A/N: Hi! This will be my first Ouran High School Host Club fanfic posted! I decided to make this focused on Anne-Sophie, as she is one of my top favourite characters in the series, and because there aren't enough stories of her out there. So, I hope you enjoy this story that consists of five, short chapters!
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori.
By the window stood Anne-Sophie, gazing at the sunny sky. She cradled a small bundle, tufts or blonde peaking out from the soft blankets. A peaceful sigh escaped the French woman's lips.
It was a lovely day, morning to be exact. The sun lit up the room, requiring no assist from the lights within. Anne-Sophie agreed with the day's beauty.
Unfortunately, the moment had to end when a knock came from the other side of the door.
"Come in," answered Anne, softly, so as to not disturb the sleeping infant in her arms.
A maid walked in, bowing, and brought a tray with tea and biscuits. Anne gestured towards a small table, which the maid carefully placed the tray on; she left soon after, but not before being thanked by Anne. Still cradling the baby, Anne made her way towards the table, smiling at the warm bottle of milk sitting beside the tea. She leaned in cautiously, catching a whiff of roses from the steaming, hot drink.
Rose tea, Anne thought. Her look became wistful as she started remembering the day she met her lover. Upon eye contact, she was given a beautiful rose—petals fresh and redder than the blood that erupted in her cheeks as her sights landed on him for the first time. The following nights were filled with love and passion, one of which resulted in the birth of her son nine months later. Shizue Suoh, upon realizing what had transpired between her son and his mistress, as she had called Anne, grew spiteful towards the Frenchwoman and her family.
Anne sighed, relishing in the soothing warmth of the tea she sipped and the sleeping bundle nestled in her other arm.
This was one of the more relaxing days that Anne took delight in. But those days didn't stop the darkness from entering.
Things may only be getting worse fo me, she thought, recalling the doctor's most recent visit. But, she added, I still have my son with me.