Disclaimer: I don't own Code Lyoko. But you knew that already...didn't you?
Music
I watched in silent awe as her fingers gracefully glided over the worn piano keys. The melody was beautiful as it gently serenaded the small boy sitting next to her. Their matching sets of green eyes slowly shut as they seemed to drift away into the music.
The gratitude swimming in my chest overflowed into a smile, as I realized once more, that somehow, both of them were mine...
Exhaling a soft breath, Aelita brought the heavenly melody to a gentle close, before she ran a few playful fingers through Philip's blonde hair.
"What do you think, did you like it?"
His small eager face beamed up at her with a widening grin. "It was amazing! Could...could I learn how to do it too mom...?"
Aelita laughed to herself as she gently tossed me a smile from over her shoulder.
"Your dad and I were hoping you'd ask that..." She reached to affectionately stroke his cheek. "How does having your very own piano lessons sound huh?"
The thin framed glasses resting on his nose slowly slid, as his brilliantly emerald eyes peered like saucers from behind them.
He looked from his mother to me as if waiting for us to retract the offer. "You mean it...?"
I smiled as I walked over to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Of course... After all, something tells me you have your mom's ear for music."
He seemed shocked for a moment before his face burst into a bounding smile.
"Thank you so much! I'll practice hard, I promise!" As he reached to wrap Aelita and me in his small embrace, I felt my heart contract somewhere inside itself. I gently returned the hug as I choked back a few tears, that seemed silly at best.
Was it because he was eight now...? Or because little by little he reminded me more of Aelita?
Past my attempts to stop it, a few drops of silliness gently drifted down my face. Noticing this embarrassing fact, Aelita softly smiled over at me.
If it would have been my choice, I would have frozen time in that instant, but as I knew he had to, he gently pulled away and turned toward his very first love.
The hours wore on as our home was filled with the sounds of hit and missed notes.
But to me...it was, and would always be, the sweetest of any sort of music...
FIN
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