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Victory and Honor Chapter 11 Part 2

Well here is part 2.  I am glad you all liked it as much as you did, I was hoping for that.  And thank you all so much for the comments of love and sunshine.  I write for all of you and I am glad that I am not crazy in thinking that I only write for me.  I love hearing from everyone.  And to those of you who are new to reading my stuff or saying anything, hello!!  I am glad to see you all.  Well I guess you all don't want to hear (see) me ramble on so here we go

Title: Victory and Honor

Pairing: Nikki/Nora

Author’s note:  Written for the one and only nikkiandnora for her birthday.  One of her favorite pairings.  Hope you enjoy and don’t forget to wish her a Happy Birthday! 

Disclaimer:  Not mine, the idea belongs to nikkiandnora but the written finally is all mine.  I hope you all enjoy.  :]


Chap 11 part 2

20 years ago…

“Please Mr. Delaney, he can’t stay with me anymore.  Connor already said if he saw that… he would kill him on sight.  He won’t be up for a few days, but I have all his stuff here and he needs a place to go.  Please Mr. Delaney… I can’t leave, he come after us both.”  She begged as she held onto the officer’s arm.  She knew he had his own family, but she needed her boy to be safe, and she could tell he was a good man.  She had heard the stories of what he did for the black man not too long ago.  “Please… I can give you all the money you would need for him and a little for your family.  I promise he won’t be a burden for too long, he goes to college in the next fall.  Please.”

Mr. Delaney sighed as he looked into that room at that boy who would be alone in this world.  He saw his own sons in that place and hoped that if he could not do this for his own boys that someone who could would take care of them.  He nodded as he knew that tonight nothing else would end up right.

***

            “Iasan, we barely have enough room for our family, what are we going to do with a grown boy in the house?  Where are we gonna put him?  We have two rooms in this house and three children already.”  Emma said to her husband who just got back from work.

            “I know that, but honey you should have seen him, he beat his own boy.  He beat him to almost nothing, taking out anger that no one deserves to bear.  What was I suppose to say, the boy needs someone, someone who will be there for him no matter what.  His own family can’t do that.  Baby, he needs someone.  And I can’t leave him alone, and if his father finds him he is dead or worse.  No one should have to go through that kind of pain.  I don’t care who they love, no one should have to bear that.”  Mr. Delaney said as he prepared the living room for their newest part of the family.  

            “But what about this boy they speak of?  Why can’t he take him in?  We don’t have the room.  I know what you’re saying but we have no room.”  Emma said looking at the overcrowded living room.  The stuff this boy had could take up the room that all three of their children slept in.

            “He was found this morning in the river.”  Mr. Delaney said with a sad face.  It would be the next bad news he would have to tell him.  He sighed, knowing that this kid couldn’t get one break, and if he could help it he would try to change that.

As Mrs. Delaney was about to say something Stephen walked through the door with Iasan's partner practically holding him up.  She couldn’t believe her eyes, this boy she had met before, at one of the family functions held for all police family members on holidays.  His face was more black then blue.

            “Hello Mrs. Delaney, Mr. Delaney. Thank you again, momma said I can stay here for a few days while daddy cools down.”  Stephen Conrad said, making sure to be as respectful and thankful as possible for his temporary caregivers.  He knew he would be safe here, Daddy never came to this part of town unless he had to.

            “That’s alright son.  You don’t have to say anything of the like, but you do have to say what kind of soup you like, chicken or beef.  Because I’m making some for you, and no one makes this better than me.  I don’t care about all them fancy serves and parties you been to, no one makes it better than me.”  Emma said, as her heart broke for the boy who had yet to find he had no home to go back to.

***

            “I still love that boy to death, and he was a great addition to our family, but I don’t want any of my babies to be in that kind of danger.  I refuse to see them like that…. I refuse Iasan.  I can’t.”  Emma said, remembering the way her adopted son looked when he first entered this house.  She remembered the first night he spent there, and the few after, how she would get up in the middle of the night, thinking it was Bobby crying and finding Stephen crying in their living room.  She would stay and hug that boy until he cried himself to sleep again.

            “I know, and the best and worst day of my life was when I was able to put that sonofabitch in jail for life myself.” Iasan said, thinking of the day he finally put Connor Conrad where he belonged, it was sadly the same day he had to inform his adopted son that his mother was dead.

            “And that is my point Iasan, we can’t protect Nora from this world, it is already violent for her as it is, it will be twice as much now.  We can’t protect her from that.”  Emma said, trying to get the image of her daughter, just as beaten and broken as Stephen had been, out of her head.

            “Yes but this is why she needs, just as much if not more so, support with this.  She needs everyone she knows and loves on her side, to off balance the world that would be against her.  I want my daughter to have everything she wants, and she wants love.  I will not deny her what I have known for all of my life.”  Iasan said as he put his hand on the side of Emma’s face.

            “But what if she breaks her heart, what then?”  Emma asked, knowing that he was right.

            “Well she will deal, but if you look in those brown eyes of that young lady, I highly doubt it would be Nikki that would break her heart.  I know what I see in those eyes when she looks at my baby, because I have seen them in both of ours.  She is a good woman, I know it.”  Iasan said as he smiled at his wife, he knew she would agree but he had to make sure he sold her on it, at least enough for her to at least talk to Nikki tonight.

            “Well... I’ll be the judge of that.”

TBC

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