WAR | Timothée Chalamet

17 | Our Kingdom

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Two Years Later

I climbed off the carriage, taking in the castle towering over me.

I had been gone for a few weeks now, summoned to the South for business arrangements, and I was finally back in Lourdes. As I hopped onto the gravel, I caught sight of Ella and Arthur waiting for me by the stairs.

"I'm back!" I beamed, hurrying towards them, "what have I missed?"

Pulling them both into a giant hug, we all shared a collective squeal of excitement.

"First word," Ella smiled, "it was a momentous occasion!"

"I missed it?" I gasped, sticking out my bottom lip.

Last year I gave birth to the most beautiful baby in the world. A boy, who we named Timothée the II, after his father of course. The last time I saw him, he was starting to grow the same brown curls.

"What did he say?" I question eagerly, starting to hurry up the steps.

"It was very strange," Arthur said, "but I think it's because his nanny kept reading him those advanced math books."

"Well, what did he say?"

Arthur pauses, looking at Ella, trying to contain his laughter. I gave him a playful glare, and he finally fessed up.

"He said..." Arthur explained, "... statistics."

"Excuse me?"

"He said statistics. The math subject."

"Oh..." I nodded, "not what I was expecting, but at least it was a word."

We rushed down the hallway, my heart beating with anticipation. Once I got to the nursery, I spotted my son rolling around in his cradle.

"Timothée!" I cooned, reaching over to pick him up, "hi baby!"

Of course he didn't respond, but instead he gurgled up a smile. I planted a kiss on his forehead, rocking him back and forth in my arms. Arthur and Ella left the room, leaving me alone with my child.

"Did you miss me?" I said, pacing around the room.

The baby had the same green eyes that his father did, and the same rosy cheeks. I stopped walking, turning to look outside the window. The sun was streaming in, painting rainbows on the ground as it reflected off the glass.

Oh, how I missed this place.

"Welcome back," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, "I trust you had a safe journey?"

I turned around and saw Timothée lingering by the doorway, a smile on his face. He looked just as handsome as always.

"Nice to see you too," I teased.

My husband crossed the room, pecking me on the lips happily, before leaning down to hover over the baby in my hands.

"How's my lil' Timmy Tim?" He swooned, squeezing the child's chubby cheeks.

"He said his first word!" I exclaimed, "Statistics!"

"I know, I was there," the boy teased, "unlike you"

"Oh, shut up Timothée."

"Never."

He took baby Timmy from my hands, and held him up above his head, spinning around in a circle.

"Be careful!" I warned, "I swear to god, if you drop him-"

"He's flying!"

"Timothée..."

"Fine, fine," he pouted, bringing my child back down, "I'll keep him very safe."

"Good."

I watched as he walked over to the cradle, setting the baby back down gently. I couldn't help but smile to myself, infatuated with my surroundings. Especially with the two boys in front of me.

"I'm pretty sure the Nanny's responsible for reading him all those math books," I noted, dwindling towards the doorway, "Arthur may have hinted at it."

Timothée gasped, "Mrs. Lawton?"

"Last I checked, we only had one nanny."

"I don't see how that's a bad thing, " he shrugged, "that just means our baby will grow up to be a great mathematician."

"You mean heir."

"Mathematician."

"Timothée!"

He laughed, his low chuckle resonating off of his chest. Reaching for his hand, we laced our fingers together, slipping into the hallway. Ever since the kingdoms were reunited, the place felt more alive; finally the hallways weren't as cold and dim as they used to be.

"You know," I mentioned, squeezing his hand, "marrying you wasn't such a bad idea."

He gasped, "how have you just now realized that."

"Relax, I was paying you a half-ended compliment."

"Well, marrying you wasn't such a bad idea either."

"I'd hope so," I grinned, "considering you made me birth a child."

"A very lovely child."

"With a very lovely father."

He turned his head, but I caught the slight blush on his cheeks. I loved how even after all these years, I could still make him embarrassed whenever I complimented him. We entered the balcony, the view of the kingdom spanning as far as we could see. I turned to look at him, nodding my head.

"It's funny how if you never kidnapped me," I suggested, "we wouldn't be standing here right now."

"Are you still mad about that?"

"I'll always be mad about that!" I teased, nudging his shoulder, "you bagged me and dragged me into your kingdom!"

"Well now it's our kingdom," he smiled, kissing the top of my head.

My eyes fluttered back towards the city, my heart bursting with happiness. Our Kingdom. I liked that.

I liked that very much.