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"Anne, i-is that what I think it is?" sputtered Yuzuru, pointing at the bundle in Anne's arms. The Frenchwoman made slow steps towards his lover. She nodded in confirmation, showing Yuzuru the face of a sleeping infant.
"It is," confirmed Anne. Yuzuru looked at the blonde-haired baby in awe. "Meet your son, René Tamaki Richard de Grantaine Suoh."
The older man immediately fell to his knees.
"A-Anne, h-he . . ." His features developed a loving softness upon glancing back at his son. "He's beautiful."
The woman teared up.
"He is." Yuzuru looked up at his lover.
"Oh, Anne. What do we do?" asked the Japanese man. Anne tilted her head confusedly. "He's illegitimate, you know that right? Mother will be livid upon finding out about this."
"I know," Anne muttered, gazing at Tamaki's sleeping face. "But none the less, he's our son. Whatever your mother wishes I shall do willingly. As long as René is safe and sound."
"Can you handle him? I have several meetings to attend, most of which are in Japan." Anne nodded.
"With Mother and Father's help, I can manage."
Yuzuru caressed Anne's cheek. She leaned into his touch.
"What have you done to deserve this, Anne?"
Anne smiled.
"I fell in love," she replied. "And I regret none of it. If I hadn't then I wouldn't have the angel cradled in my arms right now."
"Anne," Yuzuru whispered, "thank you."
"As I am now, and as the mother and bearer of this child"—she glanced at Tamaki—"I will take responsibility of him. He is the consequence of our love."
Yuzuru nodded. Both mother and father, together in an illicit relationship, gazed at their little bundle of joy; eyes filled with love and adoration.
It was time. The day had come for Tamaki to leave for Japan. Anne accompanied her son to the airport, trying to make the best of her last few minutes with him. It was heart wrenching, seeing her son leave France and move to a foreign country that was also the original place of his father's ancestry.
"Attention! Flight Eight is about to leave in twenty minutes!" buzzed the intercom. Tamaki stood, and Anne clutched his hand. A silent exchange passed between mother and child.
"Thank you, Maman," began Tamaki. "Thank you for taking good care of me for the past fourteen years of my life. I will forever be grateful."
Anne blinked through teary eyes, and pulled her son into one last embrace. Tamaki's luggage was ignored as he wrapped his arm around his mother's frail form.
"I hope you find happiness in Japan," Anne whispered, handing Tamaki his luggage.
"I know I will."
And with that, Tamaki strode towards the line of passengers. Anne wiped her tears with a newfound calm.
"And I know I made the right decision to bring you into this world. You've grown into a very fine young man, René. Good luck."
A/N: And that marks the end of it! The process was slow, due to the fact that it was handwritten at first, and because I was distracted for hours from texting a friend. But anyway, I hope you've enjoyed the story! :D