Hannibal: Your Mine

Chapter 24: Close Call

Ivy's POV

I finally felt stable enough to leave the bathroom. I was constantly worrying for Hannibal. Did he want a child? And if he did,would we be a happy family? I lingered outside the study for a few minutes before pushing open the door.
"Hannibal.....You owe me a bottle of whiskey! I'm not pregnant!"
I sighed a breathe of relief, but Hannibal seemed a bit...Off.
"Hannibal, Honey, Are you ok?"

"Yes, darling, I'm fine" He said sparking a smile.
"Are you sure? Cause......I mean if you wanted.....We could..."

"I would be happy either way, As long as I know that I could be a great father, or a great boyfriend, I'm happy"
Hannibal was ready either way. Pregnant or not! I had great respect for this man. Hannibal kissed me on the forehead before going to his cabinet and pulling out a bottle of whiskey.
"I do owe you"
I took the bottle from him, but felt like.....I don't know, like it was very bad for me. I guess I still had the mind set of 'If I was Pregnant'. I didn't drink at dinner, but I did nurse over a glass of whiskey, when me and Hannibal had our little discussion.
"So, if I was pregnant.....Would my wound effect the pregnancy?" I asked Hannibal.
"Not really, but it may"

"May? I'm not Hannibal! I am not pregnant, get that out of your head..."

"Sorry, So did you ever think Chilton was The Ripper?"

"No....Sure I didn't like him, but maybe I knew it was him all along.......Hannibal?"

"Yes?"

"Who's Mishia?"

"She was my little sister.....She died when we were young. Lets just say her death changed me...."

"I had a sister......"

"You never mentioned her?"

"I said I 'had' a sister, like you said she 'was' your little sister.....Shes dead now"

"How did she die?"

"Cancer got here, but I always said it was karma.......You see, I come from old money Hannibal"

"I've known this for a while......Lane and Iceland are very well known"

"Indeed, but nobody knows what happened to Christen Lane's little sister. I was always the favourite of the family. There was only My sister and I. When my mother died, my father decided to split our inheritance between us, but when my father died, my sister took all the money for her self. She married into new money. I knew mother would have hated her for that, but anyway, I was forced over to Japan to live with my grandmother. It was when I went to college, I heard the news that my sister was fighting with breast cancer. It became very aggressive and she became terminal. A few months later, she died. My grandfather told me that I should tell my brother in law that I'm alive. That way I get back the family fortunes......."

"Why don't you?"

"I would love to go home, to go back as Ivory Lane, but I can not........"

"Nor can I. Home is filled with too many....Memories"

"Home for me means I have to-"
I stopped myself as I realised who I was talking to.......I have a boyfriend now, but still I remember him.......My phantom boy.
"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Why can't you go home?"

"It means coming home to a place I no longer know"

"Home is at the centre of my memory palace"

"It's getting late, and I'm tired. Its been a long day. Goodnight"
I left my glass beside Hannibal, kissing him before leaving. He tasted of Perseco. I went to bed dreaming of Japan, my grand castle, my sister lying in the ground and my phantom boy.....