here we goooooo
angst with a happyish ending bc i like suffering but not that much
Nicolette's pale hands grabbed hold of the manor's brass doorknob and turned before pushing the door and stepping inside. "I'm home!" She called out in a singsong voice, drawing out the vowels in her words. She paused, setting down her grocery bags. In the ten seconds after she'd announced her arrival, there was no response. Feeling a tad confused, she tiptoed down the corridor leading to her and Corbence's bedroom. The door was almost closed, which was odd, considering it was almost always wide open. After tiptoeing in with a mildly worried expression present on her skin, she saw him- Corbence, lying on the bed, blankly staring at the ceiling. His eyes were red and puffy, almost poetically so. Dried tears on his cheeks were glistening in the gentle sunlight that poured in through the window. He sat up and turned his head once he saw her walk in, before quickly burying his face in his hands.
"What's wrong, mon chéri?" Nicolette asked while sitting down next to him. Her voice was soft, sweet, but predominantly concerned. "Maman called today," Corbence replied in an obviously distraught tone. "All these years, I'd known that I had been adopted by Maman and Mum, I'm not stupid," He began, "I just never really realized why. I guess I just assumed that my biological parents died or something, but I was wrong," He continued, bringing a hand up to his face to dry his eyes. "I'm a mistake, Nicolette, and if things had gone right twenty seven years ago, two teenagers wouldn't have messed up and had me. At this point I don't know what to do, honestly, now that I know I'm not even supposed to be alive."
"Hey, listen to me," Nicolette replied, cupping his face in her hands. She bit her bottom lip for a moment- Damnit, now she wanted to cry as well. "You have every right to be on this planet. I don't know if I believe in fate or destiny, but I know for a fact that I'd be lost without you. You mean everything to me, and if life hadn't happened the way it did, I don't know what kind of person I'd be. No matter how much you think against it, you're meant to be here, and you mean so much to so many people." She gave a small smile, looking into his cloudy blue eyes. "I know Maman loves you, and I'm certain that Mum loved you. My maman and papa love you like a son, and Pauline thinks of you as a little brother. Luc and Elle love you, and Amelie calls you her uncle. I love you, more than I love ballet, the sun, and tiramisu combined, and in five and a half months we'll have our petite princesse, who I'm sure will absolutely adore her papa."
A small, soft smile formed on Corbence's lips, before turning into a full on grin.
"You always know what to say."