Tulip's Destiny

XV - Bittersweet Memories

Don't you sometimes wonder how we still choose to suffer from remembering something we could have rather choose to forget? There will always be a piece of memory we couldn't help but cling unto. Actively, restoring remnants of it we consciously buried. No matter how deep we try to hide, a trace of it will always be left behind... because we want to... we just couldn't let go.

Everything felt melting away. After a moment of darkness, she found herself waking up to a new yet awaking feeling. A feeling of reconnection, like coming home... Soon, she saw blinding flashes of memories before her eyes. It wasn't hers, but it all felt like it was hers to remember. She was experiencing someone's memories first-hand, then her head began spinning once again.

Catherine Burnell - Bruxen

I sat near the window, brush stroke after another, mixing paints until I had my color. I was painting a nice view from outside. The green mountains and trees.I hovered over my chair to my paints looking for a shade of emerald, when I suddenly had an urge to throw up.

I immediately went to the bathroom and threw up. I got back and Mikhail was still there where I left him, on the chair crossed leg reading a book. Oh and did I mention, we were at the library, our favorite spot around the house mostly because it had beautiful lighting.

Oh I need to go, again. So I did, this time Mikhail noticed it too, when I came back his chair was now already facing my painting spot. So I looked at him confused, he just gave me a nod and went back with his reading.

"Gosh I need to go again!" I whined loudly, annoyed going back and forth. After I went to the bathroom I was shocked to see Mikhail greeting me at the entrance of the library.

"Are you okay?" He asked with an evident look of worry. "I guess not, I feel dizzy smelling the paints they make me want to throw up and you know me, I love paintssss!!! Ohh wait I need to go back again!"

Worried, Mikhail escorted me to the bathroom and then to the bed. He settled me in and even prepared a basin for when I needed to throw up again.

He was now pacing the floors in a circle, looking at me then to his hand, before he dialed the telephone and looked at me again. I can barely contain my laughter, I never seen him this worried and frantic, he's usually very calm. It was not long after a doctor arrived and checked on me.

"Are you sure she's fine?" He asked deep breathing.

"Yes, she is. In fact, she could be more than fine."

"Huh?" I looked confused at the doctor, he was smiling.

"She's pregnant." The doctor announced.

Mikhail sighed then stared at us for a moment, me, I'm stunned. I don't even know if I heard it correctly. "I'm what?!" I asked again, biting my lips from the tension. "You're going to be a mother." The doctor smiled looking at us.

It wasn't long before Mikhail threw himself on me, lifting me from the bed kissing my forehead, he was jumping in joy.

"I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!" He shouted, shaking the doctor then turning to me for a hug. "And you're going to be a mother." Mikhail smiled calmly at me, cupping my face before kissing me.

"I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!"

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Soon my bump started showing and Mikhail was still over the moon, so over the moon that he started buying so many things for the baby and dedicated a whole hallway full of packages for the baby. The doctor said that I'm sensitive to pregnancy so I have to avoid stress, so Mikhail insisted on doing everything himself, decorating and organizing the room.