Author's Note: This is a sequel to Changing Carver. I would highly recommend reading Changing Carver first.

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Chapter 1: Newlyweds

Friends were supposed to keep their friends out of trouble. Angel thought dimly. His friends Clay Henderson, Henry Ryanson, and Luc Borton had insisted on taking him out for a belated bachelor party.

A woman was slipping her hand on his thigh. "I would appreciate it if you would take your hand off me." Angel stated. His friends watched.

She actually crawled into his lap. "Lady, I'm married. Now get off me!" Angel exclaimed.

"A little wedding ring doesn't mean anything." The very attractive blonde with big assets in her chest region, which she was shoving in his face, said.

Angel shoved her off. He ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach. He came to the realization that during this mess of a party he had drunk alcohol.

Drinking alcohol for a recovering alcoholic is a very bad thing.

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Nikole did not appreciate the state her husband was returned in. Angel was upset about drinking and the whole bachelor party. Nikole stroked his hair comforting him. "It's okay, darling. You can beat alcoholism again." She reassured.

"Oh, Nikole. This is so bad!" He moaned.

"Honey, we'll get through this." Nikole promised. She adored her husband, but she also knew he had demons and faults so did she. His demons had led to alcoholism and hers had led to distrust.

"I can't believe this." He murmured.

"I don't think I shall trust those three with you again." Nikole stated. She traced his lips. He smiled. He sat up and kissed her. Nikole kissed back eagerly.

It showed they were definitely newlyweds. Angel picked his wife up and carried her to their bedroom. He whispered sweet compliments in her ear.

Nikole woke up and turned on the news. She saw a picture of another woman in her husband's lap looking very 'friendly'. Nikole fainted in complete shock.

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Three concerned faces surrounded her—two of them being her best friends Suzanne and Will Strauss and the other one was Angel.

"Shock couldn't have caused this. Nik doesn't get shocked!" Will protested. He and Angel were arguing.

"She's awake." Suzanne murmured to the men. "Are you okay?" She asked her best friend in obvious concern. Blue eyed Suzanne was tall, willowy, and blonde. She was the best friend Nikole could ask for along with Will, who was brown haired with green eyes.

"What was that picture?" Nikole asked Angel. She stood up despite their protests. She showed them the newspaper with the Angel and woman picture on the front page. She was asking Angel to explain. She couldn't believe he had cheated on her.

Will Strauss swung at Angel, who was so shocked it hit. "Stop! Stop. Stop." Nikole ordered as she grabbed Will's arm. Suzanne slapped Angel. "Stop it!"

"Nikole, the proof is right there." Will whispered as he felt horrible for his friend.

"I don't believe it. Let him say what happened." Nikole ordered.

"It was stupid. I had a drink and the woman crawled in my lap. I have you, Nikole. There's no reason for me to cheat." Angel whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I trust you. I believe you." Nikole stated.

"I'm sorry, man." Will apologized.

"It's okay. I'm glad you're protective of Nikole." Angel said calmly. "So is there a special reason for the three of you gathering? Silverstorm isn't under fire?" He was referring to the agency Nikole, Will, and Suzanne ran together.

"No, actually it's reached its potential." Will said.

"Angel, honey, we want to discuss business with you." Nikole said. They sat down on the couch.

"What's up?"

"We want to sell Silverstorm. The agency has reached its potential. There's no room for us to grow." Will explained.

"Why bring this up with me?"

"Well, you and Nik are married now which means you're adopted into the group." Will answered.

"What are you all going to do for employment?"

"We've gotten many job offers." Suzanne offered.

"Actually some of my old colleagues and friends want to start up a computer company." Nikole added.

"Ah, and you think I will be jealous if your company does better than my old computer company." Angel figured it out. "Don't worry about that. I'm not going to be jealous. Do what you want to do as long as you're happy."

"In that case, we're all going to the beach." Nikole kissed his cheek.

"Have fun." They were out the door before he could change his mind. Angel laughed. He leaned back in the seat. He expected the urge for a drink to hit him, but it didn't instead he thought about his wife.

He sighed and fell to sleep. He was awoken by a kiss much later. The kiss was experienced and wasn't the kiss of his wife. He opened his eyes to see his wife's mother. He shoved her off in shock.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Angel exclaimed as he stood up. Susan, Nikole's plotting mother, looked up at him. "ARE YOU INSANE?"

"You didn't like that?" Susan asked in mock innocence.

"No, you're disgusting." Angel said while yearning to wash the woman off him.

"So you like little girls who you can teach instead of experienced women?" Susan mocked.

"Don't be jealous of your daughter just because she didn't have to sell herself and her soul to survive." Angel told her.

"Like she doesn't whore herself out to you! She sleeps around." Susan yelled.

"No, she doesn't." Angel stated calmly. "You are not allowed to call my wife a whore. I will not tolerate you speaking badly of Nikole. Now get out of my house."

She left slamming the door. Angel cleansed him of Susan.

"Angel." Nikole called. She wrapped herself around her husband and kissed him. "What's wrong, honey?" She froze.

"Your mother is nuts." He stated.

"Oh, no. What happened?"

"She actually kissed me!"

"Ah, then that's what her hilarious phone call was about. As long as you honestly didn't like it . . . So did you like it?" Nikole asked calmly.

"Nikole, what I felt must have been how you felt when you were raped." He whispered. "How did you ever get over that feeling? It had to be ten times worse than I did."

"I had you." She told him. "I'm sorry for my mother's craziness." Angel pulled her into his lap.

"Not your fault." She kissed him strongly and firmly. "That was perfect, baby." He murmured while cradling her face. "Have I told you how precious you are?"

"Why am I so precious?" Nikole asked as she traced his facial features.

"You care about people. Against all odds you care. That's why people worship you. Your mother is jealous because all she will ever have is lust. You have love. That's why I love you." Angel answered.

"So have you given any thought to your career?" Nikole asked. Currently her husband was jobless. Not that he needed a job. They were filthy rich.

"Actually I'm going to be an author. I sent some of my stories into a publisher. They want to wine and dine me. I could get a contract." Angel answered.

"That's awesome!" Nikole exclaimed happily. She kissed him excitedly. He cupped her nape to bring her closer.

"See! Look. The lovebirds can't keep their hands off each other." Suzanne remarked.

"We're newlyweds." Nikole reminded Susan as she turned to find Susan, Will, her grandparents, her mother-in-law, her father-in-law, and her parents in her living room. Her in-laws (Edward and Lorraine) and her grandfather Alex O'Connor didn't really like her. Her grandmother Amelia and she got along well. Her father Phil Pierce was still trying to make it up to her for abandoning her and leaving her with her druggie mother Susan.

Nikole removed herself from her husband. Her cell phone rang. "Knew today was going too well." She murmured sarcastically. She answered her phone.

"I'm sorry to bother you, boss." Callen Hart, one of her employees and the agent that helped her take down the AST, apologized. AST, the Abnormal and Special Talents Agency, had been the agency Nikole had been driven to take down because they had been hurting innocents and she had worked for them as a kid. The government created Abnormal and Special Talents Agency, commonly referred to as AST, especially for children with abnormal and/or special talents. It all looked good on paper, but, in reality, they were stealing kids of promise and turning them into mutants. They did this experiment to make superhuman agents sculpted under their influences. Children were used to perform missions to "keep America safe". Nobody knew about AST expect a select few and nobody had ever escaped alive until Nikole. Now AST had been taken down, but five of their mutant kids were running around free and no one knew were they were or what they were up to.

"That's okay. What do you need?" Nikole asked.

"Well, I kind of . . ."

Nikole's high heels clicked on the jailhouse floor as she walked to her jailbird employee. Men hooted and howled as the former supermodel of the House of Valley strolled by. Perhaps I shouldn't have worn a skirt. She thought.

"I never thought you'd be the kind to get in a bar fight." She remarked to Callen. Then she baited him out of jail.

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Flowers covered her desk and office floor the next morning. She smiled wandering what the occasion was. She looked at the card and realized she had been married for five months.

"What's the occasion?" Will asked.

"It's our fifth month anniversary. It seems like just yesterday." Nikole answered.

"We're expecting babies." Suzanne reminded her for fifteenth time that day.

"I know." Nikole stated. The redhead did not support the stereotype. She was calm and collected; rarely did she lose her cool.

"Don't rush them. Nikole is only eighteen—Angel and she have plenty of time to make a family." Will informed Suzanne.

"I want to be an auntie."

"You're only eighteen, too."

"Crazy! You're crazy." Nikole cried as she stared at the motorcycle her husband had come to pick her up on. He put her on in and wrapped her arms around him.

"I would not ride with you if I thought this could hurt you." Angel promised. She squeezed him tighter.

"I wasn't talking about the cycle! I was referring about the flowers. Let's go. I have a need for speed." She told him jokingly.

He laughed as they sped off. Angel picked her up off the bike. He swung her around. "What's going on?" She asked.

"I am an official author with a contract for five years!" He shouted. She hugged him happily.

She kissed him. Since her marriage she stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop, but that didn't mean it wouldn't.