"𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬."
Cara Pritchard, a fun-loving and free-wheeling girl who has always been the black sheep of her family. Her older brother can whistle with c...
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"TODAY, THE SEAWALL WILL FLOOD, and we've made our decision. We will leave this island in a boat that Bertrand has built and named after me to rejoin the world in time for our first child to be born. We came here to raise our children somewhere safe, but we now realise we cannot shelter them forever. If it is a girl, we will name her Violet. If it is a boy..."
"Lemony!" Klaus read out delightedly from where he sat at the table in the corner of the large treehouse, reading out the last chapter of the book the orphans had been reading since that fatal night where they had been stranded on this island forever.
"Lemony." Violet laughed, her feet traipsing upon the upper level of the treehouse as she made adjustments to her most recent invention. It involved a gear, a rope and did something that the others weren't quite sure of yet. "They were gonna name me Lemony."
"I wonder why that name was so important." Klaus hummed. The book that their parents had written and documented their journey in lay cradled in his hands, fingers holding the leather-bound novel gently as if he was holding his lovers hands.
"We met a Lemony, remember?" Violet wondered, staring down at her brother from the balcony she was on.
"Our parents never told us about him." Klaus furrowed his eyebrows, sighing as he reached up to unbutton one of the top buttons of his crisp white shirt, relieving himself from the warmth of the island that swamped them that day.
"Our parents never told us a lot of things." Violet retorted with a little laugh.
"Ain't that the truth?" A new voice joined their conversation, entering the treehouse with a baby in her arms. She held it so lightly, so maternally that it was hard to believe it wasn't hers. If she was a little bit older, the baby could've easily passed off as her own daughter.
Cara Pritchard walked into the room that already held the Baudelaires. Beatrice was in her arms, comfortable and smiling as the baby's hand fiddled with the silky black hair that fell down Cara's shoulders in straight tresses. Violet smiled at her entrance, returning to her work on the invention whereas Klaus dropped the book from his hand, standing and immediately making his way over to Cara.
In the year that the five of them had been stranded on this island after refusing to leave on the last Decision Day with the rest of the colony, Klaus had grown again. Cara had not, which she liked to sulk about every day. Even Sunny had grown. Their ages had changed. Their outlook had changed. The constant sulk they had all been in had been wiped away and replaced with joy again, something none of them ever though possible.
"Hey," Klaus greeted Cara with a hand feathering her waist a little as he smiled down at her, still as nerdy and awkward as the day they first kissed in the hotel. Cara grinned up at him, her eyes shining at the sight of him before her. "How was it?"
