Post by Sky on Jul 14, 2006 18:18:53 GMT -5
OOC: Happens a few weeks after the "It's a girl!" thread/after Aurelie leaves Eraklyon. Since then Demetrius has learned that not only is Aurelie from Linphea, but she is the half-sister of one of his friends, Rowen (Flora's father). Wanting to give Aurelie some time to cool off after the way they had last spoken, Demetrius finally decides to visit her and see if they can work things out.
"You didn't have to come, you know," Demetrius said quietly as he kept his attention focused on the country road before them, his hands lightly holding the reins to the horse-drawn wagon that he had borrowed from a local farmer.
"I know," Philomena answered as she tightened her cloak around her to ward off the chilly wind that seemed intent on piercing through her clothing. "But I've been doing some thinking and I realize now that Aurelie is never going to go away. Your . . . daughter," at this Philomena felt her throat constrict painfully, "your daughter is never going to go away. I tried to pretend that I could forget them - that we could go back to the way things were when it was just us and we were just happy and in love. But it can't be that way; I see that now. I mean, I know we can still be happy, but in order to do that . . . you have to know your daughter. You can try to deny it, but I'm certain that if I keep you away from her, someday you'll grow to hate me. And that thought is even harder for me to bear than the thought of you being with another woman. But even more than that, that little girl didn't ask for any of this. Demetrius, she deserves to know her father - to know what a good, kind, honest man he is. God, she needs someone like you in her life; every girl does. I can't deny her that. It wouldn't be right."
His heart swelling with a profound love for his wife, Demetrius silently wondered how he had ever been so lucky to have found someone as good-hearted as her. Reaching over across the seat, Demetrius lightly squeezed her hand as he said simply, "Thank you, darling. You don't know what this means to me."
Scooting closer to her husband, Philomena rested her head on his shoulder, content on enjoying the feel of his firm arm wrapped around her. A soft smile gracing her face, she vaguely wondered to herself if perhaps this baby would actually help her relationship with Demetrius. It certainly did feel as though the baby was teaching both of them a lesson - him, to be more open, more feeling, and her to be more forgiving. And what was a relationship without all of those characteristics? No, perhaps this wasn't the end of the world after all. Perhaps it was the start of something really good.
"You didn't have to come, you know," Demetrius said quietly as he kept his attention focused on the country road before them, his hands lightly holding the reins to the horse-drawn wagon that he had borrowed from a local farmer.
"I know," Philomena answered as she tightened her cloak around her to ward off the chilly wind that seemed intent on piercing through her clothing. "But I've been doing some thinking and I realize now that Aurelie is never going to go away. Your . . . daughter," at this Philomena felt her throat constrict painfully, "your daughter is never going to go away. I tried to pretend that I could forget them - that we could go back to the way things were when it was just us and we were just happy and in love. But it can't be that way; I see that now. I mean, I know we can still be happy, but in order to do that . . . you have to know your daughter. You can try to deny it, but I'm certain that if I keep you away from her, someday you'll grow to hate me. And that thought is even harder for me to bear than the thought of you being with another woman. But even more than that, that little girl didn't ask for any of this. Demetrius, she deserves to know her father - to know what a good, kind, honest man he is. God, she needs someone like you in her life; every girl does. I can't deny her that. It wouldn't be right."
His heart swelling with a profound love for his wife, Demetrius silently wondered how he had ever been so lucky to have found someone as good-hearted as her. Reaching over across the seat, Demetrius lightly squeezed her hand as he said simply, "Thank you, darling. You don't know what this means to me."
Scooting closer to her husband, Philomena rested her head on his shoulder, content on enjoying the feel of his firm arm wrapped around her. A soft smile gracing her face, she vaguely wondered to herself if perhaps this baby would actually help her relationship with Demetrius. It certainly did feel as though the baby was teaching both of them a lesson - him, to be more open, more feeling, and her to be more forgiving. And what was a relationship without all of those characteristics? No, perhaps this wasn't the end of the world after all. Perhaps it was the start of something really good.