Bite-Sized
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"As I held our bundle of joy, I asked myself how something so beautiful could come from a relationship founded on destiny and death."
She has no right to feel this happy… and maybe happiness isn't the right word. Maybe it's more like completion. The sense that despite everything she's gone through– the death, the loneliness, the hard choices she made with every impossible step– despite those things, or maybe because of those things– her life has come full circle.
Klaus settles on the bed behind her and hooks his chin over her shoulder, to peer down into the face of the infant asleep in her arms.
"I've always believed it was your death that sealed you to me. That marked you as my own."
She knows the story well. When she'd refused him, he'd killed everyone she loved, until there was only him. Even when she'd succumbed to his bed, though, her heart had remained as cold and distant as the night without a star.
It had been the child growing within her that had changed that. Warped everything like the reflection in a soap bubble, until one morning, waking beside him, she had felt a pang in her chest that she recognized with terrible dismay. That had been the first morning her thoughts had not strayed to her dead, but had lingered in the present instead, transfixed on the improbable father of her child.
Holding the baby in her arms, it seems impossible that she had ever fought so hard against this. That she had ever had another future planned for herself.
Oblivious to the turn of her thoughts, Klaus reaches forward and strokes the back of a finger along the baby's mottled cheek. "How strange for life to be how I ultimately won you."
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