"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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Greetings sweet people.... How are you?
This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯)
Please ignore the typo mistakes
Enjoy!!
Edouard - Nedvar's father Ma Arne - Nedvar's mother Mama Clair - Hermione's mother Papa Warner - Hermione's father _______________________________________
"Vee, are you alright?" Aurora asked, her voice filled with concern. Vittoria, standing behind her and zipping up her gown, glanced at her in the mirror.
Hermione blinked several times and shook her head. "Nothing, I'm fine. Just thinking about how four days have passed in a blur," she whispered dreamily. Aurora side-hugged her tightly, and Hermione returned the embrace while sitting on the chair.
"Everything will be good, Vee," Vittoria said, hugging her from behind and resting her chin on Hermione's head. The trio smiled at each other in their embrace, tightening their grips around one another.
"Vee, don't think too much about it. Everything is going to be fine," Vittoria assured Hermione, who was seated at the vanity in her room. She was dressed for the wedding, her makeup minimal with just a little blush, soft eyeshadow, and berry-colored lips that matched the elegance she carried with her everywhere.
As Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror, she felt ethereal. However, her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. She knew her world was going to change in about an hour.
Staring at herself, she felt beautiful, and a sudden wave of confidence arose within her, urging her not to lose hope and to adapt to the changes ahead. The trio was so engrossed in each other's embrace that they didn't hear the door open. It was only when Hermione felt a light weight on her lap that she gasped softly and looked down to see little Ethan dressed in a baby blue prince suit, resting his head on her lap.
Hermione gently rubbed Ethan's neck and slowly pulled him onto her lap without wrinkling her dress. He kissed her cheek and nestled his head against her chest. "Mama, please don't cry," he whispered against her, making her heart swell with affection. "I'm not, Bubba," she replied, pecking the top of his head.
She was always surprised by the bond she shared with Ethan. He brought out a motherly instinct she had never realized was there. It fascinated her how this little boy had such power over her emotions, making it impossible for her to deny this marriage, especially since she had unknowingly promised to be his mother.
"Okay, don't get so emotional. Stop! This doesn't suit us," Vittoria huffed in a faux angry voice, blinking back tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. Aurora laughed in a broken voice, feeling a lump rise in her throat. Hermione cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.
