"Mommy!" I turn, my youngest running into the kitchen with her other three siblings.
"Yeah, Calliope?" she smiles, looking like her father. She has his eyes, and his sassyness.
"I found the cookies that Daddy likes!" I giggle, picking her up.
"Oh, you did, did you? He's gonna get you if you don't put them back, Calliope Brenda Barba." she gasps, running to the pantry.
"Pierre! Henri! Stop it!" I heard my oldest daughter, Amélia, screaming at her younger brothers. I sigh, waddling because, I was having another baby.
"Hey! Be nicer to your sister, Henri John! Pierre Andrew, don't make me get your father!"
"What's this about getting fathers?" I turn and my husband of two years standing in the doorway, his overcoat and vest off, exposing his multi-colored suspenders.
"I need a nap, mon amour." I mutter, rubbing my eyes.
"Of course, mi amor." I kiss him, trotting to my bedroom, and laying down on the sheets. I close my eyes, wishing for all of this to stay. I love this. I absentmindedly place my hand on my swollen stomach, hearing my husband enter.
"Mi amor?" I open my eyes, his hair sticking up in the way I like.
"I like your hair, baby." he smiles, coming over and sitting by me. He lays down, placing a hand on my stomach.
"I'm so happy, mi ángel." I kiss his cheek, running a hand through his messy, raven-colored hair.
"I'm happy too, mon angé."
That's how it stayed, forever. Happy and married. With four kids and one on the way.
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Ballet and Bloodbaths
Fanfiction(Y/N) is forced to marry Raoul when he kills her love, claiming it was self-defense. What happens when the supposedly 'deceased' love causes hell to get her back?
