Warnings: A little bit of language in the end, nothing really major.
Disclaimer: Don't got em but want em.
Authors notes: First of all I got a new editor
Also the big part of the story plot has taken off and there aren't really that many more chapters left! So here goes and remember you can email comments and such to rabynhitt@aol.com!
~*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter 11~*~*~*~*~*~*
Snuggling down into the sheets, Hilde sighed softly. She felt safe and happy for the first time since this whole mess had started. Burrowing deeper into her pillows, her eyes flew open in shock. The pillows were hard, and they were breathing.
Looking upward she bit back a groan and took a deep breath before she started accessing her position. She was cuddled up against Duo. Her head rested on his shoulder with one hand pressed over his heart, as if feeling for his heartbeat. The other was curled around the curve of his neck. She also had thrown one leg over both of his; moving slowly she swung her leg off of him. Looking up she frowned; he was awake and looking down at her with amusement written all over his face.
"Good Morning," he whispered his voice slightly husky from sleep.
"Morning," she replied softly, looking over her shoulder as she giggled nervously. "I seemed to have
moved."
"Looks as if you have," he mumbled, his voice equally soft. Reaching a hand down he gently rubbed his thumb over her lips.
Hilde's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. "Duo, I don't think so!"
"No thinking, remember?" Duo murmured.
Leaning down he captured her lips with his own; for the first time in years he had his Hilde back. She was warm and soft; her walls were down and she was kissing him back. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss; he was going to take advantage of this while he could. Breaking it a few moments later, Duo leaned his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. Hilde smelled like lavender and tasted like strawberries; the taste and smell combo that was uniquely her.
A giggle behind Hilde alerted them to the fact that Marcail was awake. "Look, Styth, Mommy and Daddy were kissing!"
Erupting into a fit of giggles again she looked at Hilde and Duo. "Why were you kissing?"
"Because that is what people in love do," Duo replied, smirking down at Hilde, who had stiffened in his arms.
"I am ungry. can we et some etfast?"
"Sure, sweetie." Rolling away from Duo, Hilde hopped out of bed, shivering
involuntarily as her feet hit the cold floor.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Ice tream?"
"You can't have ice cream for breakfast sweet heart."
"But I want it," Marcail said, pouting, "And so does Styth."
"Styth doesn't eat normal food sweetheart, and no ice cream for breakfast."
"Fine den." Frowning with her tiny brows she sighed dejectedly.
"Tan I have chocolate chip pan tates den?"
"Yes, you can have chocolate chip pancakes."
"Otay!"
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Sighing softly Hilde brushed a stray lock from her face. She had agreed to go shopping once more with Duo and Marcail, which was why she currently feeling so exhausted. They had been to every toy store in the mall, plus five clothing stores and three music stores. It wasn't like she hadn't gotten anything for herself; oh no, that would be too easy. Duo and Marcail had both decided to 'help' Mommy find something new. Hilde had done many things in her life, but she had to admit that keeping up with her three-year-old daughter and her three year old at heart husband was her biggest
accomplishment.
"Hilde, cheer up, babe," Duo teased, grinning from ear to ear the whole time.
"Ugh," Hilde mumbled, propping her head on her arms.
"Mommy?" Marcail said around a mouthful of ice cream," What dis ice tream talled? Me ike it."
"It's chocolate chip, sweetie."
"Oh. Wanna a bite?" Holding up her cone, Marcail blinked up at Hilde. Reaching over, Hilde wiped
dripping ice cream off Marcail's chin.
"No thank you, sweetie."
"Come on, Hilde," Duo teased. "You know you want some."
"Right. Sure thing," Hilde muttered sarcastically.
"What, scared of gaining weight?"
Looking down at her still slim form, Hilde rolled her eyes. Duo's negotiation tacitics sucked on a good day.
"Tome on Mommy you tan get the same flavor as ee."
"But…."
"Pwease?"
"Fine."
"Yay! Tome on, I go ith you!"
Reaching up with a sticky hand, Marcail and Hilde went to get ice cream, leaving Duo to guard their
purchases.
"Dere you go, Mommy," Marcail said when Hilde got her cone. Marcail had finished hers off a long time ago.
"Do you two ever give up?"
"Give up what, Mommy?"
"Nothing, sweetheart, never mind."
"Oh. Okay. Can I go pway pwease?" Looking towards the play pin she sighed happily. "Me and Styth wanna pway."
"Let your Mom finish her ice cream first," Duo replied.
"But I wanna pway."
"Marcail, wait a few moments."
"Pwease? I be good."
Glancing down at her, Duo sighed. It was only a few feet from where they were sitting in the first place.
"Alright, sweetheart, we'll be there in a few moments."
"Otay. Thank you, Daddy."
"Marcail," Hilde called, stopping her, "what are the rules?"
"No talsing to strangers and no run off from ere I said I ould be, and no putting styth down to ee taken."
"Good. Now go on."
"Otay. Tome on, Styth, let's go pway."
Shaking her head, Hilde smiled softly. Everyday Marcail became more and more like Duo. Not that she
was against that; it was her personality that was so much like him really, and just when she thought that she was starting to forget she had a mother she would just stop by to chat. She still got her C's and T's messed up sometimes, though.
"What are you thinking about?" Duo asked, efficiently snapping Hilde out of
her daydreams.
"Uh? Oh, just Marcail."
"She is precious, ne?"
"Ya."
"You did a good job with her these past years."
"Thanks." Thanks? He tells you that you have done a good job with your angel and all you can say is 'thanks'?
"MOMMY!" Marcail's scream ripped into their conversation. Her head whipped around, and Hilde felt her heart stop; a man was standing in the playpen, holding Marcail as she screamed. One step ahead of her, Duo leapt from his chair and was after the man in a second. Quickly following him, Hilde held back her own screams. Seeing the couple come flying at him the man, ran in the other direction. Something white caught her eye, and Hilde reached down and scooped it up before taking after the assailant once again.
Duo felt like he was watching it all in slow motion. His daughter was being kidnapped, and it took all his effort to hunt the assailant down, willing more speed into his legs he pushed himself even harder. He had to catch this man; the man that had his little Marc. Nothing was going to keep Duo from taking his justice on the person who tried to threaten his family. Hitting the outside door, Duo watched in horror as the man jumped into a waiting car with his precious Marcail. Tears streamed down the little girl's face as she screamed for her Daddy and Mommy.
"Duo." Hilde gasped next to him.
Looking down, he frowned at the woman in front of him. She was bent over from running, and her eyes were blazing with untamed fury. Seeing her bent over only reminded him of his own acing side and lungs. Duo pushed those thoughts away as he looked in the direction the car had gone.
"We'll find her, Hilde," he said, walking back to the play pen to get their bags.
"Duo, look at this," Hilde managed to say between gasps of air.
Reaching down he plucked the message from her fingers.
Now we will have revenge, bitch, your daughter is ours.
If the kidnapper had looked back, they would have seen
one pissed God of Death and one pissed goddess. It wasn't a pretty sight, all hell was about to break loose.