Disclamer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 656
AN: Like last chapter italics are indicative of written (letter) word. Bits of emotional fluff…
A Kiss for Shelter
Love Letters: Part Two
Byakuya was a little leery of reading Xochitl's reply.
He had honestly struggled a bit with the wording of the message he had sent. At least three drafts made it into the refuse bin. After that he had cleared his mind of all the emotional clutter and settled upon the formal writing he was familiar with. Truthfully a bit of his thoughts had leaked through- his chagrin at the lack of contact as well as an adamant reminder of their interminable connection with the use of 'our'.
Their mutual responsibility seemed hazy ever since their separation. He'd thought they'd be able to parent together. While the venture hadn't seemed easy given their differing mindsets, it had not seemed impossible.
Now, unable to be alone together or to further pursue an intimate relationship the foreseeable future as parents seemed skewed. Essentially they would be co-parenting which to him would be unproductive- not to mention undesirable.
My Dearest Lord,
He noted, not for the first time, that her kanji was precise, yet somehow unique to her. His eyes traced the word 'dearest' several times before moving on.
I am honored that you should concern yourself with my health. I can tell you great care is being taken with my person. My own sincere hope is that you are allowing yourself sufficient rest and are not troubling yourself with thoughts of me into the late hours.
"Hn," Byakuya smirked, "That seems a provocation…"
Still, I am pleased you saw fit to take time from your taxing schedule to write to me in regards to the baby. I can assure you such matters have not been far from my own thoughts. While I too would much prefer to be in your presence to discuss these affairs, I understand your worry that doing so might not be prudent.
A slight tick had started to develop in the noble's cheek and his eyes narrowed upon the letter, "So you are turning the tables…"
The western chambers would be adequate for the baby's lodgings- however, logistically speaking it might pose a problem in consideration to my proximity. Your invitation to take up residence in the manor once again is appreciated, but problematic and I regretfully and respectfully decline.
Byakuya closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He hadn't expected her to readily agree, but he had still hoped…
He focused on the paper again.
May I suggest setting the baby up in my own lodgings primarily, while keeping the western rooms open based on necessity? Considering we might need supervision should I venture to the main house I think this would be most practical.
A small frown tugged at Byakuya's mouth as the tone of the letter changed.
Truly, I am heartened to hear that you wish to spend time with our child. Please know, that I would never deny you.
I believe we can find some harmony in cooperation. As well, I believe that our child is most fortunate to have a man of your strengths to learn from in the future. Indeed, I have faith in a happy future for our little one.
Your Humble Servant,
Xochitl
P.S. Please enjoy the plum blossom tea I have sent along. I should hope it contents you.
Byakuya sat back in his chair at the high desk in his study.
She had faith.
She had faith in the future and perhaps that meant she had faith in him.
Just that one word meant endless possibilities, just that one word meant there was hope- and that she hadn't given up.
When he had closed his eyes he could not say, but when he opened them they fell on fresh parchment neatly stacked on the right side of his desk.
…
The reply was folded, not rolled, and it was smaller.
Xochitl sucked in a breath, tears springing to her eyes as she read over the perfectly scrawled words.
In all truth, in all ways, I miss you.
AN: Mmkay guys, you know what's up next chapter… Wow- talk about a spoiler… That said, I will be closing the poll tomorrow afternoon at some point- so if you still haven't weighed in and would like to please do so before then!