Chapter 3 Angel and Little Man

-Evelyn's POV

The remainder of the week passed without incident. Concerned that I could be forced to work again, I decided to avoid the club. To see how far I can run along the coast, I'm beginning to challenge myself more on my early runs. Right now, I'm lying on the ground in a remote cove until I can convince myself to stand again and run back.

"Ma, this is private property." I hear a man say this from behind me. I give a nod and get back up, wiping my legs and butt clean. I smile as I approach the man. I reach out and shake his hand.

"I apologize, sir; I'm still new around here." I shake his hand. Then I see how big the house behind him is. I try not to look at it as I shake my head.

"Leo, I want to go to the pier!" I hear a little voice yell, causing the man in front of me to turn around abruptly.

"Yes sir." The gentleman answers. I nod one more time and begin racing back. Cami is still unconscious from her shift from last night when I returned home. To spend one of my last days at the beach, I put on my swimwear. I pulled on my blank spanks and tight black surfer skin top. I put on my sunglasses and leave.

I keep strolling along the shore and eventually stop by the Pier for a drink. I grab a drink and walk to stand on the pier's edge, drinking while gazing out over the lake. A young boy is attempting to peek through the binoculars on the dock as I turn to look at him. The man next to him appears to be familiar, but he leaves the young child standing there and moves toward the concession stand. After a minute of staring back out over the sea, I start to notice that the boy is bending too much. The boy is falling into the sea when I hear someone yell at him, but it's too late. Time is not wasted by me. I leap over the pier's side and plunge into the ocean. I pick the little child up and hold him close to my chest while he is unconscious. I lift the youngster as the waves smash me around and the wave crashes in on us. I continue swimming to the shore, swallowing some of the water.

"Ethan!" I'm swimming up to the beach when I hear someone shouting and sprinting in that direction. I exit, lay him flat, and start performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. The man comes running up and kneels next to us. I keep going till the young boy turns over on his side because he spits out the water. "Are you okay Ethan?" The gentlemen inquire. After a minute of searching, the young boy's gaze lands on me and widens.

"Hi sweetie, you're going to be okay. How do you feel?" I smile sincerely as I ask. Instead of responding to me, he jumps for me and gives me a tight hug. I give him a big hug on my chest and smile. His tiny head settles into the bend of my neck, and he encircles it with his arms. With one arm, I continue to keep him close, and with the other, I start softly massaging his back. "You okay, little man," I speak to him in a whisper. The man from earlier this morning is there when I look up, his eyes wide and his jaw drooping. Why does he have that look on his face? "Sir, are you okay?"

He shuts his mouth and shakes his head. "Yes, Ma, I'm sorry it's just..." He stops. "Never mind, thank you for rescuing him." He gives me a radiant smile and inhales deeply to slow his breathing. I give a nod and start to get up, but the young child won't let go.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" I attempt to look at him when I ask, but he just shakes his head and keeps hugging me. The cuteness of the little boy makes me laugh.

"Ethan, you have to let her go." The gentleman tries to grab hold of Ethan. Ethan clings to me. I tell the person to quit trying by shaking my head.

"Hey, Ethan, I need to check you over to make sure you're not hurt. Alright?" I drop to my knees and let him go. As soon as I put him down, he nearly reaches for me, but I tell him that I won't be leaving. He waits calmly as I examine his body and find only a small cut on his forehead. I start to get up, but the tiny man leaps forward and locks his arms around my neck before I can get up again. I lift him back up and put him on my hip, giggling. The elder gentlemen are staring at me once more. His eyes were almost protruding from his head.

"Ethan, come on, we need to take you to get checked out." Ethan is gripping me as if his life depended on it when the guy reaches for him again.

"Lil Man, would you like for me to come with you?" I speak softly toward his ear. He glances up suddenly, and his eyes are a vivid blue. He smiles and starts to vigorously nod his head. I press my nose to his and smile.

"You, my angel." He whispers so softly that I nearly missed it. He smiles back at me when I smile. When I look up in response to a gasp, I see an elderly gentleman clutching his chest as if he were going to pass out. I turn back to face the boy.

"You're my little man." He gives me a firm hug. I keep my hands on him and stroke the back of his head.

"I'm sorry for my impolite behavior. Leo is my name. The gentleman extends his hand, but his gaze remains fixed on Ethan, who is holding me. I shake his hand with my free hand.

"Hi, I'm Evelyn." I give him a handshake before turning back to face Ethan.

"His name is Ethan." He says, looking at him closely. "I'm sorry, he normally isn't like this."

He recognizes it when I give him a perplexed face. He dismissively waves his hand and shakes his head. He motions for me to come along. I start to leave, but then my arm starts to hurt. I look down and see a gash on my arm, and I hiss. I must have struck a reef on my way in. Leo observes and appears worried. I give a headshake and carry on walking.

When we get to a dark automobile, I try to put Ethan down, but he won't let go. I give up and put him on my lap as I slide into the rear seat. Leo tugs at his lips as he glances at us in the rearview mirror.

"Miss Evelyn, we are heading to St. Jules Hospital." I keep rubbing Ethan's back and nod my head in comprehension.

When we arrive at the hospital, the boy is still around my neck, and I feel naked as I walk around in my spanks. After Leo shows me to a private room, I sit on the bed and hold Ethan close to my chest. Leo leaves to fetch the nurse.

"Hey little man, do you think you can lean back so we can talk?" After a minute, he slowly withdraws. He gives me a soft smile in return.

"May I call you Angel?" With hesitation, he asks. I pretend to think as I tap my chin.

"Hmmm. Only if I can call you a little man."

"Deal." He says, reaching out to shake my hand. Despite my laughter, I accept it and shake his hand.

"Ma'am, we were here to look at Mr. Carrington." "Coming in," a nurse says. Ethan reattaches himself to me on autopilot. "It's okay, ma'am, we can check him over with him in your lap." I give a nod, but I still hold Ethan close.

I turn to gaze at Leo, who is gazing at us with adoration. I give him a perplexed look, but I ignore it and keep taking care of Ethan. After an hour or so, they wrapped my arm around me and determined that Ethan had suffered a minor concussion.

"Time to head home, Ethan. Your father will arrive shortly. Ethan tenses up in my embrace. I try to calm him by rubbing his back. He loosens up a little.

"Hey Ethan, how bout we make a deal?" Trying to lighten the mood, I say. "You go on with Leo and I will meet you at the beach tomorrow to hang out."

After a moment of hesitation, he lets go of me and approaches Leo. as he leaves. He waves and smiles back at me.

I moan as I realize I have no ride as I make my way to the exit. Fantastic...