ᴅᴀɴᴅᴇʟɪᴏɴꜱ ( 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 )

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

OPHELIA DARLING COULDN'T BELIEVE HER EARS. The words that had been uttered by the older Baudelaires made her feel lightheaded. Her mind buzzed with questions, one appearing after the next. She stared dumbfounded at the adults who had warm smiles on their faces.

The eldest Baudelaire was the first to react as she jumped into the arms of her parents who she had thought to be dead. She couldn't help but sob in relief. She tightened her grip on her parents who she thought would disappear any second. Violet couldn't believe that her parents were alive. The hole in her heart that had appeared the day the inventor thought her parents to be dead was filled again.

Klaus and Sunny followed suit and the three Baudelaires sobbed from relief, love and dumbfoundedness. Their parents simply smiled and gently soothed them, muttering soothing things in their ears as they comfortably patted their children's backs.

Ophelia's mother stared with a soft smile gracing her face, as she stared at her friends. 

"H-how are y-you alive?" Violet asked hiccupping between each syllable.

"It's a long story, dears." Bertrand Baudelaire said, wiping the tears off his children's faces. His warm brown eyes made contact with Ophelia's mother's soft blue eyes and surprise was evident on his face.

"Diana?" He asked slowly and in confusion. The Baudelaires stared at their father and Ophelia's mother confused.

"Bertrand," The blonde darted her eyes to Beatrice. "Beatrice," She said smiling at them.  The adults hugged which made Ophelia even more confused.

Both the Baudelaire parents looked at Ophelia with an excited and unidentifiable expression.

"This is my daughter, Ophelia."

"Oh my, what a fine lady you have grown into," Beatrice said, her voice full of warmth which eased Ophelia's nerves.

"The last time I saw you, you were a little baby," Bertrand said, smiling kindly down at the girl.

"You have met Ophelia before?" Klaus questioned. All three of the Baudelaire children had regained their composure. Now they had never felt happier, their heart was dancing on the clouds. All of the children had red, puffy eyes from their crying.

Bertrand and Beatrice nodded their heads and smiled lovingly at them.

"Why don't we go to my house and you can catch up with your children?" Diana offered and the Baudelaies along with the Baudelaire parents nodded. They started walking to Ophelia's home and Sunny was being carried by her father, Klaus was holding his hand and Violet was holding her mother's hand.

The villagers had stared at the scene in front of them with confused expressions of their own, too dumbfounded to do anything.

They reached Ophelia's home and Ophelia's mother prepared tea and some biscuits as all of the others sat at the dinner table. Ophelia's mother placed the tea and biscuits on the table and the Baudelaire parents started eating.

There was silence for a little while as the Baudelaires kept staring at their parents. Klaus, unable to bear it any longer, blurted out.

"How are you alive?"

Beatrice smiled and started narrating the story.

The Baudelaires had just been sent to Briny Beach and the Baudelaire parents comfortably sat on the leather couches of one of their enormous living rooms.

"When are we doing to tell the children?" Beatrice whispered to her husband in concern. "Count Olaf has been--."

"Soon, love, soon," Bertrand reassured as he grabbed his wife's hand and squeezed it comfortably.