Lafayette POV
The flight to Paris went much quicker than I expected to be. Then again, George and Martha did book all of us a nonstop flight. I'm forever in their debt since they took me under their wings when they didn't have to but yet they did. They're the most loving and caring mother and father I've ever had when I must've been separated from my own birth parents. Sighing quietly to myself while my friends were looking around Paris like little kids in Disneyland. I chukle softly but I notice that Angelica isn't fascinated by the scenery of my beloved home country. In which I can completely understand. Since she did spent about 2 years here in Paris for study abroad.
I wasn't sure what class though since she never specified it but I brush it off. Looking around at my home country once again realizing that not much has since for the past decade. Besides a few new restaurants and clothing store from here and there. But, one place is still inside the heart of Paris. The only place where everyone can feel accepted and loved by the owner. A well-known bakery that I use visits during my childhood. Quite strange that I remember this bakery vaguely but yet I don't remember what my own birth family faces.
"Laffy? You okay buddy?" Mulligan question. I always knew that Hercules would always be somewhat the dad of our group. Not that I minded though since he's my best friend and the person that introduced me to Peggy. He kept teasing me wondering if he should be the flower girl for our wedding. We burst out laughing at the thought his joke. Hercules always knew how to cheer me up during a desperate time.
"Not really, mon ami. What if my birth parents don't remember me..or they want nothing to do with me" I responded worriedly
"Laf, I'm sure that not true"
"How can you be sure?"
"If any mother or father were to lose their child, I'm sure that they'll be praying every day and every night for their missing child to return home"
Hercules and I held hands for a moment before going inside the bakery. Just hearing the tiny bell ringing once you open those doors and the smell of freshly baked loaves of bread. An instant flashback just appear right before my eyes where I saw my child self-running up to the bakery. I see a little girl wearing a purple sundress while her hair was in a half ponytail. Suddenly her face isn't a blur at all. Her face is clear right before me. I...I know this girl..this is...
"Adrienne..?" I called without even noticing it myself. Suddenly, a young girl around my age or perhaps even younger met my gaze. Her caramel hair was tied up in a half ponytail while her snow white skin went pale for a moment. Tears were threatening to leave her sapphire blue eyes. Letting a light sob escape past her lips before rushing over to me. My best friend, Marie Adrienne Françoise de Noailles. The daughter of the baker whom I looked up as an uncle. Her father is a kind and loving young man, I can't believe so much has changed in this same bakery.
"Lafayette...you're alive?" Adrienne staggers
"In the flesh, mon ami" I responded
"Laf...My father and I..thought you were dead. We were so worried about you"
"Je Suis désolé"
"It fine, Laf. You're here now"
Adrienne kissed my cheek as a friendly gesture when reuniting old friends and family member. I smiled before her cheek as well since out of respect. Out of nowhere Peggy just suddenly grabbed my arm very tightly. I swear this girl is gonna break my arm one of these days. I notice that Alexander and the other were snickering underneath their breaths. Those jackasses. Adrienne began laughing at me and my friends' childish manners.
"Adrienne, qui est la?" a deep voice called
A middle age man enters the bakery carrying a few groceries bags. His eyes met my eyes once again in instantly brought the memories once again. Uncle Jean is a very noble man who seems very strict and fearsome but he's sweet and caring. I remember meeting him as a child and I instantly took a liking to Uncle Jean. He's the one that taught about the stars and their constellations. He'll also lend some fresh baked and warm baguettes for free. I'll never forget the time where he let me spend the night at the bakery during a terrible thunderstorm. My family was worry dearly about but luckily Uncle Jean kept me underneath his shelter and was rewarded for his kindness and generosity. I'm just really lucky and grateful that some of my friends from the past are still here and alive.
"L...Lafayette" Uncle Jean stutters
"Je Suis rentree, Pere"
Sorry, for this sucky chapter and the ending...I hope you enjoy it and until then. Bye Bye
Translation
"Je Suis désolé": I'm sorry
"Adrienne, qui est la?" : Adrienne, who's there?
"Je Suis rentree, Pere" : I'm back/ I'm home, uncle
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