Dearka & Miriallia
Book II
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Chapter 5
Spontaneity
The next morning…
The silence that filled the room throughout the night had finally broken leaving Miriallia to squirm ever so gently in her place. Dearka was still fast asleep in his peaceful slumber next to her, the clock ticking away the moments ever so softly.
Miriallia woke up feeling more comfortable than she could remember for the past few months. She gently stirred from her spot in Dearka's arms and heard the sound of a young child babbling to herself.
Slowly she lifted her head from its' place against Dearka's chest and saw the little girl in her crib happily talking to her stuffed animals in a whispered hush with her head still down on her pillow. It was one of Belle's morning rituals that Dearka had missed for so long.
Dearka felt the motion from Miriallia and heard Belle's whispers getting louder and began to open his eyes. When he saw Miriallia staring at Belle, he smiled at her.
"I wish I could wake up like this every day," he thought happily to himself.
She felt him looking at her and snapped out of her daze.
"What?" she asked defensively.
"Nothing," he replied calmly.
"I highly doubt it's nothing with the way you're looking at me. And why am I still here?" she asked.
"You were asleep when I returned from the battle," Dearka answered nonchalantly.
"Why didn't you wake me up after the battle and bring me back to the Rousseau where I belong? And why are we in bed together? And before you say it was too dangerous to take me back, I can't imagine that there are no empty rooms on this ship for me to stay in," she asked angrily.
"Forgot already have you and what do you mean where you belong?" he questioned.
The day before flashed into her mind as she remembered he had known about the baby she was carrying when no one else, but the Commander and Doctor did. She had almost forgotten he was going to explain things to her after he claimed to be her baby's father.
"I don't believe you are the father of my baby. Tell me, how did you know about it? Was it the Commander who told you?" Miriallia questioned suspiciously as she climbed over him to get out of the bed, still in her dress from the day before.
"No, he didn't tell me. I was telling you the truth. I'm the father of the baby you're carrying. Do you see that little girl over there in the crib?" he asked.
Miriallia looked back over at the little girl once again before turning to face the man still lying in the bed.
"Of course I see her, I'm not blind. Who is she? She wasn't here before you left," she retorted.
"She is our daughter. We were a couple before the EAF kidnapped you. I just got her back last night and brought her back to the room with me," he said getting out of the bed.
"Why do I feel as though I should trust him?" she thought cautiously.
She looked between the two in the room with her before looking down to her hand. She still didn't want to believe what he was telling her even with the nagging feeling that he was being truthful. Pausing as her eyes remained on the hand still she thought about something she hadn't before.
"Then I have a question for you. If you are the father of my baby that is," she said.
"Sure, what is it?" Dearka asked.
"Why aren't we married?" she asked noticing she had no ring imprint on her left ring finger when she was looking down.
Dearka's eyes widened at her question. To him it was a very random question. Not knowing where the question stemmed from, he answered carefully.
"Well, it's complicated. We're really just a couple," Dearka said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
He hadn't expected her to be so forward with such a question of life altering magnitude. The truth was he didn't know why they weren't married. After finding out about Belle, all he wanted was to be with her. It had never crossed his mind that marrying her was an option. Then again, he wasn't sure he was really the marrying kind of guy.
"Sure I was supposed to marry Cadey, but that was all a political arrangement. If I wasn't being forced I don't think I would have ever married anyone," Dearka thought.
"So you're telling me we have a daughter and are having another child together and we're not married. We're just a 'couple'," she said sarcastically using finger quotes in the air on the word couple.
She had gone from not wanting to believe him to being utterly upset at him. Dearka stood there feeling extremely uncomfortable without saying a word as she continued her small rant at him. It was starting to feel like old times for him with her volatile temper.
"And it's not really that complicated. I may not remember my past, but I still do have common sense. I don't believe you at all. You aren't the father of my baby and that little girl isn't our daughter. It's probably complicated for you because you are just trying to deceive me to get information out of me for ZAFT and I won't fall for it," she replied simply.
That had been the last straw. He had been extremely patient with her during her tirade but couldn't take it anymore. Saying Belle wasn't their daughter set him over-the-edge. She was right there in front of her and she couldn't remember her.
"You know if you really had common sense you would have searched for me yourself when you found out about our daughter and things might not have become so complicated. And yes, she is our daughter no matter what you want to believe right now. Things didn't quite work out the way either of us may have planned them when we were younger. I'm not trying to get EAF intelligence for ZAFT. Things are the way they are because we made a mistake and we can't change them now and we've barely had time to discuss anything since you were kidnapped," Dearka snipped at her quietly.
Dearka closed his eyes in regret at what he had just said. He never wanted to call her a mistake, but in the end, that was what Belle had been.
"I wouldn't change it for the world, but it was still not something we planned on," he thought trying to console himself for what he had said.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Miriallia snipped back not quite as quiet as he had been.
"It means, how should I know why you chose to sleep with me without being married? You came to me honey and it only takes one round in the bedroom," he said with his feisty sarcasm.
Miriallia had a quick flash once Dearka called her honey with the same mocking tone he had used a few years prior when she had brought his food to him. It gave her one more memory of him and another piece of the jumbled puzzle that was her life.
"You jerk!" she screamed just goading him further.
She closed her eyes and swung at him with an open palm, her hand only to be met by his in mid-air. Her eyes slowly opened, a few tears falling down her cheek.
"Hey, as I said, you came to me in the beginning and I've done nothing but bent over backwards for you. So, if you still don't believe me then go back to the Rousseau and stay with Ian for all I care," he said angrily giving up the battle with her.
Saying that made him angrier than anything she had said to him. It was like he was giving her the validation she needed to stay with Ian, which was the last thing he wanted to do.
"He may be telling me the truth. If I leave and he isn't lying to me, what will I do? I can't take my child away from a father who seems to love him or her so much," Miriallia thought as her hand fell to her womb.
Belle began to talk louder to get their attention on her. She was still strapped in the crib and wanted nothing more than to be freed from her prison.
"Hang on, I have to get our daughter up now," he said feeling dejected from Miriallia's memory loss.
Miriallia watched him walk by her. She had been so angry about finding him in bed with her she hadn't noticed how perfect his chiseled features were. In no time her face was flushed and she felt the heat rising through her body.
Dearka unsnapped the safety restraints and picked Belle up carefully holding the smiling and excited girl close to him not even noticing Miriallia's sudden rush of fever. Belle was so happy to see Dearka and made it known with a few words.
"Daddy! Home," Belle babbled with enthusiasm.
"Yup, you're home with daddy," Dearka replied.
Belle looked around the room to get her bearings when her little blue eyes fell on someone else she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Mommy!" she cried happily squirming in Dearka's arms.
Miriallia stepped back in shock at the child's cry. How could she not believe what he was telling her when the little girl in his arms had called out to her as mommy? She stood still for another moment as Dearka looked upon her.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked raising his eyebrows at her.
Miriallia shook her head in confusion. She didn't know what to believe. She had heard it for herself. And the fact that she had just been standing there flushed at how the young man standing in front of her could turn her on without saying a word.
"Can I hold her?" she asked cautiously.
Dearka stepped forward with Belle snuggled in his arms now. She had finally stopped squirming but continued to keep her arms out toward Miriallia. As he stood in front of her, he gently handed their daughter over to her.
"Of course you can. You haven't had her in your arms in a very long time due to the circumstances and she is still your daughter," Dearka replied calmly.
Miriallia held the young girl in her arms and felt warm all over. She couldn't explain the feeling of content that had come over her or why it had. She moved over to the bed and sat down with Belle in her arms as Dearka looked on at his girls.
Flashes of memories began to fill Miriallia's head again startling her. The accident that had separated her and Belle in the first place and all the way back to the moment she first found out she was pregnant came over her all at once.
"Miriallia?" Dearka asked concerned.
Miriallia put Belle on the ground gently and lay back down on Dearka's bed facing the wall. Dearka narrowed his eyes at her and walked over to the bed positioning his body next to her. His hand brushed over her back sending a relaxing sensation down her spine.
"You remembering something?" he asked gently.
"You," she replied softly.
She turned her head to look at him, tears now streaming down her cheeks catching him off guard.
"What did you remember?" he asked feeling he already knew the answer.
"You never came back. I remember that you had promised me you would return to me and you never did," she said the hurt resurfacing all over again as if she was reliving the event.
"I know. I made a mistake that you forgave me for and in turn I forgave you for some mistakes you made with Belle. That's why I said it was complicated," he answered sincerely.
Even though she was in a fragile state he had no intention of lying anymore to her. He had said that to himself so many times in the past and never followed through, but this time, he intended to keep to his word.
"What else do you remember about it all?" he prodded.
"It hurt," was all Miriallia could say.
Dearka leaned over and gently kissed the lips of an astonished Miriallia.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to her as he slowly pulled away after the kiss.
Miriallia's face was flushed again as an overwhelming emotion took control of her. She stood up to meet Dearka face to face and threw her arms around him and trapped him with a passionate kiss.
Her hands moved over his chest making him feel more desperate for her. He had been without her for so long that all he wanted to do was make love to her. He felt her hands move from his chest and over his shoulders to the back of his neck and into his hair allowing their kiss became more intense.
Falling to the bed she felt his hands move up the side of her body making her release their lip lock to catch her breath. Before they were able to go any further, a small squeak came from the floor snapping them both from the moment.
"Annabella," Miriallia said biting her lip softly.
Dearka's eyes opened in shock when he heard Miriallia call Belle by her full name.
"She really is remembering her past," he thought.
Miriallia gently pushed Dearka off of her and slid to the ground to hold Belle in her arms once more. Dearka fell back down on the bed partially wishing Belle hadn't been in the room moments before. He had been so thrown by Miriallia's aggressiveness that he had forgotten their little girl was there.
"Good thing she reminded us she was here," he thought with a small smirk on his face at his sheer forgetfulness.
Dearka continued to watch Miriallia holding Belle close to her on the floor and decided now was his chance to make his move. He slid down off the bed next to the two of them.
"You know I've been thinking a lot about us since you disappeared. And maybe it's time to make things a little less complicated," Dearka started nervously.
"What do you mean?" Miriallia asked never letting go of Belle.
"Marry me," he blurted out.
Miriallia didn't know what to say or do and she could see how nerve wracked Dearka was becoming next to her.
"What! You want me to marry you when I don't completely remember who you are," Miriallia cried out.
"What does it matter that you don't remember me completely? You remember me enough to know we belong together. And even if what you are remembering isn't enough for you, the baby you're carrying should be. Come on, what do you say?" Dearka coaxed.
"I…don't know," Miriallia stuttered still taken by surprise.
Dearka waited another moment for it all to sink in. Although, he couldn't believe he had even worked up the nerve to ask in the first place and was beginning to feel less sure as the moments ticked away.
He had been deep in thought before Miriallia's sudden breakthrough and about the whole concept of marriage that she had brought up to him. Settling down was never on his high on his priority list and now here he was begging her to marry him. But with two kids and an overwhelming attraction to the woman sitting next to him, he couldn't resist.
"Please Miriallia! We belong together and you know it. Somewhere deep inside you really do. You wouldn't have done what you just did a few minutes before if you didn't have some sort of feelings for me," Dearka pleaded.
Miriallia's eyes narrowed gently as she continued to debate the question silently in her head leaving Dearka to continue babbling nervously as he awaited her decision.
"At least consider it. I love you too much to lose you again and I'll do whatever it takes to be back with you. Just ask me and I'll do it if you marry me," he stated.
Miriallia was still debating to herself when he said that he would do anything for her and made her decision.