I will love again

Part 27 - Why can't you just figure it out yourself?

A/N: Will he finally get it? :-D

It took over a week until the forensic investigators released the body of Mrs. Sancoeur for a burial. Despite waiting for that, Nathalie had already organized everything. She had been to a mortician and arranged a memorial, had chosen a coffin and an urn because she wanted to make sure that her father and his 'friends' would never be able to have their revenge on her dead body.

She had spoken to a vicar, explaining the whole situation and he had immediately complied, to speak at the funeral. She herself didn't care about any religious things anymore, but she knew, her mother had wanted it that way.

So on a Tuesday morning, almost two weeks after she had died, Hélène Sancoeur's funeral eventually was held.

Gabriel, who had accompanied her to all those meetings and appointments and had cared for her emotional and physical well being, woke her up with a tender kiss on her lips. Though spending almost every minute with each other over those endless days, they only had become intimate that one time. Though they both were drawn to each other all the time, Nathalie was tired in the evenings and fell asleep as soon as she laid down.

Gabriel sometimes was lying awake, watching her sleep peacefully in his arms and wondered, if she would at some point really get better. Or at least talk to him about it. Her vomiting seemed to have completely stopped over the last couple of days, but he was concerned, that she was still sleeping so very much.

When Nathalie opened her eyes and saw Gabriel standing right in front of her, she smiled.

"One last thing to do", she whispered and stretched her arms and legs, exposing her stomach and laced panties, because her shirt slipped upwards. She quickly covered herself again.

The designer chuckled. "You're still feeling embarrassed, because you are getting back to a normal weight for a woman your height? You know, I could stare at you all night and you wouldn't even notice!", he teasingly said.

"But I wouldn't know, would I? And I certainly hope you did not!", she lamented, while she sat up and stretched again she yawned soundly. "Time to say goodbye to my mum, I guess", she mumbled sadly, as she saw the black clothes waiting for her on the back of a chair.

The man pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I am right here, my dear, and I won't go away. You can do that." He smiled down at her. "Were those the words, you wanted me to keep in mind, because I would need them sooner as I think?"

The female gazed at him with blushing cheeks.

"The words were the right ones, just the occasion I was talking about was a different one."

She left him standing there, wondering what she could be talking about. There would be for example Adrien's upcoming graduation, or other things someone needed a few kind words. God, those words would be good in so many situations. He decided to let it slip one last time. She had promised to tell him everything, when the funeral was over, and well, today was the day of the funeral, so, as soon as she felt a little better, she hopefully would lay open what bothered her.

Nathalie took a glance in the mirror before she stepped under the shower and wondered, if he was really that blind, that he hadn't noticed yet, or if she just thought she had put on so much around the waist. It didn't matter anyway, after today she hopefully would be able to focus on more than giving her mother the burial she deserved.

The only people, who were gathered around the small whole in the ground, where the urn would be buried, were Tom and Sabine, Marinette and Adrien, as well as her and Gabriel. And of course the Gorilla, who stood right next to them and gave her a compassionate grunt, when the mortician brought the urn on a small cart.