It's Time to Go
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Last time on the VC's @minaharkerdailymirror @leroilestat Lestat X Mina
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Mina couldn't take her eyes off the monitor either, she never got a chance to see her last baby...or birth him or hold him. And really that miscarriage was the thing that fully broke her back then. She could've survived Jonathan's death if she'd at least been able to have her baby, "he has his fist under his chin, it looks like h'es thinking." Mina waited till they were all gone and she felt his thumb brush against her hand. She rested her other hand on his and smiled through her excited tears, "We're all gonna have a baby, Lestat." And she knew technically Lestat and Louis weren't. They weren't fathers in the way she'd have a father be there for her kid. She would never ask them to take that mantle....but dammit they were here and they were going to raise him with her. "I had a shitload of uncles, you know," she told him. He knew. She'd told him before, "It wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm glad he'll have the two of you here. I wouldn't trade that for anything either, not for anyone."
Lestat’s gaze lingered on the screen a moment longer at her observation, and there was the faintest shift of amusement in his expression. “Already brooding,” he murmured. “God help us all.” But the remark lacked its usual bite it's almost careful as he watched the small movement. He did not rush to fill the silence... he let her have it he let her take in what she had been denied before without interruption.
When she spoke again, his attention returned fully to her, and he did not pull his hand away when she covered it. Instead, his fingers tightened slightly in answer. “Oui,” he said simply. “We are.” He accepted it as she meant it without qualification.
At the mention of uncles, he gave a small, knowing cock of his head. “A chaotic inheritance,” he said quietly. “But not a poor one.” His eyes studied her for a moment there was something thoughtful passing through them. “You won’t have to ask it of us, Mina. You never would have needed to.” There was no grand declaration just certainty that did not require embellishment. His thumb brushed her hand again grounding her. “He will grow up surrounded,” he added his voice low but steady. “Not hunted, not alone and not lacking for voices telling him exactly what to think of the world.” He gives a smirk then says, “God help him with Louis’ lectures.”












