really beautiful, I have to admit. And you self actualised back here in the past 'cause of me? Why? Did I do something?"

My brain made worst case scenarios.

I hated to imagine I was responsible for my kids traumatic future. I'd never forgive myself. He shook his head, vehemently contesting to my words. " No. Mom, it wasn't you."

That'd be a relief, if it I didn't have more questions about the reason for them being here. Anastasia had her nose in one of trixie's old nursery rhyme books and legs kicking in the air.

" I cannot exactly tell you the real explanation behind it. I promised Rory I wouldn't." Rory? Rora. My daughter. A smile finds its way onto my lips.

" Tell me about Rory, Aid. What is she like?" I moved over to sit on my duvet covered bed.

" Rora loves you so much, Mommy! She will be so sad and angry to see we came to see you without her. Amy likes to fight Rora, a lot, about who is yours and daddy's favourite."

I wouldn't subject my children to favouritism. That is simply terrible. I chuckled. " is that so? Well if Amy and Rory were here I'd say to em' I don't have favourites. No mother chooses a fav child, Ann." Aidan bites into the apple. Juices drip on the floor, and I pointed a finger. " You are cleaning that mess off my carpet, Aid. I'll be damned if I walk in that, just to feel sticky."

He threw his head giving out a heavy sigh. My eyebrows pinch in a frown.

" Is.. that attitude? I didn't realise you had it in you, Aidan. I won't ask again."

I snapped but I reel back hearing it come out of my mouth. Aidan barked his laugh to how I reacted.

" Okay, Mom. The name of granddad. I didn't know you had it in you. It's usually dad that gets all orderly and snappy."

He cleared his throat. " to answer. Rory.. she's much like dad, in a sense. Stubborn, does not do as she is told some of the time. Her temper is short-fused. Nonetheless though, she loves you deeply as Ann said." He clasped my hand, an indication of his affection for me.

" Amy. Or Amelia, well... she is you in every single way. A strong-willed, kind, loving girl. She is basically a carbon copy. She likes to dress in old clothes you gave her as hand me downs."

I found myself wiping my eyes dry of tears.

There isn't a reason I should be crying.

" Well you don't need an introduction to me and An. I am named after uncle.. uh, grandpa Dan. Anastasia comes from your favourite movie en.." I finish Aidan's sentence.

" Enchanted."

The two thousand and seven Disney movie. I promise myself if I had a daughter I'd name her Anastasia since it shared a similarity to the kingdom Andalasia. It came true.

" Rory is.. well.. she has her name 'cause of grandma Chloe's love for sleeping beauty. Old Disney. I don't think I've said.. no, I haven't. Amelia has her name dedication from uncle amenadiel. Granddads name, he favours her."

'Wait. Rewind back. Uncle... Amenadiel. As in my guardian Angel, the one man in my life I've known since I was a young girl, is Lucifers b..' I stared, mouth agape. " you.. alright mom?" He asked puzzled with how I was acting. I stand in a second ignoring the lulling buzz in my head.

" Amenadiel. I know you can hear me. Get here now." Using the connection he and I shared, I heard the foreboded sound of his wings seconds later. There he stood, arms both crossed behind his lower back. Aidan, widened eyes of shock, stood as if at attention as though in the midst of an army battalion.

" Uncle Men. Y..You are here. Crap."

He stumbled his words.

" Angels. How could I have not felt you being here? Hmm. Uncle? I don't know who you're referencing but I'm not an uncle. Are you one of Lucifers children?" I get in the middle of the two before a fight would happen. 'Not when An is here.'

Amenadiel clips his wings back in his spine.

I stood toe to toe, facing amen.

" Why did you not tell you are Lucifers brother?" I asked, standing tall in front of him.

I trusted him, not to lie to me, of all people. He calmly cupped my face. He's delicate to gaze at my face studying each of my faces details.

" i wanted to disclose the information much later on in your life. More importantly this was for your own good, Elisabetta. There is much I wish to tell you which I simply cannot. But you have to trust me, Ellie. I'm sorry I didn't tell of my relation to Lucifer. I figured it wasn't worth the discussion."

He disclosed, merely a shrug i see him doing, telling me this information. The thing is how he is too nonchalant about how he lied to me. I pushed his hand away. Anastasia's face, hidden from view by Aidans leg, rushes to hug my hip.

" I give my apologies, Betty. You're right to be mad at me." He said, guiltily. " I did it as way to protect you from hurt and pain."

'He doesn't get to decide that for me.' My eyes stung. Betrayed being the lightest word I could think of. " From Lucifer? Why would you protect me from Lucifer, Amenadiel? He hasn't hurt me! Yeah he might be an asshole, mind my use of that language in front of Ana, How ever I don't need you deciding that for me."

I exclaimed, offended by the fact he'd think Lucifer would intentionally hurt me. He wasn't that kind of man. Much as he irritates me to no end. Amenadiel nodded. " He has shown he's a little decent and less obnoxious around you. I'll admit." He ticked his jaw.

" I might've taken an extra precaution listening to your Mother. You know, your tenacity reminds me all too well of her."

My mother? Does he mean Mom or.. " Your real birth mom, Ellie. Catrina." He specified. ".. and father, Charles, are in the silver city."

I close a hand on my face not expecting amen to tell me the information. " I greeted them when they reached heaven, Betty. They are so proud of the woman you've become."

He dug in his grey robe and I'm handed an envelope with a waxed concealable seal titled to 'Ellie.' That is me.

" Charles wanted me to give you this letter. He made me promise to wait, until the eve of your twentieth birthday. In circumstances like these I think it's a good choice. Read it, Ellie. Take your time." He says, hand steadied on my shoulder squeezing it.

My fingers tremble at the anticipation of reading it, knowing these are the last words I would hear from my birth mother and father.

I break the sealant off, taking out my parents last written immortalised words on this paper.

Our dearest Elisabetta.

By the time you are reading this, your old dad and mom are most likely gone.

There isn't an easy way to admit it either than being honest. we won't be there to celebrate the day of your twentieth birthday. that kills us to know we'll not see you grow, into the beautiful and successful woman, up.

Don't worry about us, though, my love.

If I know the angelic bastard, mind my words of vain in advance if you are reading this far, that i call my friend amenadiel, he will take care of you.

You can trust him, Honey. If it wasn't for him you, our sweet miracle baby, wouldn't be here reading this. So forth we must tell you. Angels and heaven is real. You can say you have your own guardian Angel. To be with you for all of eternity. In death and in life. We prefer life.

It isn't easy saying a goodbye.

Because it means we will not meet again in this life. Your mom and dad are waiting for you, sweetheart, here. Please know we are at peace, knowing we protected you, and your future. from the monster that was out to get you, that now hopefully lays six feet under the earths soil. We will leave you with these. Which I, along with your mother, have left.

In hope it will protect you from the evil in this world. This special piece of jewellery is from special titanium plated silver.

the exact material of the necklace amenadiel wears.

It will help protect you, our dear Ellie.

Amenadiel opened his palm stepping forward. Situated in his hand, a silver brass bracelet was glimmering with a bright luminosity. Which is inviting and drawing me to it. He clipped it on.

We love you, Ellie. When you were born, your mother and I knew you're destined for a life of prosperity. Greatness. Hopeful dreams mom, and dads, in the world pray to god for. These words are just the start, of our journey in our new home here in heaven, but not the ending.

Live. Live for us, Ellie. Please don't be upset.

The letter ended. I realised I had started to sob and my hands quivered. " This is all too much." I admitted, Aidan caught my arm just when I collapse back in his hold.

" There is another I need to inform you about. It's Information, left out of the letter, your father forgot to give." My hand goes to my temple feeling the effects of a migraine forming. " I need to be certain you're okay, ready, at hearing this from me. Though."

'It couldn't be worse than reading my mom.. my dad's, last words on a freaking letter.' My eyes sweep across the letter, again, then back to amenadiel. " Tell me." I said, voice weak and croaked. He inched his legs in a bend, going to my height on the bedroom floor. He breathed.

" Do you know Malcolm Graham?"

Amen asks me, hesitating which I've haven't seen him do in the time I've known him. Malcolm is from aunt Chloe and uncle Dan's case.

" I'm sorry. I hate putting this burden on you. He's your.. He is your Father. Not Charles. Not Daniel."

'Malcolm Graham. Malcolm Graham.. No. that can't be possible.' My mouth filled with vomit. I'm related to that Monster. I had too many of these questions in my head I wanted to ask. He couldn't be, No.

" That is why i didn't emphasise on the Real before saying dad. Diluting this to you, Ellie."

Ana crawls on my legs.

" You Otay? Momma." She asked, her little lips moving in an upturned sad expression. I didn't expect all of these new details in my head and life. " I'm fine, An. Sweet girl." I reassured her, sniffling my nose.

'I will be fine. I will be fine.'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

So much new information about Elisabetta and her life. How do we feel knowing her real dad's the Cop murderer Malcolm Graham? What an absolute shocker of a plot twist.

What is going on in your mind when you read that?

Write it in the comment section your theory, what will happen when he wakes up from his Coma. ???

Aidan and Ana are so sweet with their Mom. I love writing Ellie as a mother to those two.