maid • kaeya

lxxvii

• third person •

(Y/N) closed her bedroom door behind her.

A heavy breath heaved from her chest. Her hand lingered upon the door handle, her gaze fixed upon it, her eyes slightly narrow.

She swallowed, finally stepping back. (Y/N) approached her wardrobe, swiftly tugging it open, tiptoeing as she reached for the shelf at the top of the wardrobe, rummaging around. Her shoulders relaxed slightly when her fingers brushed against the hard cover of a familiar thick book. Carefully, she grabbed it, tugging it off the shelf.

She gazed at it fondly as she closed her wardrobe's doors, before gradually moving towards her desk. Placing the book down, she sat upon her chair, sucking in a breath once more.

It was her father's notebook. The one Kaeya and her had found in his room a few years ago. The one that was about... (Y/N) as a baby... and her mother.

Her father had read it to her before. However, since it was written in Fontaine's language, her father decided that he would translate each and every page for her, so that she could read it again whenever she wanted. Luca knew that this book was just as precious to her as it was to him.

(Y/N) had reread the entire notebook a few times already. Though, today, there was only a single entry she wanted to reread.

Although it was primarily about (Y/N) and her mother... in some of the entries, her father would also write about others who helped her parents with her occasionally. Which, of course... included (Y/N)'s now step-dad... Leon.

It was always surprising whenever she read the entries that mentioned Leon. Apparently, Leon used to play with her a lot as a baby, and... Leon and her mother were also good friends.

In fact... the more she thought about it... the more she read those entries... and the more she thought back to her own memories... it seemed very likely that... her mother actually knew.

That her mother knew that Leon was in love with her own husband.

And... somehow... she didn't mind it at all.

It made sense when (Y/N) would think back to the few conversations she could remember with her mother when she was small. She remembered her mother telling her about love. Telling her that love never runs out.

When... she asked (Y/N) what she would think if her father loved a friend.

Maybe... somehow... her mother wanted her father to move on. To find love with Leon.

Of course, if they were good friends, her mother would know that her father would be in good hands with Leon.

And he really was. Leon really loved her father, and her father really loved him.

And now... Leon even saw her... as his daughter.

A gentle smile curving her lips at that thought again, (Y/N) flicked through a few pages of the notebook. Given the amount of times she had reread this book already, she was pretty certain about the whereabouts of the entry she was trying to find. She skimmed through a few of the pages about a quarter of the way through the book, her eyes finally lighting up the moment they found the page she was looking for.

She leant forward in the chair, beginning to read through it once again.

Ah, whoops. I haven't managed to write in here for a bit, it seems. (Y/N)'s not a newborn anymore, but our sleeps don't seem to be getting any less sleepless, hahaha.

At least I have good news. Ilse's condition is doing a lot better these days. I still try to make sure she stays asleep during the night when (Y/N) wakes up, but, well, a mother will always awaken to her baby's cries. Hehe, well, for some reason, (Y/N) calms a lot quicker when she can hear the voices of both of her parents. So I suppose it isn't too bad.