Rosalie had to leave Monaco, after having her heartbroken and her youth taken by an unplanned baby, the city felt too small.
Years later, Rosalie is back with a content attitude and a childish four year old. She finally shows back up to a formula on...
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It's been almost an hour and the phrase 'my family' is still bouncing around inside my head. The words make me feel warm inside, probably warmer than they should.
But I can't help it.
I look over to Charles standing at the front desk next to me, we're still waiting for our hotel keys. When we pulled up and he took Millie from my hands, I thought he was just doing it to help me out. But then he just continued to hold her, even now as we're waiting he's 'dancing' around to the classical music playing lowly with her in his arms. Millie is smiling widely as he playfully moves around with her, her giggles fill the otherwise pretty quiet lobby.
I don't care how many times I see it, my heart will still stutter in my chest at the picture they paint together. Seeing them together just fills my heart up.
I'm not afraid to admit that while I always dreamed of opening my own restaurant, deep down my biggest dream was to have a family. I wanted to be a mom and a wife more than anything, I wanted to create something I never got to have growing up: a loving and safe family.
I grew up seeing my dad treat my mom so bad she couldn't take it and left without a spare glance in mine or my sisters directions. I saw my dad push us so harshly that I don't even know how he's been, haven't talked to him since I moved out and I know Josephine hasn't either. I grew up in a broken and sad family, and while I dreamed of getting away- I also dreamed of building a better one. Call it wishful and childish dreaming, but I wanted to prove to myself that I was capable of finding a love I read about.
And as I watch Charles play around with Millie, the way he's gently showing her all of the bracelets that decorate his wrist or the way he's patiently listening to her four year old ramblings, I can't help but think I've found it.
Damn Charles and the way he's patched every scar with a loving kiss. The voice that speaks up out of fear has grown smaller over time, each time it gets louder Charles finds a way to quiet it.
I don't realize I've continued to stare at the duo until Charles has gotten close enough that Millie now reaches out to me. I happily accept her as Charles places a kiss to my temple.
"You okay?" He ask quietly.
I can do nothing but nod, warm and happy emotions starting to wash over me in tidal waves of peace.
"You sure, mon beau?" He asks again, his hand finds the small of my back as he looks down at me.
The corners of my lips turn up and I see him relax just a tad at the genuine smile forming across my face.
"Yes I'm okay," I say softly and lean against his side, "just getting lost in thought"
"In a good way or bad way?" He questions and I can't help but chuckle before turning to look at him. His light eyes find mine, it's like he's searching mine for the truth when I respond, "in a good way"
