The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin, Malory and the Red-Head Couple. (4)

Who lives, Who died, Who'll tell the story?

No One POV:

Everything froze around Malory. She was the only one who was looking around as everyone tried to process what's going on. She was sure she was in the middle of processing it too, mostly because she didn't expect it to be the way she reunites Tintin with his parents, but still...

Rosita's hands flew to her mouth as she muffled the gasp of horror and shock that just escaped her lips, Desmond's eyes widened as his hand flopped in slow motion to his side before the gun slipped from his fingers, clattering on the ground.

And Tintin... oh, Tintin...

His mouth was gaped in pure shock and disbelief of what's in front of him. Even his brilliant mind needed a moment to understand that this is real. That what's in front of him is the moment he has secretly dreamed of his entire new life.

"M-Mother?..." Tintin finally spoke up in a tone that his partner don't think she has ever heard coming from him and made her look up in a little shock as well.

The voice of a man with the past of a broken child, breaking it out of his' cage after this long time of being held back.

And that's all what was needed for Rosita to snap as the tears streamed down and she sobbed, slowly walking towards her son, who let go of Malory and only needed to take a few steps to meet his mother as they embraced, Rosita soaking the shoulder of his coat with tears.

"Oh, my Baby... my Sweet Baby boy..." She broke and mumbled as Tintin rocked the both of them side to side, still trying to process but probably half of it was complete because Malory gaped a little in concern when Tintin suddenly let out a sharp sob and started crying as well.

Desmond still stood there, in the same position he got himself into the moment he saw Tintin but slowly took one step forward, catching Tintin's attention as he pulled away from his mother gently and she just kept sobbing and caressing his cheek, trying to wipe the tears she didn't try to wipe from herself.

Desmond's pace picked up more and more until finally, just as Tintin turned to face him, he was already in front of him, putting his hands on each side of his head before wrapping them around his son's neck, hugging him as he said with his broken voice:

"My Son...", and it only took a minute for Tintin to react as he wrapped his arms around Desmond's torso while mumbling a little louder and with a clear smile in his voice:

"Father..."

The smile formed on Malory's lips as she watched the exchange, part of her proud that it's a lot thanks to her. Again! Not in the way she expected but... live with whatever life gives you, I guess...

And that's when Rosita turned to look at the younger girl and let out a remained sob as she reached for her and hugged her tightly in an embrace only a loving mother could give, an embrace she doesn't think she ever actually felt.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much for giving us our son back, Darling! I'm so sorry about earlier! Really!" She said as she pulled away, making Malory chuckle.

"It's fine, I guess I'm used to being pointed at with a gun for misunderstood reasons or not." She replied, making Rosita look at her in confusion and surprise as she blushed in realization, "Yes, I think it does sounds better in my head."

Rosita smiled at that when suddenly Tintin gasped.

"Oh Malory, you're crying!" He said as he rushed to Malory's side, much to his parents' amusement, and wiped the wet rivers from her cheeks that she didn't even know she has, "It's alright, I'm here now."