Following Butterflies

Prologue

“Dear if you pace like that the baby will know you're nervous. And then we'll have to calm her too.” a soft spoken and proper voice cut clear through the tension of the room. In her arms was a child no older than a few months, perhaps should they wrap her in a blanket she would be swallowed whole. 

"I don't want you doing this love. It's not safe. I should be with you should the future hold so much travesty in it for you. For us." He was quickly becoming aggravate with the problem. Not his wife. as she seemed to be the only thing keeping him calm at the moment. "I want this to be better than this. For us to keep going on like this. I don't want this future you've seen. I believe I have the right to complain."

"And you do. I want you to go against it. It shows you how much you truly care for us, to go against Fate for us." She spoke in a soft and calming tone and let herself stand. Lifting the child in her arms she stared up to him. Nearly a foot in height difference. Her pale blonde hair tied into a braid behind her back. "This is not the end. My dear, it is only the beginning of the life of our child." 

He reached his hand to her face caressing the soft cheek as pale it may be from her worry and stress. He truly loved and cared for his wife and so seeing her out herself through this agony, to save him and her child, hurt his soul. And despite doing everything he thought he could; he was still losing her to the world of cruelty. "My dear, dear Butterfly. I wish not to let you go. And you know I will hold you forever in my heart. However I fear we must depart now. If to meet down the road again." 

"Your words give me hope and I would love to see you in our future. I wish the future ill change. I simply want to be able to hold you so close." He smiled and let her pass the child onto him. A coo was heard as she transferred hands and they laugh.

"She's so bright and observant. Just like you my love. I wonder... shall she be as stubborn as you as well?" He swayed with her in his arms. perhaps for the last time as he thought long and hard about how this would go down. 

"Perhaps she will be. I want to be able to see her get old enough to follow me in my own foot steps and know that I can see her become something beautiful and something more than me. A true butterfly." She said holding herself, arms wrapped around her waist. Truly nervous, as this was the end. 

"And one day you shall. But as much as it aches my heart the time for you to leave has approached. My dear, Autumn. Would you steal my fate with a kiss? The last before you leave."

"Should it be the last of my life, I shall. My dear, Bjørn." She had to reach herself up on the balls of her toes, only for him to still have the need to bend down in order to reach her soft lips.

The child between them with the same pale blonde hair as her mother eyes blue and so clear they might be the sea. She was rosy pink in her cheeks and looked between her parents with some sort of acknowledgment that this was something big. She knew something was going to happen. 

The world was changing in this very moment and so was her fate. The future was never set in stone for a butterfly it seemed. Especially not for one who is filled with them.