MEL:
We're all inside the room where we keep things like ornaments and decoration artifacts, it's our junk room.
My hands are sweaty and I can't keep them still, my nervousness is clear, as Atlas decides to take the initiative and bring up the subject.
— Christian we are not making any kind of accusation, but why did he behave in such a strange way when we talk about the dead woman?— he asks objectively, and for a moment I feel a certain envy of his coldness and ability to leave the emotional side beside.
My father, who used to have a confused look, is now visibly uneasy and I would even say fearful, which just gives me a bad feeling.
— This woman's story somehow reminded me of someone I know— sighs with a lost look— not necessarily her story, which we don't know, but the fact that she took her own life— he concludes and I feel a certain curiosity taking over my being.
— And who was this person who reminds you of her?— I question without being able to contain myself.
Without looking in our direction, he approaches the window where he fixes his eyes on some distant point.
— Valquíria's mother— I feel my body paralyze— Elisabeth never liked to talk about her sister's death, due to her taking her own life so suddenly— takes a deep breath— somehow I feel that I'm to blame for her death— he ends, clearly demonstrating a certain amount of regret.
— But why would you be guilty?— Atlas asks what I couldn't formulate.
— I got her pregnant, I made it clear that I would assume the child and take care of it as a father should, but I also emphasized that I would not be her partner because I knew that she was not my partner— close your eyes tightly and she punches the wall next to her— damn, I didn't love her, but I swear I would make sure she was as comfortable as possible, both for the child and for her— she leans her forehead against the glass— but she killed herself after the birth of the Valkyrie, took her own life, embittered by the fact that she found out that my companion was her sister, Elisabeth— she ends bitterly.
I start to walk from one side to the other trying to assimilate everything that was said, his pain is perceptible, not physical, but mental, the guilt that corrodes his soul.
He hadn't deceived her, nor made promises, on the contrary, he wanted to take care of them and give them security, but she didn't just want that, she wanted more, she wanted his love, something she could never have because the same thing would already be from my mother.
— I told Elisabeth after she found out about Valkyrie being my daughter, I feel like crap for not telling her sooner, after all, they were sisters, and it was always her right to know why her sister killed herself— he sits on the floor, seeming to feel the weight of his legs too heavy to stand up.
He was very wrong in not being sincere with my mother from the beginning, and he was wrong in omitting such relevant facts, but I don't see him as the main culprit in all of this, I don't see evil in his actions, just a desperate man afraid of losing his life. the woman he loves with everything in him.
Love is made of mistakes, some bigger than others, but unfortunately, they are inevitable.
I kneel beside him and hug his shoulders bringing him close to me, I feel tears wet my shirt and I swallow hard feeling a lump form in my throat.
— Dad, you are not to blame for anything, did you make a mistake in omitting many important things? Yes, but it's not his fault she died. He tried to help her and would give all the necessary support to the child— I run my hand affectionately through her hair trying to bring comfort— you didn't promise to be her companion, right? — I ask fearfully.
— Never! As I said, I don't remember much that happened that night— he replies indignantly to himself— but I'm sure I didn't make promises, you don't promise that kind of thing to anyone unless it's your life partner — he finally says decidedly.
— That's all I needed to know— I say offering him a sincere smile— now what do you need to settle with my mother, I don't like to see you like this— I try to be firm, but I smile giving her another tight hug.
How I had dreamed of feeling that embrace one day— I think grateful to have my family by my side again.
— I think I want to participate in this hug too— we hear a soft and delicate voice pronounce and how surprised I am to feel my mother's arms joining us in one of the most delicious hugs of my life, second only to the one of my cute ogre.
Speaking of him, he sneaked out of the room while I was talking to my father, and probably made up some excuse for my mother to come here with us.
As always being wonderful.
After seeing that the atmosphere between them was mild, I decided to leave them alone, so that they could settle down.
Upon leaving, I close the door and when I turn around I find my love leaning against the wall in front of me, I smile and throw myself into his arms instantly feeling a huge weight lift off my shoulders.
Peace, love, and gratitude.
That's all I feel when I feel those arms around me, lifting me and heading toward our room.
— We have visitors dear— I say with my face buried in her neck feeling the delicious smell that emanates from her body.
— They're all busy setting up the blessed tree— he replies, opening the door with one hand and closing it right after.
— But I wanted to help assemble it— I say strategically making that little face that I know makes him all melt.
— I'll buy another one for my princess, another one that only the two of us will ride— he says carefully depositing me on the bed and stopping over me looking at me fixedly.
— What happened?— I say putting a lock of hair that was in my eyes behind my ear.
— I love you so much, like never in my life I imagined loving someone, I love in a way that can't be explained in words, but I swear that every day of my life while I'm still breathing I'll be the best male for you, I will protect you and our puppies with my life, I will give you everything in my power— tears flow from my eyes and I try to blame the hormones, but I know that they are not responsible, the culprit of these tears, of happiness by the way, he is my companion, my male, my faithful best friend and who I want to be with for the rest of my life.
— And I promise to repay you all this love, and that no matter how strong you are I will care for and protect you, I want you to know that at any moment I will be here, always dear— I caress your cheek affectionately and kiss your forehead with devotion.
Your mouth goes straight towards mine, where it is received with love and passion, in a kiss where we deposit different feelings.
And we just don't go beyond that, because I sensibly resolve that even if the visitors are busy, they are still visitors and even if our parents are present, it wouldn't be very pleasant to know that they know what we are doing.
— Bunch of fucking empaths— he mutters throwing himself next to me and I can't hold back a laugh when I see his sullen face.
— Well, now we know part of this whole mess— I keep my voice low so that no one ends up listening, that wolf hearing sometimes complicates things.
— Yes, the woman was Valquíria's mother— I interrupt saying Valquiranha and I get a "Really? he took her pains for himself— he says and I lean on his chest snuggling into him.
— We can talk to my mother, she must know something, after all, they were still sisters— I say looking at him and seeing his pensive expression with a slight frown, which by the way is the most beautiful thing to see.
Fucking hot man!
— I can't think straight with you looking at me like that— he says taking a deep breath and I feel a slight pleasure in teasing him.
— So how mate? — I say and gently scratch his chest to his hip, feeling his skin crawl where my nails go.
— As if I were asking to be devoured— I barely realize when I'm under his body again and I bite my lips trying to avoid a moan when I feel his hands rip my shirt and his hungry mouth goes straight to my breasts.
What had I said about having a visitor? — I think forgetting everything around me.