Bastian - Chapter 148 - Trill - WoopRead
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✧Trill✧
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She was thinking about pushing him away. Being disturbed from her sweet slumber by an uninvited guest, while her baby still slept in her tummy, was not a pleasant experience.
Why?
How dare you touch it?
She was very angry that Bastian would think it was okay to touch her without asking and impulsively grabbed his hand. As a mother, she vowed to not let her children learn submission's stance. Although her resolve was strong, she felt helpless under Bastian's hands.
He could subdue her with nothing more than a single hand, but still let her choose, a silent whisperS tha he'd back off if she said no.
Odette stared out into the dark room with vacant eyes. His strong hand still rested on her belly. She could feel his heartbeat through his chest and oddly enough, it beat in time with hers. It was soothing.
She should turn away from him, she knew that, she couldn't sleep next to a man that had given her so much hurt, but she had given him just as much. Their animosity for each other had gone too far, how could they ever be happy with each other? It was a foolish dream she needed to let go of.
Still, it all felt like the echo that stuck even after the piano was no longer being played. It rang in her ears and unlike the piano, it didn't feel like it was ever going to fade.
The warmth of his hand gently resting against her belly felt so comforting and warm. It wasn't that she didn't have the strength to push it away, to reject his touch, but more that she didn't want to, she wanted that comfort.
With her eyes closed, Odette slowly guided Bastian's hand to the right side of her belly, where the baby was currently laying. She wanted to consider him as being unrelated to the child and her determination remained unchanged. No matter how much she tried to deny it, the fact still remained, this man was the fathers child.
Like the Da capo, back to the beginning. She accepted that limitation and entrusted her heart to the illusion. And again, Trill. Just a little longer and it will reveal itself to be futile, no doubt. The moment will fade away and things will go back to the nightmare she was living.
The child stirred, as if it felt the presence of its father. At the same time, a tremor ran through Bastian's fingers. Odette guided his hand closer to the child. Nothing might have gone right, but it was still a birthday to remember. The first snow of winter, twenty four Iris' and chocolates that made their child dance.
In the future, should the child ever ask about their father, Odette would tell them of this day. Even though they rarely saw eye to eye, there were still a number of beautiful days like this. 'You were born in that light' ~She'd protect her child's heart, even if it meant being a dishonest mother.
As the baby stilled and the New Year's first bell tolled, fireworks danced over the distant ocean, setting alight a grand manor's celebration.
In this final act, Odette, accepting the ending, gently unwound her grasp on Bastian. As her fingers slipped away, the second firework blossomed, bathing the Ardennes' night canvas in a kaleidoscope of sparks.
Beneath the beautiful dance of the spectral bloom her eyes welled up by the sweet sorrow of silent tears. Bastian's warmth enveloped her hand, gently led hers back to their sleeping child. In the midst of the scintillating fireworks illuminating the sky, their fingers wove an intimate tapestry, held close to their sleeping child, until the poetic chime of the twelfth bell.
