𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 • Joost Klein

𝐗𝐈 • 𝐅𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐥â𝐧

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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A/N: just found out that joost shat in a white range rover one time and i'm not okay 😀😀 ALSO- i'm thinking after this fic is done i might make one of joost x a namless ghoulette oc, because after the ghost movie i'm on a ghost high rn anyway, let me know what you think teehee, enjoy !!! - love daisy

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9 Month Time Skip:

"Joren, get back here!" I yelled, running after him, trying not to trip from the combination of my heels and the uneven grass. His small laugh escaped him as he crawled along the lawn, his giggles a joyful melody. I grimaced, already imagining the dirt that would soon be all over his nice pants.

Nine months had passed since the trial, and life had gradually returned to a new kind of normal. Today, we were at Lizabeth's wedding, a day filled with celebration and love. The garden was a beautiful, vibrant green, adorned with flowers in full bloom, the perfect backdrop for such a joyous occasion.

As I chased after Joren, I couldn't help but smile at his exuberance. His tiny hands and knees were determined, pushing through the grass with an energy that seemed boundless. He looked back at me, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and delight.

"Joren, please." I called out, laughing despite myself. "Come back to Mummy."

He paused for a moment, giving me a look that was both innocent and mischievous, before resuming his adventure across the lawn. I quickened my pace, careful not to twist an ankle in my heels.

Lizabeth, radiant in her wedding dress, watched us from a distance, her laughter joining the chorus of happiness that filled the air. "He's got a lot of energy, doesn't he?" she called out, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I finally caught up to Joren, scooping him into my arms. He squealed with delight, his little hands grabbing at my necklace. "You're going to be the messiest boy at the wedding." I teased, brushing a smudge of dirt from his cheek.

Joost walked over, his smile as wide as ever. "He's just having fun." he said, wrapping an arm around my waist. "And you look beautiful, even with a dirty little boy in your arms." I blushed, leaning into his embrace. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself." I replied, admiring his suit and the way it perfectly complemented his handsome features. "Here." I said, holding out a wriggly Joren. "Take your child."

Joost chuckled as he reached for Joren, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Come here, little man." he said, taking our son into his arms. Joren immediately settled, his giggles softening as he nestled against his father.

Joren looked exactly like a miniature version of Joost. He had the same bright blue eyes that seemed to hold an endless depth of curiosity and mischief. His curly blonde hair, a perfect halo of golden ringlets, caught the sunlight, making him look angelic despite his recent escapade through the grass. His cherubic face was round and full of expression, and he already had the same easy, charming smile as his father.

"You really do look just like your daddy." I murmured, brushing a stray curl away from Joren's forehead. He blinked up at me with those big, bright eyes, and my heart melted all over again. Joost grinned, clearly proud of the resemblance. "He's got your spirit, though." he said, giving me a wink.