Make Up Your Mind, Do You Love Me Too [Ang]

[Orion Voltaire]

Orion stood at the gates, his hands shaking more than he'd ever remembered them doing before. Today was the day. Lisette was bringing Trey by Hogwarts and that was it. Ryan would have his son until she came back. He didn't understand why Lisette had waited so long to tell him and he never would. What he did know was that he wasn't going to just ignore this whole thing, wasn't going to just act like it hadn't happened. He was going to step up because that's what decent guys did. He had a kid so that meant he had to take responsibility.

His breath quickened and his heart started racing when he saw her Apparate not entirely too far away. There was a little boy in her arms, bundled in an oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans, a baseball cap on his head.

For someone who was going into modeling Lisette sure had no fcuking idea how to dress a kid.

Angee wasn't here yet. Ang wasn't by his side and Ryan didn't want to do this alone. He wasn't sure he could stand here and talk to the mother of his child without yelling at her for not telling him. Ang calmed him down, she'd make sure he kept a level head throughout this--while simultaneously probably wanting to attack the woman herself.

She was coming closer and Ryan couldn't tear his eyes away from the kid in her arms. He didn't even pay attention to the girl he'd once shared a bed with. Didn't care about her. All he cared about was getting the first look at his son.

But he wanted Angee here.

[Angee McCorkle]

Angee was running. She'd woken up late, she knew she was late. God, she was such a bitch. She knew how badly Orion wanted her with him for this, and she was god damn fcuking late because she god damn fcuking overslept. She was wearing sweatpants and a wrinkled hoodie, her hair bundled in a messy bun, flip flops on her feet. She didn't care about appearances, she just wanted to get there, hold Ryan's hand, be by his side for this like she'd PROMISED she fcuking would be.

As she ran towards the gates, she saw Lisette apparate just outside the gates. Shit. She kept running, reaching her boyfriend just as Lisette reached the gates. She took a moment, trying to catch her breath. "Baby I'm so sorry... I overslept, I'm so sorry," she panted out, not even paying attention to Lisette just yet. She wasn't sure how she should feel about this situation, but she couldn't help but feel threatened by the apparent mother of her boyfriend's child.

Finally, she turned towards the girl and the child in her arms, and immediatly noticed how goddamn pretty she was. Model. Right. fcukin bitch model who didn't even have the fcuking guts to tell the father of her child that he had a fcuking son. But still, she was goddamn pretty, and that was fcuking intimidating.

Not that Ang was going to admit that, ever.

Well, this sucked.

[Orion Voltaire]

Orion watched her get closer. And closer. And closer. And Angee still wasn't here. He was ready to turn around and run, tell Lisette to come back later. Just as he was ready to turn around, Lisette making it to the gates, he felt Angee next to him. Holy shit he'd never been so god damn happy to see her in his entire fcuking life.

She'd overslept. He let out a breath of relief and immediately pulled her to him, knowing she would feel him shaking. "God Angee I can't do this," he mumbled in her ear. He couldn't raise a kid--how the FCUK was he going to do this? A two year old son who'd never even met him and he was supposed to raise and take care of him? What if his kid didn't like him? What if he wanted his mom back?

Finally, he let her go, but grabbed her hand, knowing he was probably holding it a little tighter than he needed to. Fcuking hell. Lisette stepped up to the gates and he watched her eyes flash a bit.

"Ryan I did not know zat you vere ... vith someone." The way she said it implied that she didn't approve and Ryan felt his blood start boiling. So much for nervousness.

"And I didn't know I had a son. World's full of surprises isn't it," he spat dryly. "I'd introduce you Ang but I'm hoping she doesn't stay long enough for that." Things hadn't even ended badly between himself and his French girlfriend--but right now he didn't want to see her. He didn't want her around, didn't want to talk to her. He just wanted his son.

"I'm Lisette, Ryan's fiancee." Like HELL she was his fiancee. He would take care of his kid but he wasn't about to fcuking marry the girl.

"No. She's not. She's an ex girlfriend." He was shaking more now and gripping Angee's hand even tighter. "Now just give me my fcuking kid and go off to do whatever fcuking whoring around you're up to." That wasn't fair, really. She'd never been a whore, but he didn't care.

"Do not stand zere and tell me you did not miss me. We should catch up, oui? Before I leave you vith him?"

Orion was done with this. Rolling his eyes, he let go of Angee's hand and stepped forward, his face void of anything. "Lisette give me my fcuking kid and get the fcuk out of here. I don't want to 'catch up' with you. I've got a girlfriend who needs my attention right now and a son who needs to get to know his father since you took almost two fcuking years to even tell me he existed. So don't go on about all this bullshit about 'we should catch up'. Just fcuking go."

Lisette looked surprised with him. Apparently she'd expected him to welcome her with open arms and an open bed. Like fcuking hell. "And where the FCUK did you get fiancee from anyways you crazy bitch? I never fcuking asked you to marry me."

"Oui, you did. It vas right after ve fcuked." Her eyes slid coyly to Angee. "After I made you scream for me--do you remember now Orion?" He gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Give him to me." He was done with fcuking around. Done with listening to her go on and fcuking on. He reached out behind him, wanting Angee to come to his side again.

[Angee McCorkle]

Ang wrapped her arms around him as he hugged her, burying her face in his shoulder for a moment. "You can do this, baby. I love you, okay?" she whispered, looking up at him. She turned back towards the french girl now, trying not to be to biased before she'd even met her. But she'd had Lisette pegged as a bitch as soon as Orion had told her about her. Of course, that could just be the jealous girlfriend in her coming out. Whatever.

Angee frowned at the tone in the girl's voice as she noted that Ryan did, in fact, have a girlfriend. Okay, she knew she looked like shit at the moment, especially next to this girl, but she had no business acting like she didn't approve of Ryan's choice in women. But the whole inferiority feeling was starting to piss her off, and she shook her head.

Fiancee?!? Honestly, who the fcuk did this girl think she was? If she weren't so sure Lisette was so full of bullshit that it might pop out her ass any second, Angee would have almost believed her. She squeezed Orion's hand almost as hard as he was sqeezing hers, just to keep herself from punching the bitch. She couldn't do that. Not with, you know, the kid in her arms.

Angee took a deep breath as Lisette suggeested that the two of them 'catch up'. Yeah, over her dead cold fcuking corpse. She let go of Ryan's hand as he stopped towards the gate. She shook her head.

"Ryan, baby, don't curse in front of the kid. He's had like... 2 years of pure bad influence," she said, shooting a look towards Lisette. "Wouldn't want to make it worse, when there's so much to undo."

She watched quietly as Ryan told her off for acting like they were engaged. Which was absolutely ridiculous, but the smile faded from her face at Lisette's reply.

Ryan reached out behind him, and she stepped forward, standing next to him and frowning at the french skinny as a rail fcuking bitch standing in front of them. She looked her up and down for a moment before looking at Ryan.

"So, babe, tell me, exactly when did your taste in women improve so drastically?"

[Orion Voltaire]

Ryan was really hoping Angee was okay through this. Granted, she'd promised to be here but she hadn't signed up to be ridiculed and looked down on by a bitch. It was funny--Orion had never really noticed what a fcuking bitch she was. He'd never realized that she could be downright evil. He was a little worried since she wasn't saying anything--but he wasn't sure if that was because she was fighting to keep herself under control or because she was hurt.

Fcuking French bitch.

He had to smile a bit when she finally did speak. Leave it to Angee to make a comment like that. Lisette looked horrified but Ryan looked proud. "You're right Ang. He's probably been brought up to think anorexia is cool and that his grades don't matter, his actions don't have consequenses." He had to admit, Lisette looked like she did a good enough job raising Trey though. He looked well fed, well groomed, well mannered enough (as in not throwing a tantrum all the fcuking time). So far, so good.

He slipped his arm around Angee's waist when she came up next to him and basically shot his ex-girlfriend a look that said it all. He didn't care what she thought, what she said, what she did. He was with Angee and god damnit he wasn't fcuking that up again. Orion's eyes widened a bit and he snorted when he tried to keep himself from laughing.

Angee was a fcuking beast when she wanted to be.

Looking down at her, he grinned. "When I met you." Can we say brownie points? Lisette huffed in a way that made Ryan look at her almost lazily. "Problem?" He watched her open her mouth but close it without saying anything. Looking as though she regretted her decision, she held Trey out for him to take and Ryan pulled away from Angee, taking the boy in his arms. He was heavier than he'd imagined the kid to be, but he was also taller than he'd imagined. Maybe he just didn't know what a two year old looked like.

Ryan was at a loss as to what he was supposed to do. Should he say hi to his son? Did Trey even know what was happening? Apparently Lisette recognized his wariness. "'E knows who you are Ryan. 'E's more intelligent than 'is father. Or 'is father's newest whore." Now that he had his son in his arms, he couldn't lunge after Lisette--which was probably a good thing.

Instead, he looked at Ang. The girl had free reign now. As long as the French bitch wasn't holding his son, Ryan couldn't care less what the fcuk happened to her.

"Did I hit a nerve? I figured you already knew zat's vhat you vere." She was talking directly to Angee now, probably because she could no longer get a rise out of him. Orion felt bad, but he knew Ang could--and would--handle herself. He nodded, letting her know he didn't care what she did.

[Angee McCorkle]

She was waiting for it.

God, she was going to kill this french bitch, and now that she wasn't holding Trey anymore, it was a perfectly legitamate option. fcuking bitch. She wasn't going to just walk away from this. Call her a fcuking whore. She'd fcuking kick her french ass and then see who's calling who what.

But she was waiting, because perhaps Orion wasn't going to be so okay with her beating up his ex. However, she didn't even bother with that as the girl looked directly at her, speaking right to her, still insisting on calling her a whore. Oh, the bitch was going fcuking down.

"Orion," her voice was perfectly even, but her eyes betrayed her actual temperment at the moment, "if you want what's best for your kid, you will take him over there." She pointed behind her. She didn't want Trey to witness the shit being kicked out of his mother.

As soon as Ryan walked away, Angee was on top of her. She knew how to throw a punch, and she'd always been one to let her temper get the best of her. This time was no different. She went right for teh girls face, unleashign all the rage that had been building up in the last few minutes. "Hope your modeling career still works out once I'm fcuking done with you," she hissed, throwing another punch to her face.

She was going to beat her fcuking sensless.

[Orion Voltaire]

Orion didn't know what to think. He had his son in his arms and he had no idea what to say to him. He had Angee to his side and he had no idea what to say to her. And he had Lisette in front of him--and well he just wanted to hit her but that was bad idea, given his current problems with Angee and all.

Angee's tight voice made alarm bells sound in his head. He wanted her to get her anger out but he didn't want her to really fcuk the French girl up. If that happened, there was a good chance she'd just take his son back and leave. He wasn't letting that happen.

"Come on--Mommy and Angee need to talk for a minute." Trey looked up at him with curious eyes, having never heard his voice before. He didn't seem ready to cry though. Maybe he really did know who Orion was. Carrying his son over onto the lawns, he sat down with him, putting Trey in front of him and just sort of looking at him for a minute. At this angle, he could see what was going on behind his kid so he could make sure Angee didn't actually kill his ex girlfriend--as much as he wouldn't mind that right now.

"You know who I am buddy?" Trey nodded and Ryan smirked a bit. "Who," he challenged.

"You're my daddy. Mommy says you dinnint want me." Wait--WHAT? Orion shook his head. That wasn't it at all. Not at fcuking all! He was getting ready to dispute this when he heard Lisette's shrieks coming from the gates. She'd always been a prissy bitch--she didn't know how to fight. At all. Angee did.

"Shit," he muttered.

"S'it!" Oh. Fcuk. That's right. He forgot his kid was already OLD ENOUGH TO TALK. Fcuking bitch. "Don't say that--it's a bad word," he said, distracted. He had no idea how long Angee was going to pummel Trey's mom but he was hoping she'd stop soon. "Trey," he said, coming back to the matter at hand. "I never said that. I didn't even know you were here. Mommy never told me." Trey didn't understand what he was trying to say--that his mother was a stupid fcuking cnut.

"ANG!" He didn't want her to fcuking kill the girl. He looked back down again. It wasn't like he could go over there. He couldn't leave Trey here by himself--especially anywhere near the lake but he couldn't take him over there either.

"Angee doesn't like to listen to Daddy," he said, grinning. "Who Angy?" The way he'd pronounced it, he made it sound like tangy without the t. Ang should get a kick out of that. "Angee's Daddy's favorite girl in the whole world," he answered. Trey looked confused, but eventually just seemed to accept this and Orion looked back up.

[Angee McCorkle]

When Angee got pissed, it took her a long time to cool down. Which was why she was still throwing punches at the skinny little French bitch, even though she might have been taking it a little too far. Lisette hadn't even attempted to throw a punch back at Angee, to defend herself, which only served to infuriate Ang even more. Made the bitch even stupider than she'd originally thought. And that was really, really saying something.

"What, still don't think I'm worth it? Won't even defend your skinny little ass? You'll come to regret that, skank." She threw another punch with a shout of fury.

She felt so much loathing for this girl, a person she'd barely met. She shouldn't have been such a threat, and Angee wuldn't have considered her one if it weren't for the cirumstances that surrounded the situation. For the past few horrifying days, she'd been terrified that Ryan would decide to leave her for the mother of his child. After the drama from a few weeks ago, that would have been far too much for her to bear. But he'd stayed with her, and she'd suck by him. And today, she'd felt another tinge of fear and uncharacteristic uncertainty as Lisette came around, beautiful and poised and everything Angee wasn't, ready to be welcomed back into Ryan's life. But he barely paid a bit of attention to her, adn that had made everything okay.

Until, that is, Bitchy Mc Skank-skank had opened her mouth. And now she was gonna be Bitchy Mc Ugly Face.

She heard Ryan calling her name and paused for a moment, holding Lisette down as she glanced back. Well, shit. Apparently, Ryan wanted her to live. Well, wasn't that just a damn shame. With a grunt, she delivered a finaly punch to Lisette's jaw before standing, placing her hands on her hips and looking down at the girl.

"You didn't deserve him. You never will." With that, she kicked the skank in the stomach and turned on her heel, walking over to where Ryan sat with Trey under a tree. Their tree. She grinned, sitting down next to Ryan, acting as if nothing at all had just happened.

"Weather's beautiful today," she said with a smirk, pecking him on the cheek before turning her attention to the little boy. "Well, you must be Trey. My name's Angee. How are ya, buddy?"

Leave it to Angee to beat the piss out of a skinny French bitch and then walk away acting like nothing had just happened.

[Orion Voltaire]

Orion was tense, knowing that his girlfriend was beating up his baby's mother. That was a bad situation no matter what. He couldn't stop her because she'd assume he still had feelings for an old flame. He couldn't let her keep going because he couldn't let her kill his kid's fcuking mom. Bad situation.

He couldn't hear what she was saying--she was too far away for that, but he could see her lips moving and her face didn't exactly look like the two were exchanging favorite movie lists. No, he could see her fists connecting and it most certainly wasn't friendly. He had to admit, Angee kind of scared him a bit when she got like that. She could easily hurt him with his next to no muscle mass and slow reaction time.

How about that.

His girlfriend could kick his ass and yet he'd been the one to kick hers.

Wait--that wasn't funny.

Finally, he saw her coming back toward him and Trey, who was currently watching the lake curiously. First thing that kid would be taught was to never go near that fcuking lake. He couldn't help the small smirk on his face when she sat down next to him, kissing his cheek before looking at Trey. Ryan's attention was still on the gates where he could see Lisette still lying there, acting like Angee had half killed her.

"Weather's great," he mumbled, his eyes still on the French broad. She was getting to her feet now, sending glares their way. He could see red lines (though not very well) running from her nose. God Ang really had done a number on her. Surely she'd end up with black eyes--which wouldn't fare well for her modeling gig. Finally she stalked away and Ryan turned back just in time to hear Trey talking to Angee.

"I know. My daddy's fav'wit girl in'a world!" At first Ryan was about to refute him but then just shrugged. It was true. Why not. "Do you love my daddy? Mommy says Daddy is a bas'ard."

Fcuking HELL what was Lisette teaching his fcuking kid?! "Trey don't say bastard. That's a bad word too." Pinching the bridge of his nose for a second, he then looked over at Angee. "My kid cusses more than I fcukin' do."

His jaw dropped a little when he watched his son crawl into Angee's lap. What the hell was that? He didn't even get his kid's attention for five minutes before he went to Ang. Well damn.

"Hey now--gotta watch yourself with her. She makes men like us crazy." He grinned and shrugged. "But I gotta love her." "I love her too!" Of course he did. Well his son was a lot like him, from what he could tell. Out going, flocked to women, and always talking. Kind of looked like him too. He had the same, dark brown hair. Same gray eyes. His smile was his mother's, but that wasn't a bad thing. He had a good looking kid here.