Hannibal's untold story: Hannibal's daughter

(14) Florence

We escaped to Florence, it was pretty lonely to be honest. I only had my father for company and he was extremely protective over me so I didn't have much privacy. It was a cold night, and I was in a blanket as I ate a takeout with my legs crossed on the couch. Hannibal walked in and he saw me slurp my noodles and he raised an eyebrow and I just stared at him with noodles hanging out my mouth.
"You should prepare something healthier" he said to me. I slurped up my noodles and continued to eat.
"It's like 11 o'clock and I couldn't be bothered to cook and I didn't want to wake you, so I ordered a take out" I exclaimed as I continued to eat, when really I just was needing some Chinese in my system, I had been craving it all day. Hannibal walked over to the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk and sat next to me.
"Chicken ball?" I asked him as I pointed at the bag of them. He shook his head at me and continued to drink his milk.
"What are you doing up, kitten?" He asked me.

"I couldn't sleep, how about you?"

"Nor could I"

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I'm going into town, I will be looking for some food to stock upon then I'm going to the library. How about you?"

"I will be looking for a dress about this... thing you want us to go to"

"The event could help me get a job, my desired job for our stay here"

"And I'm all for it, just dancing isn't my thing"

"...are you okay?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"

"You used to love dancing"

I chuckled, I thought back to the time when he saw me dancing around the apartment and then we made some delicious pizza together.
"When I was like, thirteen" I exclaimed. Hannibal chuckled and I smiled as I began to pack away my food.
"I will see you in the morning" I pecked him on the cheek and I put my food in the fridge to heat up tomorrow. I headed into the bathroom and I sat down on the toilet seat and waited for the pregnancy test to come back in. I crossed my legs and sighed as I waited. I looked back over at the test and it was positive... oh fuck... it's wills baby, damn it. I ripped up the test so it would be safe to throw away and I put some garbage above it to hide it. I began to brush my teeth with many thoughts in my head.
Should I keep it?
Should I go back to Will?
How will Hannibal react!
I spat out the paste and I washed my face in hope to calm down. I put on a smile and I walked back out and saw he was still sat on the couch, finishing up his glass of milk.
"Coming to bed?" I asked him as I crossed my arms, trying to act casual.
"Yes" he got up and rinsed his glass and he walked over to me and he put his hand on my arm and he caught my sad eyes and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Mischa? What is the matter?" He asked me. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, like a cat got my tongue and I looked away. Hannibal put his hand under my chin and he fixated my head to face him.
"Dad...I" I couldn't say it. He seemed concerned and he guided me to the couch.
"You can tell me everything, trust me I have heard it all" he promised me. I smiled at him and I cuddled up next to him. He put his arm around me and I felt safe but petrified.
"You've heard this off someone else... not me though" I murmured - I referred to my mother. Hannibal looked down at me and he snuggled up to me to encourage me to say it.
"What is it?" He asked me again. I was silent for a moment before I could get it off my chest.
"I'm pregnant...."
it was silent but it was killing me.
"Say something" I begged.
"Is it Will's?" He asked me.
"Yeah..." I answered. I felt his body stiffen.
"Well, what do you want to do?" He asked me.
"I was hoping you would know that" I got up and I covered my face with my hands.
"It was an accident, I swear...." I sounded muffled from my palms and my voice was shaking. I felt Hannibal wrap his arms around me and he cradled me.
"It's quite alright, we can make this work" he promised me. I cried, I never felt so stuck before. He picked me up in bridal style and he carried me to his bed, he tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead.
"We can talk in the morning" he whispered to me. I nodded my head and he got into bed. I wriggled towards him and he put his arm around me and snuggled close to me. I rested my head on his chest.
"I'm so sorry" I whispered again as I silently cried.
"Don't be sorry" he replied as he kissed my head again. We both fell asleep.