Here it is :D the last chapter of this story :3 please enjoy it as me and Misa have worked hard and enjoyed writing this story very much. Note from misa below :3
(The lateness is, as usual, my fault. But hopefully this will be good enough to make up for it. Enjoy. –C-SC)
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Final chapter:
Elsie Jeevas had many distinctive characteristics. Namely, her black eyes that looked too large for her very pale face, and her thick ruby hair, both exactly like the characteristics of her parents. Matt always thought she was a miracle, his saviour. After the death of his best friend, he had gotten extremely depressed, barely leaving his bed and did little when he did. Near- his sweet Near, had stayed with him though it. She'd moved into his house after some persuasion, forced him to get up every morning, to find a job at a gaming company and work hard for them both. After six months there, he'd started making decent money and they'd moved into an apartment in a good neighbourhood. A month later, their daughter had been born via caesarean section, and a year after that they were married. Roughly two years later, Near was caring for their daughter at home while he was working.
When he arrived him, he found Near sitting opposite her daughter, putting together a basic puzzle and singing softly to the child in a language he didn't understand. Elsie sat happily listening to her mother's singing and putting pieces into the puzzle clumsily. She seemed to be entirely focused on the puzzle until she heard the door close. She jumped up excitedly and turn to the door, "Daddy's home!" She cried out and ran to him. Matt smiled and scooped her up, embracing her tightly and stroking her hair. "Hey Elsie, did you have a good day?" She nodded and placed a wet kiss on his cheek loudly. He laughed and kissed her nose, then walked to where Near was still sat on the floor and sat beside her, cross-legged. "Hello darling," He gazed fondly down at her, smiling. "How was your day?"
Near leaned in against him and wrapped her arms around Elsie to cling to Matt's shirt "It's been relatively unexciting. We need more puzzles and a couple more packs of cards. We already ate dinner, but there are leftovers if you haven't eaten yet."
Reaching into his briefcase he dangled a puzzle box before her, "I saw this on the way home, I guess it was a good move to get it then, eh?" he smiled, stroking her snowy hair. Near took it from him almost excitedly "Oh… Thank you Matt." She smiled slightly to him. It was nice to see her smile; it had taken a while but she did it. Her first true smile was probably when Elsie was born. He began taking off his tie and let Elsie out of his arms to discover the puzzle her mother was now taking out of its box. He wandered off for a moment then returned with his dinner. Sitting at the coffee table, he sat and ate as they worked on the puzzle. Elsie was happy because it was a dinosaur puzzle, and as they made it, Near would ask which each was called and congratulated Elsie when she managed each one, her tongue tripping on particularly difficult ones. Matt grinned with pride at his wife and child.
Near twirled her hair and casually fixed parts of the puzzle, letting Elsie do most of it herself.
As the evening sun glinted through the window, it caught Elsie's hair, making it shine almost yellow for a moment. Matt tilted his head as the golden tint reminded him of Mello. 'Don't think of her,' He thinks. Matt hadn't thought of Mello properly in a long time. Not since her funeral.
He remembered Near sitting beside him, her hand in his as he stared at the closed coffin at the front of the church. Most of the attendants were from their school. The priest was speaking, but he couldn't take any of it in. Near had been his shining light after Mello's death. She had been there the whole time, making sure he ate and bathed and kept himself alive. Even as she struggled with her pregnancy and forcing him to work, months after Mello died, it was only after Elsie was born prematurely and Near was hospitalised that he started feeling better. Being left all alone with a tiny baby reminded him that Near and now their child needed him to be strong, and he began to feel better. He moved on from Mello's death, whenever it began to cross his mind, he would make himself busy and ignore those thoughts.
He shook his head and turned to face his family again with a soft smile on his lips. These two people were his life, and he'd do anything for them. Near was still ever blunt and usually cold, but he felt that she had changed even a little. She wore dresses more often, and her hair was most of the way down her back. He smiled every time Elsie got a piece of the puzzle right and beamed up at her mother, who would praise her with a smile and a kiss. Matt walked to the kitchen and washed his empty plate, stacking it with Elsie and Near's on the drying rack. He looked out of the window into the town and caught himself thinking of what life would be like had Near never entered his life. He knew he wouldn't have Elsie, he wouldn't have his dream job- Hell, he'd probably still be in that old flat. He sighed to himself, hating to think that perhaps Mello dying was the best thing for him. She was psychotic, manipulative and controlling. She could get Matt to do anything she wanted, and she knew that.
Just for a moment, he imagined Mello playing with a child of their own, Mello waiting at the door for him, nibbling at a chocolate bar and a child squirming in her arms. Mello holding him against her beautiful body, cuddling her in his arms- He shook his head to clear the thoughts. He felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples. Mello would have been a wonderful loving, caring wife and mother, and their child would no doubt have inherited her beautiful hair and her bright eyes. "Mello…"
Elsie was quiet, like her mother, but as she noticed her father in the kitchen, frozen in thought. "Daddy?" She called out and walked towards him. Near looked up at her daughter and then got up to follow her, groaning slightly as she did. She stood next to him, stroking his hair and back. "It's her again, isn't it?"
He looked at her and paled, "N-Near?"
He sighed and nodded, "You know, it's the anniversary of her death soon." He muttered softly. He knew Near hated being held too tightly, but he needed to feel her against him, so he pulled her into his arms and crushes her against him. She lets him, awkwardly patting him as she attempts to console him. "I was just wondering," He paused and glanced out the window, "what would have happened if I'd made a different choice on that day- You know, after I was staying in the hospital. Maybe she'd still be alive now."
Matt glared out of the window, hating himself at that moment. She dragged him onto the sofa, sitting beside him. He felt Near's hand on his back, her small fingers lightly brushing over his shirt. "You cannot change the past, Matt, it's already over."
He smiled thankfully and took her other hand in his, kissing it lightly. "Thank you, my princess. There's just so much that I feel terrible for sometimes."
Matt glanced up at the clock, "Should I go run you a bath? Do you want Elsie to join you, or should I put her to bed while you take a bath?"
Near grips onto his hand, "Let's just stay here."
She presses her face into his chest, feeling his hand on the back of her head, buried into her hair. "Elsie?"
He smiled and wrapped his other arm around her loosely. Elsie looked up from her puzzle, then stood up and practically glided gracefully over to them. He lifted their child onto his knee, between them both, and held her tightly, Near also wrapped an arm around Elsie, curling her hand into their daughter's hair lovingly. It was amazing how well their life had turn out, Matt thought. He had his beautiful daughter and wife, what more could he want? He leaned down and kissed Elsie's head, noticing Near's sleepy expression. He yawned and leant back on the sofa, and she half-smiled to him sleepily. "Are you falling asleep there, Snow White?"
She kissed him suddenly which stunned him, but he returned her kiss and buried his hand into her hair. He realised Elsie had fallen asleep against Near's chest and parted from her, lifting Elsie into his arms and standing up. "I'll go put Elsie in bed, then I'll come to bed, okay?"
She nods and stands up as he begins carrying Elsie off to bed.
He took off the child's dress so that it wouldn't crease or discomfort her, then laid her in bed, tucked her in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.
"I love you, my little miracle."
He whispered and flicked off the light.
He liked calling his and Near's room 'their' room. It'd taken her so long to get used to even living together, only after a major break down that lasted almost a week of her staying in his room and much begging from him afterwards convinced her to make it a permanent situation. He glanced around as he entered their room, and noticed Near sitting in a chair beside the window in one of his white baggy shirts that she kept for memory-sake more than anything. She was gazing out the window at the stars in the slowly darkening blue sky, one hand hovering, fingertips almost against the glass.
"Near?"
He walked over to her and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, "Near, love, are you alright?"
She turned to look up at him, her arms opening for him to hold her. "Matt-"
He sat with her, shifting their positions until she was on his lap, and held her tightly.
Near was limp against him, her eyes closed and one lip slipped between her teeth. "Are you happy with your decisions?"
She sounded more emotionless than she had in a while, twisting her hair through her fingers.
"Despite the guilt I feel, despite Mello's death, despite everything that's happened I am happy. I have you and Elsie, that's all I'll ever need to be happy. Are you happy?"
She'd never responded to that questions when he'd asked before. Hell, he didn't even think she'd ever said she loved him. Their wedding was a simple registration with a peck on the lips and their signatures on a piece of paper, even though he'd offered her anything she wanted.
She sighed and stroked her hand up his chest. "Matt…"
"What's wrong, angel?"
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled contently, stroking her thigh gently as not to alarm her. "Near,"
She moves to straddle his legs, still cuddling his chest. He moves his hand to her back, stroking up and down lovingly. "What's wrong?"
Near looks up at him with wide eyes, "do you ever wish I was her?"
He froze, stunned, "Near, no. I never have, even when I wondered what it would be like if she was alive, if I was with her instead, but I never wished you were her, and you have always been my first choice."
She buries her head into Matt's chest again, whispering his name. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything."
Her only response is to bury her head further into him and press herself against him. He smiles and whispers that he loves her, kissing her once on the cheek, and then on the neck. She arched against him, a very soft whine coming from her closed mouth as she nuzzled into his neck.
"Do you want to-?"
She asked bluntly, though she blushed slightly. He blushed also, thinking of the few times they'd had sexual contact since their first time, consisting of few awkward sessions of him grinding against her clothed body while she squirmed uncomfortably, and a few times of her rubbing her hand against his covered crotch until she felt him tense and moan against her.
"Let's go lie down."
He lifts her up easily, carrying her to bed and laying her down.
As soon as he lies beside her, she turns to lay on him and presses down against him, her fingers running through his hair. "Let's make new memories together."
She looked down at him, her hair falling over both of them and creating a curtain between them and the dimly lit room. He gazed up at her, thinking how beautiful she looks and how lucky he is to have her, "Yes, lets."
He smiles and strokes her back softly.
Her hands unsteadily, nervously, unbutton his shirt, and he moves his hand to stroke her hair. "You're safe, Near, don't be afraid."
He kisses her deeply, used to her unresponsiveness by now, and strokes his other hand over her legs. He kisses her neck, nibbling at her softly afterwards. After pulling off his dark work shirt, she begins on her own, quickly revealing her bare torso and white cotton underwear. She sits to slide it off and he eagerly watches her. "You're so beautiful."
He whispers, making her blush lightly again. "Matt may do what he wants with me."
She looks away, avoiding catching his eye.
He remembered that she was like this the first time, and it made him smile. "What do you want me to do, Near?"
He kissed her again softly, and let his hands caress her body.
She closes her eyes and stiffly leaned into his touch. "D-Did you put Elsie to bed?"
He nods, letting his hands travel down further, "She's all tucked in and fast asleep."
He whispered, kissing her breasts and gently flicking her nipple with his tongue.
She whines softly again, automatically flinching away from him. He looks up at her, into her dark eyes.
"I love you, Near. Please let me show you?"
She frowns for a moment, her eyes closing and her hands clenching softly. She takes a deep breath and clears her expression. "Matt may do what he likes."
He looks at her, confused, but lets it go and kisses her passionately. She responds, and he wraps his arms around her body holding her as if she will disappear if he doesn't.
He runs his hands down her back, sliding off her underwear once he gets to her hips, stroking his hands over her as he does. He spreads her legs gently, pressing his hips up against hers. She's unresponsive, but he carries on doing his best to please her, stroking her body and kissing her lips and neck. She occasionally moves into his touch, or responds to his kisses, but remains mostly still. After a few minutes, she moves her hands to remove his trousers and underwear, and he took this as a sign to continue. He grinded against her a little more, rubbing at her breasts and nibbling and sucking her neck, until she moaned softly, then slowly lifted her hips, placing her down onto his cock slowly, letting her take control once she wanted to. She was slower than he'd like, but he was more than happy to accept that, and held her close. After a while, he decided to try to turn her over so that he would be over her, and she let him. He soon sped up slightly, trying to keep his thrusts soft into her with his rising excitement. She moaned softly as he fucked her, slowly losing control of his speed. It had been so long since he'd had her this way, and it felt so amazing to be inside her again. He came sooner than he'd have liked to, but she moaned contentedly when he did, kissing him softly. "Oh, god, Near-"
She squeaked softly when he quickly pulled out of her and came between her thighs, Near shook, but laid still, clinging onto him tightly. "Matt,"
He sat up sleepily, moving himself off her and grabbing some wet-wipes. He passed them to her, and she thanked him, cleaning herself up. "Was that okay?"
He nodded happily, disposing of the wipes once she was done. "Thank you, my love."
He laid down beside her, and held her in his arms, quickly falling asleep listening to her soft breathing and feeling her in his arms.
Once she was sure he was asleep, she wriggled out of his arms, and grabbed her shirt and underwear off the floor, quickly dressing in them. She shivered as she exited the room and went to check on Elsie, finding her fast asleep in her bed. Near curled up beside her for a few moments; nuzzling her face into her daughter's hair lovingly and holding the child to her.
Afterwards, she returned to her room, lying back down in bed beside Matt.
She sighed as she gazed down at him sleeping, thinking how much her life had changed. She knew Matt still dwelled on the past too much, and she wished she could change that for him, and make him fully happy again. After spending so long together, and even enjoying her life, perhaps this was what love was, she wondered. Perhaps the very fact that she would look forward to Matt arriving home, to being in his arms at night, and to their family time at the weekends meant that she did love him. She smiled and pressed her lips into his hair, just above his ear. 'Thank you, Matt; you've finally made me happy.'
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