Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Divine Creation

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A week passed by from that unfortunate — or fortunate?— event.

Struggling to open her eyes, Millie found herself stuck on a bed she didn't recognize at first.
Blinking her eyelids, her irises wandered through the enclosed space, expecting to find some reference in that apparently unknown place.

The room was huge: blue walls with sophisticated painted golden details, two big French windows from which you could see the outstanding garden and trees; a handmade parquet made of the finest mahogany and, of course, vases of red roses — quite everywhere. On the desk, near Finn's blue jaguar and his piano keyboard. The concrete proof that, yes, that room wasn't just hers.

Also, she noticed that the air was filled with a familiar scene: her favorite essence, jasmine.

And then she finally remembered. She had been resting in her new house for a whole week — Castle Wolfbrown. That place was nothing but Finn and hers' new bedroom.

"Oh, look who's just woken up." David smiled happily, as he was closing the book he was reading with dedication.

Immediately, his hand reached hers, locking his fingers with hers. The mere touch made both of them feel warm and relaxed.

"Dad... Hm, have you been here for all of this time?" Millie yawned, still a little bit confused and sleepy, but definitely glad of not being alone.

"Sure, kid. I have never left you alone."

After what she had been through he really didn't want to leave her by herself neither for an only damn second. He was so glad that killer was dead... When Finn told him what happened, it took eight hours for David to calm down. Eight bloody hours.

Eventually, talking with Finn helped him to find his inner peace again. Their enemy was ended, disappeared. They both were about to lose the only person that matter and that, indeed, helped them to improve their precarious and unstable bond.

"And where's Lilia?" She asked again, as she remembered that her face was the last thing she saw before falling asleep that morning.

Yes, Millie swore she was caressing her just to make her sleep. Like a mother does with her children before they fall asleep.

"Lilia had to go to the hospital and check on Gaten, but's he's fine. So, Finn asked me to take care of you while he was away this afternoon. But fear not — his ass will be here soon, annoying the hell out of me." He snorted.

"Oh, okay." She smiled tenderly, as she tried to not feel disgusting in those conditions.
"I still feel horrible, though."

The one who had to deal with all the consequences of the incident of last week was Millie among everybody; she had lost too much blood from the wound, she was terribly sick and weak. Finn didn't leave her alone for a single moment... but with the love and care of her family and friends, she felt like life was still worth to live again.

"Yeah, you are not at your best, honey. Are you hungry? I brought you some soup." He said while pointed at the meal he cooked for her earlier.

"Chicken soup?" Millie asked with shiny eyes.

It was her favorite since she was a kid; every time she was ill, her dad cooked that and then, she felt immediately better.

"The best chicken soup out there. Grandma Brown taught me how to cook it, I had taught you and you will teach it to your own kids one day." He simply stated, as Millie looked at him with curious eyes.