Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

A day in the life

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Fourteen days passed by and life at Castle Wolfhard was strangely quiet and satisfying.

It seemed a summer night as any other, but Millie really couldn't sleep. Was it because Finn was literally hugging her like a koala? Was it because the wedding was getting near and so her anxiety was raising too? Or was it because of the nightmares that she still had in the corner of her mind?
She didn't know.

All that she did know was that she was hungry. Not a common hunger, more like a craving that twisted her guts. It was a real need she couldn't satisfy anymore since she found out she was pregnant.

She craved the unusual things. Some days before, for example, she literally sneaked into the kitchen at four a.m just to dip cheese puffs into chocolate icing. Weird, indeed, but satisfying.

This time wasn't that different. Millie was just about to find out what her body needed.

She looked around, trying to get up from the mattress without waking Finn up. Stealthy, like a ninja, she brushed his arm off of her and she tip toed to the bedroom door. In the right moment she did, his sleepy voice caught her.

"Mom, I miss you..." Finn mumbled, as his cheek was rested to his pillow and a rivulet of saliva streamed down his lip.

She couldn't help to find him extremely adorable, as she was hiding a tiny smile. He was having another of those dreams... the ones he was so terrified to do when he lived all alone in the mansion. A never ending fear of falling into those dark memories of the murder of his mother.

But sleeping next to her helped him to rest without any preoccupation.

"Baby dolls must be treated.." He murmured again, this time with sugar poured in his lips.
"Right."

Millie smiled.
Could he be cuter than that?

Feeling hot and sweaty for the summerish weather outside, Millie collected her hair and styled it into a little pony tail as she walked down the marble stairs of her new house — even if calling it a house was such a disrespect. It was one of the finest palaces she had ever seen. And funny thing, it was all hers!

In the first days, Millie got lost in there at least a dozen of times. It was way too huge, and she was used to small spaces like her old blue little house in the suburbs of Vancouver; now, she was living like a sort of royal without title in that spectacular palace.

There were a few rooms that she completely adored: Finn and her's bedroom; her private library; and a room next to theirs that she purposely left untouched.

"What? Why aren't we going to do something with this room? We can build a gym or a small cinema. Yeah, about a private cinema?" Finn asked, as he mumbled.

"Sure." She rolled her eyes.
"And what would we watch?"

"We could watch my indie movies! I have a fine collection!" He added, picturing a big screen on the wall.

But Millie clearly had other plans with it.
The room was big, next to theirs and it was perfect for the baby.

She would have put the pastel pink canopy crib there, just at the very center of it and colored the walls in a light purple. Then, of course, stuffed toys everywhere and dainty flowers on the shelves. Oh, and what about white laced curtains?

"I don't know. I want this to be more... special!" She grinned, as she was picturing her dream baby's bedroom.

He seriously didn't know what she had in mind. "Special? You're so fucking weird."