~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 20

       (POV Switch mid chapter, so sorry for any confusion!)

 Neuvillette picked up his daughter, hoisting her onto his pelvis, kissing her forehead one last time before turning to Wriothesley.

"Hehe, never thought I'd live to see the Iudex being a father to a child."

"Mother."

Wriothesley's brows raised, but he smiled. The Duke was possibly the only one who wouldn't flinch a centimeter if he launched himself at him. Somehow, he seemed to always see through the Chief Justice, reading his emotions like an open book. It was one of the multitude of things he admired about him.

"Ah, my bad. Mother, to a child."

He stepped forward, gently reaching out to hold her.

"May I?"

Neuvillette hesitated, thinking about what happened earlier with Miss Laura. However, to his shock, Lucille cooed, and stretched out, demanding Wriothesley's attention.

She seems to trust him...

Wriothesley won't hurt her, he'd rather sympathize with her...

I trust him, he's very responsible.

The Chief Justice nodded, stepping forward and handing the little girl to the latter.

"Gently, please."

Wriothesley nods, taking her in his arms. For a man of his status and physique, his grasp on her was surprisingly gentle, yet firm as to not drop her.

"Whose child is she...?"

"I do not know, I was walking through Vasari Passage, when she pulled on my braid, asking for my attention. I thought it would be best to take her with me until her parents come for her."

Wriothesley nods, pinching her cheek as the little girl laughed happily. The Duke's lips curved upwards into a rare and handsome smile. 

Has he always been this handsome...?

The inner dragon crooned, checking him out as a potential mate-

E-Eh!? Mate-!?

Neuvillette couldn't help the slight blush that covered the tips of his ears.

"Hey Peanut, what's your name?"

"Owah... L-L... oo... steele."

Another smile grew on the Administrator's lips, and he chuckled.

"Loosteele... very original."

"It's Lucille, actually."

The little girl blinked her blue eyes at him, and Wriothesley gasped.

Those eyes...! How?!

When Wriothesley looked into her eyes, he nearly yelped in surprise. Her eyes, were a carbon copy  of his own... it seemed like he was looking into a mirror!

The more he stared, the higher his suspicions rose. This little girl that Neuvillette had found all alone, was an eerily perfect mix of both the Duke and the Iudex...